Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"That's right!" Catherine gently opened the box, revealing the Horcrux inside.

It was a luxurious and dazzling crown, inlaid with countless gems, shining brightly.

The base of the crown was engraved with the famous motto of Ravenclaw House—"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."

"This bracelet does possess the ability to imprison ghosts and specters.

I remember when I was little, my great-uncle, Gregory Fells, often used it to catch some annoying ghosts to scare me.

However, that's just a small part of its function.

The bracelet's design and original intention go far beyond that; it contains even more powerful abilities."

As she finished speaking, Catherine quickly picked up an alchemical dagger engraved with runes, a dagger clearly not of ordinary make.

Without hesitation, she stabbed the large gem in the center of the Ravenclaw diadem.

With a crisp sound, like a mirror shattering, a pitch-black, greasy substance oozed out of the crack and slowly floated into the air.

Jerry struggled to suppress the throbbing in his heart, fearing that he would unconsciously devour it like he did in the Chamber of Secrets, and fall into a long coma again.

Fortunately, this scattering phenomenon didn't last long.

The thick mist of soul matter in the air rapidly poured into a milky white gem on the bracelet, being completely absorbed, and the gem's color gradually changed from milky white to a deep black-gray.

At the same time, the influence of the soul fragment on Jerry completely dissipated.

"This is the real power of this bracelet!" Catherine solemnly handed the bracelet to Jerry, a hint of profound meaning in her eyes.

"It can serve as a second container for soul fragments after a Horcrux is destroyed, to hold those wandering soul fragments.

However, unfortunately, the bracelet cannot become a new Horcrux, nor can it allow the original owner of the Horcrux to continue to maintain eternal life."

"Your Excellency should also feel another ability of this bracelet!" Catherine continued, "It can isolate the influence of this soul fragment from the outside world, ensuring that it will not cause interference to the surroundings.

More importantly, even if Voldemort's power is strong, he will not be able to sense that the Horcrux has been destroyed, because in the bracelet, the state of the soul fragment is exactly the same as it was in the Horcrux."

"Moreover, Voldemort has more than just this one Horcrux… he even has a human-shaped Horcrux—Harry Potter!"

Jerry lowered his head, staring at the bracelet in his hand, and slowly nodded.

He recalled that even before the box containing the Ravenclaw diadem was opened, the evil soul fragment had already exerted a strong attraction on him.

But now, this bracelet containing the soul fragment lay quietly in Jerry's hand, and he felt no different, as if it were just an ordinary ornament.

"It's indeed very powerful!" Jerry's gaze was fixed on the bracelet in his hand, and he murmured to himself.

For some reason, Jerry felt a sense of unease lingering in his heart as he looked at the bracelet.

The various functions of this bracelet seemed to be tailor-made for him, and then appeared in front of him at the right time.

It all seemed too coincidental, as if… someone had meticulously arranged everything for him in advance.

Hopefully, I'm just overthinking it!

…

Time came to the end of July.

Jerry spent this time cutting leeks in Knockturn Alley every morning… no, it should be "accumulating virtue and doing good deeds," catching dark wizards, and contributing his strength to the city's security and the peace of the magical world.

In the afternoon, he made good use of waste, continuing to use the dark wizards he caught in the morning for dark magic experiments, and in the evening, he replied to Hermione and Fleur in France, living a relatively fulfilling life.

On the outskirts of Knockturn Alley, an inconspicuous two-story building stood quietly.

Not far from this building, a rather strange combination suddenly appeared.

Leading the way was a man about one meter seventy in height.

He was tightly shrouded in a wide cloak, revealing only a pair of boots on his feet, making it impossible to see his specific appearance.

Following closely behind was a tall figure, his attire exactly the same as the leading man, also covered by a cloak, only his figure was more robust, like a towering mountain.

In addition, a fat bird with all black feathers, as plump as a "hen," was standing on the big man's shoulder, constantly chirping.

If you get it wrong, I'll cut your food for three days when we get back!

Anyway, with your figure, starving you for three days wouldn't be considered abuse!"

Hidden inside the house was the target Jerry had already locked on yesterday—a dark wizard who was somewhat famous, and notorious, in Knockturn Alley.

Unfortunately, something unexpected happened yesterday, and he managed to escape!

So today, Jerry learned his lesson and specially brought Tom along, after all, this dead bird has been eating and drinking for free for so long, it has to do some work!

