Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Huff! Huff!"

In the infirmary, on a hospital bed, Jerry suddenly sat up, gasping for breath as if he had broken free from invisible shackles, the oppressive, almost suffocating sensation instantly vanishing.

The moment his consciousness cleared, Jerry instinctively reached under his pillow, the faint sound of his wand brushing against something else filling the air. Three wands, made of purple osier, ebony, and the Elder Wand, were clutched tightly in his hand. Only after feeling that familiar surge of magical power did his tense nerves relax slightly.

"Where is this… the infirmary? I'm back?" Jerry looked around the empty room, scratching his head.

Jerry looked at the wands he had just pulled from under his pillow, his brow furrowing slightly. Who rescued me from the infirmary? And how did they know about my habit of keeping my wand under my pillow every night? Coincidence?

"Could it be that I'm just being paranoid?" Jerry wondered inwardly, but before he could dwell on it, a long, drawn-out bird call, filled with a hint of laziness, interrupted his thoughts.

Jerry looked around and noticed that, besides himself, Tom was nestled comfortably on the fruit platter on the bedside table, eyes narrowed in contentment. He occasionally pecked at the fruit beneath him, savoring the sweetness, seemingly oblivious to Jerry's awakening.

He looked up and, seeing Jerry sitting up in the bed beside him, squawked a few times before fluttering his wings and flying erratically around Jerry, his movements unsteady as if he were drunk.

Seeing this, Jerry shook his head helplessly and sighed. He secretly resolved that he must bring Tom along whenever something happened in the future.

Although Tom couldn't compare to the phoenix Fawkes in terms of looks or strength, he was thick-skinned and had high defense, making him useful as a meat shield in critical moments!

Otherwise, Jerry was genuinely worried that one day, if something happened to him, this bird would fly over to steal his offerings!

"Ding!"

"Unknown Bloodline: 13.33%"

"thunderstorm (雷暴) Lv3, 0.11%"

The system's voice echoed in Jerry's ears.

"Absorbing one of Voldemort's Horcruxes actually increased the dormant unknown bloodline by so much!" Jerry picked up the small mirror left by Hermione on the table and carefully examined his appearance.

"Hmm! Still so handsome!" Jerry nodded in satisfaction as he looked at his face in the mirror.

However, despite the increase in his bloodline, Jerry didn't feel any immediate changes, and no strange things sprouted from his body. After all, strength is temporary, but handsomeness is forever! He didn't want to trade his looks for power.

"thunderstorm (雷暴)"

Jerry raised his left hand, and as he focused his mind, a gentle breeze caressed his hair, no longer dark red, but a purer, blood-red crystal-like lightning erupted from his palm.

"This power… is truly captivating!" Jerry's eyes shone with a fervent light as he gazed at the beautiful and dangerous blood-red lightning in his palm, murmuring involuntarily, "I really want to find someone to test its power on!"

"But…" Jerry looked at the Apostle Mark on his wrist, at the lightning pattern that ran through the entire mark, and a strong premonition suddenly surged in his heart, as if this terrifying, unnatural power was somehow connected to the Apostles.

But the key point was that he had obtained the 'thunderstorm (雷暴)' spell through the system's lottery. If this spell was really related to the Apostles, then what exactly was the system?

The sound of shoes scraping against the floor came from the doorway, breaking the silence of the infirmary and waking him from the layers of confusion, gradually restoring some clarity to his dazed brain.

"Jerry?" Hermione's voice was filled with obvious joy.

She hurried to the bedside, casually tossed the textbooks in her hand onto the neighboring bed, and then hugged Jerry tightly, as if afraid he would faint again.

"That's great, Jerry, you're finally awake! I was so worried about you!" Hermione said, her voice choked with sobs, tears welling up in her eyes.

Jerry patted Hermione's tense back, his expression suddenly turning strange. "Hermione, don't squeeze so tight, I can't breathe."

"Sorry, Jerry, it's all my fault! Is anything hurting? I'll go find Madam Pomfrey right away!" Hermione quickly released her arms upon hearing Jerry's words, wiping away her tears and choking back sobs.

"I'm fine!" Jerry suddenly grabbed Hermione's hand, pulled her closer, and then sniffed her hair and neck.

"Do… do I smell strange?" Hermione sat on the bed, feeling Jerry's intimate gesture, her eyes narrowed and closed, her face gradually flushing red and hot.

"Ah? Oh, no…" Jerry also noticed the inappropriateness of his behavior and released Hermione's hand, saying.

Somewhat shy, Hermione looked up at Jerry, who was frowning with a puzzled expression, seemingly lost in thought. The shyness instantly faded as she touched her burning face, waking from that subtle daze, because she knew she was overthinking things again!

"How long was I unconscious?" Jerry asked Hermione, who was off to the side, seemingly engaged in a silent competition with someone.

"Jerry, you've been unconscious for two months! It's already the end of May, and we're about to start summer vacation if you don't wake up! And Hogwarts…"

"Is that so! But it's good that you're okay!" Jerry scratched his head, listening to Hermione recount the events that had occurred since he had fallen unconscious, feeling shocked. He didn't expect to have slept for so long, dreaming for two months! He also didn't expect so many things to happen afterward.

"Jerry, what exactly happened that night?"

"Didn't Harry tell you?" Jerry looked at Hermione in surprise, remembering that he hadn't had time to cast a Memory Charm on Harry that night. However, he wasn't afraid of Harry telling Dumbledore on him, because Jerry had plenty of reasons to defend himself!

Besides, you're telling Dumbledore on Jerry… hmm… Who is in the court, accusing this official!

"Harry said he seemed to have seen you in the Chamber of Secrets, but he passed out and doesn't know what happened then?" Hermione said anxiously.

Did someone cast a Memory Charm on that unlucky kid Harry afterward? Jerry thought to himself, looking into Hermione's eyes and confirming that she wasn't lying to him.

Could it be that Dumbledore cast a Memory Charm on Harry when he told him on Jerry!

As for whether Harry was lying and concealing the truth, Jerry didn't think so, because he didn't have the brains to hide it from Hermione for two months!