Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Cornelius, this is truly unexpected. I didn't think you'd visit me during the summer holidays." Dumbledore, with a light tone, slowly pushed open the doors to the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, finding Cornelius Fudge already seated on the sofa, clearly having waited for some time.

"Oh! Merlin's beard! Albus, you've finally arrived!" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa upon seeing Dumbledore.

"Alright, old friend, no need to beat around the bush. Just tell me what's on your mind." Dumbledore warmly gestured for Cornelius Fudge to sit back down, then efficiently poured himself and Fudge each a glass of iced butterbeer.

"There seems to be quite a bit of trouble brewing in Knockturn Alley." Cornelius Fudge stated, his expression serious as he watched Dumbledore, a hint of unease and probing in his tone. "Although the Ministry of Magic has always been reluctant to get involved in that depraved and chaotic place, the recent situation is simply too hard to ignore. Almost every day, dark wizards mysteriously disappear from Knockturn Alley, never to be seen again."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore paused, his hand holding the glass still, a thoughtful look on his face.

"If that's the case, why not have the Aurors investigate? Why tell me?"

"Alright, Albus, I'll be frank with you. The truth is, I've already sent Aurors to investigate the situation in Knockturn Alley. But yesterday, a terrible fire broke out there. Fiendfyre!"

"Several Ministry Aurors died in the fire serpent's attack. We even collectively cast 'Finite Incantatem,' and we still almost couldn't control the blaze. It was terrifying! Yesterday, the entirety of Knockturn Alley was almost reduced to ashes!" Cornelius Fudge's voice revealed undisguised anxiety. The reason he was in such a hurry to find Dumbledore was simple: who else did he know that had connections to powerful dark wizards!

Whether it was Grindelwald or Voldemort, they all had inextricable ties to Dumbledore!

"No, Albus, you're wrong! Voldemort is dead, you're mistaken!" Fudge stood up, a flash of fear in his eyes, his steps unsteady, seemingly disturbed. He almost tripped over the threshold as he turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore didn't try to stop him, only quietly watching Fudge's departing figure, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"Looks like you're disappointed, Cornelius Fudge is a petty man, and a coward at that!" As Fudge's figure disappeared outside the Headmaster's office door, Grindelwald quietly materialized. The portraits of past Headmasters in the room had long been accustomed to such scenes, as if they were commonplace.

"Albus, you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep! Unless he sees it with his own eyes, Cornelius Fudge will never admit that Voldemort is not dead!" Grindelwald continued, "You saw it just now, the British Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was afraid the moment he heard Voldemort's name! Afraid of losing his position as Minister, afraid of losing the power in his hands!"

"I know what kind of person Cornelius is, I just didn't expect that after so many years, his nature hasn't changed." Dumbledore took a deep breath, slowly exhaling, a look of weariness on his face. "I'm just worried about what's happening in Knockturn Alley."

"Don't worry, Albus, I went to the scene. It should be that mischievous little guy, Jerry, who did it! Judging from the traces left at the scene, that little guy must have been quite angry at the time, otherwise the Fiendfyre wouldn't have been so violently exaggerated!" Grindelwald said nonchalantly.

"It's not a big deal, just a few dead dark wizards! If I were the Minister of Magic, I might even award Jerry a Good Citizen Medal to commend him for his contribution to the stability of the British wizarding world. As for those Aurors, they can only blame themselves for being unlucky, daring to reach out and touch anything! Frankly, compared to the Aurors we had in our youth, the current Aurors in Britain are really useless!"

In Grindelwald's eyes, Jerry's actions were just trivial matters, mere child's play.

Recalling his own experiences in his youth, Grindelwald, at Jerry's age, was conducting dark magic experiments at his school, Durmstrang.

He wasn't using dark wizards, but the classmates who went to school with him every day.

It was just that there was a little accident later, nothing major, just almost sending a few of his classmates to meet Merlin.

After this incident was discovered by the school, Grindelwald was expelled from Durmstrang, a magical school famous for researching and studying dark magic, on the grounds of illegally using and researching dark magic!

"No, Gellert, Jerry is completely different from you and me. He won't follow our path, and he won't repeat Voldemort's mistakes. This is my negligence. Jerry needs friends, he needs the companionship and guidance of partners." Dumbledore leaned wearily on the sofa, gently rubbing his temples, muttering to himself, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

… …

On the second floor of Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley, Jerry sat quietly by the window, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze deep as he watched the hurried wizards outside the window, with a few Aurors occasionally passing by in a hurry.

Before long, Borgin himself came over carrying an exquisite box, a warm smile on his face.

"Honored guest, these are the materials you ordered. Please take a look and make sure everything meets your requirements."

"The quality is not bad, looks pretty fresh!" Jerry said, nodding with satisfaction as he looked at the bottle of dragon blood in his hand.

"As long as you are satisfied with our goods!" Borgin took the bag full of Galleons from Jerry's hand, counted them carefully, and after ensuring the amount was correct, a flattering smile appeared on his face, his voice revealing a hint of flattery.

"Has something major happened in Knockturn Alley recently?" Jerry gestured for Borgin to look at the Aurors on the side of the street, a curious expression on his face.

"Recently, dark wizards in Knockturn Alley have been mysteriously disappearing, and the number has attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic, so they sent Aurors here to investigate!" A hint of caution appeared in Borgin's eyes as he carefully observed Jerry's reaction. "Moreover, just yesterday, there was a fire on the outskirts of Knockturn Alley. Judging from the traces at the scene, it was likely caused by Fiendfyre, probably left behind during a battle between dark wizards."

"Is that so!" Jerry said, feigning surprise.

It seems that I have to be more careful in the future, Jerry warned himself in his heart. However, come to think of it, even the most fertile leeks can't stand being harvested every day.

Next vacation, I'll go to France to take a look. They should also have places similar to Knockturn Alley there. Hopefully, the "leek" quality there will be better than here.

However, when Jerry thought of Britain and France, this pair of "Sleeping Dragons and Phoenix Chicks," it was hard to say which side had better "leek" quality!