Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord, open your eyes, I am Jerry Green!"

After school in the afternoon, Jerry didn't go to the Hogwarts Hall, but returned to his dormitory alone and opened Riddle's diary.

As Jerry's quill left the blank page, the words he had just written disappeared.

Strangely, Jerry didn't receive any response from Voldemort.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle?"

Jerry waited for a minute and then wrote another sentence in the diary, but still no response.

"Could it be that it's been out of repair for too long? Or did Ginny break it?" Jerry muttered to himself.

"Voldemort?"

"The Dark Lord?"

......

Jerry wrote several sentences in a row, both nice and insulting, but everything seemed to be the same as at the beginning, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any reaction.

More than ten minutes passed, and the patience in Jerry's heart had quietly dissipated like quicksand. He slammed his palm on the diary in anger, and dark red currents flickered instantly at his fingertips, accompanied by crackling sounds.

"Thunderstorm!"

Under the impact of the powerful energy on the diary, after stubbornly resisting for a while, a huge force suddenly surged out, pushing away Jerry's hand, and then closing on its own, shaking wildly on the table.

The entire tabletop vibrated violently with the diary.

"You little thing, I can't deal with you!"

Before long, the diary suddenly stopped shaking. Immediately afterwards, a "bang!" sound broke the surrounding silence. The pages opened on their own and then slammed heavily on the desk.

"Living... Soul Potion! Pour..."

Jerry smiled dumbly as he looked at the words that appeared in the diary. He didn't expect this guy to be brain-dead, but his memory was still pretty good!

"Tell me about the attack!"

"Living... Soul Potion!"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the potion after you tell me! I swear! (I swear on Snape's shampoo!)"

"Living Soul... Potion!"

Looking at Voldemort, who had turned into a repeating machine, Jerry sighed. Alas! Can't there be a little trust between people? People's hearts are not what they used to be!

Helpless, Jerry could only give him a little taste of sweetness first.

Jerry took out the silver-white Living Soul Potion from the drawer, slowly poured a drop into the empty potion bottle next to him, and then added authentic Ganges water from his old home, which he had specially asked Parvati for, diluted it, and poured it on the diary.

Clean and sanitary!

As the bottle in Jerry's hand tilted, the potion flowed down the bottle and was completely absorbed before it even touched the diary.

Then, not long after, the paper on the diary began to tighten for a while, and then curl into a lump, struggling quite a bit!

It seemed that Parvati didn't lie to him, this Ganges water was really authentic!

"Not... enough!"

"Answer one of my questions first, and then I'll give you a refill. Was it you who instructed the Basilisk to attack Ginny Weasley?"

"No!"

Jerry frowned after seeing the words that appeared in the diary. He couldn't tell whether Voldemort was telling the truth or not.

"Why didn't you respond at the beginning?"

"Living... Soul Potion!"

After seeing the words appearing in the diary, Jerry glanced at the bottle he had just used to dilute the potion. There was still a very small amount of faint silver-white potion residue, so he added water again, shook it, and poured it on the diary.

Alas! Eat cornbread and go to the bar, save where you should save and spend where you should spend.

"Potion... not enough, too... little..."

"Answer my question, otherwise, you won't get a single drop!" Jerry threatened as he wrote on the diary with his quill.

"Damage... Rescue... Weasley..."

"Bang!" After seeing the words written above and getting the answer, Jerry immediately closed the diary forcefully and quickly put away the Living Soul Potion.

No wonder Ginny Weasley was only unconscious and nothing happened, Jerry thought to himself.

However, how credible Voldemort's words were was unknown!

After putting away the diary, Jerry came to Catherine's private lounge.

"Your Majesty, didn't you say you would come to me in the evening? Why are you here so early?"

Inside the warm, luxurious room, Catherine's golden hair was carefully tied into an elegant ponytail, lively yet capable. On her upper body, she wore a fitted sweater, perfectly outlining her perfect and graceful figure.

On her lower body, she wore a pair of black tights, showcasing her slender legs to the fullest, perfectly combining youthful beauty and sexy charm.

"I got Voldemort's diary, it's in my room!" Jerry pointed in the direction of his dormitory.

He didn't bring the diary over, because it was better for Voldemort not to know about his conversation with Catherine.

"You didn't absorb it, did you?"

"I wanted to," Jerry shook his head and sat down on the sofa, "but according to my swallowing efficiency, swallowing such a large piece of Voldemort's soul fragment would probably take the whole school year!"

Catherine gracefully came to Jerry's side, sat down elegantly, and then hugged Jerry's arm, resting her chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, you don't have to worry, the altar is almost completed. As long as Your Majesty comes of age, you can use the altar to absorb and devour sacrifices!"

"Yeah! Not many years left..." Jerry sighed, but he secretly became nervous in his heart.

Jerry didn't agree with some of Dumbledore's riddles, but he said one thing right, and that was that Jerry wasn't strong enough now.

Although the apostles claimed to be Jerry's most loyal servants and that everything they did was for him, who knew what their real thoughts were?

Especially since Jerry knew that there were two "predecessors" before him, this uneasy feeling became even stronger!

So, set a small goal first, defeat Dumbledore before graduation!

Jerry once asked Catherine what the meaning of the apostles' existence was? Or what the apostles' goal was. Catherine said it was for Jerry, and the apostles' mission was to find "Your Majesty" and then be granted supreme glory.

As for what "glory" was, some speculated it was power, some said it was wealth, and others said it was eternal life. There were many different opinions. No one knew the exact answer, because strangely, there were no records of the previous two.

If it weren't for seeing the fanaticism in Catherine's eyes and Jerry being able to sense her magic fluctuations, knowing that she wasn't lying, Jerry would have thought Catherine was joking with him.

Jerry really couldn't understand how this organization, which revealed weirdness from top to bottom and brainwashed people in such a low-level way, had existed for so many years without disbanding!

"Stop their investigation!"

Jerry told Catherine what had just happened in his dormitory.

"Your Majesty, do we not need to continue investigating the Basilisk's attack?" Catherine looked at Jerry and asked doubtfully.

"I'll give you Voldemort's diary later. Have someone put it back before Ginny Weasley wakes up. I want to see if Voldemort can still control the Basilisk now!"

"Understood, Your Majesty!"