"Knock knock knock!" Rogue, with steady steps, came to the door and gently knocked.

Jerry stood behind him, as for Tom… it had been standing on a treetop not far away, and didn't dare to come over.

"Who is it?" A cold and hoarse voice came from inside the house, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

"Open the door, community sending warmth!"

Jerry quickly adjusted his tone and expression, trying to make his voice sound innocent and carrying a sweet childishness.

"Fack!"

Hearing hurried footsteps approaching rapidly, Jerry's eyes sharpened, and he quickly patted Rogue's shoulder.

Rogue immediately understood, gripping the greatsword in his hand, ready to strike.

As the footsteps became clearer, Rogue seized the opportunity, suddenly swung the greatsword, a cold light flashed, and fiercely slashed at the door.

With a crisp "crack," the door shattered and fell to the ground instantly under the fierce chop of Rogue's greatsword, dust flying everywhere.

Unfortunately, the dark wizard inside reacted and dodged the blade.

"Confringo!"

The reacting dark wizard hurriedly raised the wand in his hand, and a powerful magic instantly converged into an Explosion Curse, violently bombarding Rogue's chest.

However, he obviously underestimated Rogue's defense, this little damage wasn't even enough to give him a scrape!

So, apart from blasting the cloak on Rogue's body to pieces, it didn't cause him any damage, merely hindering Rogue's forward steps!

"You… what kind of monster are you?" The dark wizard widened his eyes after seeing Rogue's true face hidden under the cloak.

"Sectumsempra!" Jerry, who had been hiding in a dark corner, took advantage of the dark wizard's moment of distraction to ambush, using the Sectumsempra curse to directly cut off his right arm holding the wand!

"Ah!" With a scream, the arm fell to the ground, and blood spurted out.

The dark wizard ignored the pain of the severed arm, gritted his teeth, and reached out his left hand to try to reach the wand on the ground.

However, Rogue's movements were faster than him.

He stepped down, the sole of his heavy metal boot stomping heavily on the back of the dark wizard's hand.

The sound of bones breaking and shattering was clearly audible, and the dark wizard's palm was completely crushed under Rogue's foot, flesh and bones mixed together, a ghastly sight.

Seeing that the dark wizard had lost the ability to resist, Jerry slowly waved his wand, repairing the door that Rogue had just destroyed, and then locked it!

Jerry looked around, and suddenly, his brow furrowed tightly, and his eyes became as cold as ice.

The huge house was almost littered with corpses, each corpse exuding a suffocating aura.

The expressions on the faces of the dead were painful and twisted, obviously tortured to death by some kind of dark magic.

Jerry even saw the bodies of some children, who may not have been as old as Jerry.

At this moment, the dark wizard, like a discarded rag doll, was curled up in the corner of the room.

Cold sweat flowed like a waterfall, soaking his clothes, sticking to his skin, and his body trembled incessantly in severe pain.

He stared intently at Jerry, his eyes filled with malice and resentment.

"Nice eyes," Jerry said in an icy tone, "Compared to you people, I'm practically a living Bodhisattva!

I used to think Catherine's ideas were a bit extreme, but now I realize she's right, you people don't deserve to have magic at all, to become wizards, a bug crawling out of a mud pit… is still a bug!"

"Crucio Maxima!"

"Wai… wait…" The dark wizard wailed in agony under Jerry's strongest Cruciatus Curse, unable to even die, "These… people, are… Muggles… orphans…"

"Ha! A rotten orange is a rotten orange!" Jerry stared at the dark wizard slumped on the ground like mud, shook his head, and lost interest in torturing him, "Rogue, it's up to you, this is your dinner!"

Rogue obeyed Jerry's order, walked up to the dark wizard, and without hesitation, raised the giant sword in his hand and plunged it into the dark wizard's chest.

As the blade went deeper, the runes engraved on the sword gradually appeared, emitting a faint light.

Then, a gray substance overflowed from the dark wizard's wound, flowing upward along the giant sword, and finally merged into Rogue's body, being absorbed by his core.

After everything was over, Jerry looked at the hellish scene around him, snapped his right fingers, and a fire snake composed of blue-purple Fiendfyre appeared, wrapped around his shoulders, spitting its tongue as if it had life, making threatening sounds at the surroundings.

"Go, burn it all down!" Jerry stroked the fire snake's head and said softly, then turned and left Knockturn Alley with Rogue and Tom in a scene of raging Fiendfyre.