Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Here." In the corridor, Jerry handed Hermione a bottle of nourishing potion. Recently, she had to cope with heavy courses and help Hagrid with Buckbeak's case, which was really hard work.

"What's this?" Hermione opened the bottle, sniffed it gently, and immediately felt her mind clear up a lot. "It turns out to be a nourishing potion!"

"Thank you, Jerry!" she smiled gratefully, then carefully put the potion into her pocket as if it were a treasure.

The two walked to the portrait at the entrance of Gryffindor, where Sir Cadogan, with his fat little gray pony, was chatting with several former headmasters of Hogwarts and two or three monks.

"Jerry, come with me to the Gryffindor common room! I have some materials there, and I want to ask you for advice," Hermione suggested.

"But, after all, I'm not a student of your house. Isn't that inappropriate?" Jerry said hesitantly.

"It's okay, don't worry, no one will mind. Besides, everyone has gone home for the holidays, and you know the few people left in the common room!" Hermione said, "Just don't run into the girls' dormitory!"

Jerry: … …

Jerry had wanted to complain many times, why can girls freely enter and exit the boys' dormitory, while boys cannot enter the girls' dormitory? Isn't this blatant gender discrimination?

"Filthy, lousy, sneaking dogs."

"Hermione, you…" Jerry stared at her in disbelief. What were you saying just now? Are you scolding me? Do you know what I was thinking just now?

"The same goes for you, ladies and gentlemen!" Sir Cadogan shouted, and the portrait swung forward, revealing the passage to the common room.

"This is the password to the Gryffindor common room!" Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly, pursed her lips and said to Jerry, "I wasn't scolding you!"

Jerry rubbed his forehead, speechless. Now he finally understood why so many Gryffindor students complained about the common room password every day!

Following in Hermione's footsteps, Jerry stepped into the Gryffindor common room for the first time. Unlike the cold and solemn atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, the first feeling here was warmth and comfort.

The common room was circular, with red as the main color, whether it was the sofa or other decorations. Although the space was not spacious, it was enough to accommodate the students of the house.

The floor of the common room was covered with a thick carpet, and a fireplace burning charcoal was placed by the wall, emitting bursts of warmth.

On the wall near the student dormitory hung a portrait of Professor McGonagall when she was young. In the portrait, Professor McGonagall was facing away from them, wearing a long scarlet robe, holding her witch's hat behind her back, and staring down at a black cat sitting at her feet.

"Neville, what are you busy with?" Jerry walked into the common room and saw Neville frowning, holding a quill and writing and drawing busily on the paper.

"Oh, Jerry, why did you run here?" Neville looked up at Jerry, glanced at Hermione who was tidying up books, and said wearily, "I'm busy writing the common room password for next week. Sir Cadogan always comes up with passwords that are so strange that they are almost outrageous, and he changes them at least twice a day. My memory is not good, so I can only write it down on paper!"

"I see!" Jerry looked at Neville, patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "You have to be careful, don't let the bad guys know that you have written down all the passwords on this piece of paper!"

… …

The holiday passed in a flash, and the students returned to Hogwarts, and the originally deserted castle became lively again.

"Calm down, Wood!" Fred patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "Although our chances of winning have indeed increased a lot, there is still one very important thing, we can't take it lightly." Then, he looked at Harry.

"Don't worry, Fred, I will do my best to defeat Ravenclaw!" Harry said firmly, with a strong determination on his face.

Fred and George looked at each other, smiled, and joked: "Harry, you said that! Don't just stare at the Ravenclaw Seeker then! By the way, George, what's her name again?"

"Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker, she rides a Comet 260," George replied, with a mischievous smile on his lips.

Hearing this, Harry's face instantly flushed red, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

As night fell, the Slytherin dormitory was shrouded in silence, and Jerry was immersed in his dreams. However, a burst of rapid knocking suddenly rang out, waking Jerry from his sleep, and a burst of anger rose in his heart.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up angrily to open the door. When he saw Professor Snape standing at the door, the annoyance on Jerry's face disappeared instantly. Snape's face was gloomy, as if a storm was about to come.

"Professor Snape, what's the matter so late?" Jerry asked curiously, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Fortunately, I didn't stay in the Room of Requirement tonight, otherwise, if this old bat caught me wandering around at night, I wouldn't have a good time.

Although there wouldn't be too severe punishment, those disgusting things would definitely be indispensable—such as sweeping toilets, wiping toilets, and not being able to use magic, only by hand—just thinking about it made one's scalp tingle.

"Are you secretly rejoicing in your heart that you stayed in the dormitory tonight?" Snape narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Jerry, as if he had seen through his mind.

"No, no, how could it be! I have always strictly abided by the school rules!"

"Humph!" Snape let out a cold snort, his voice revealing a hint of regret, "Take your sleeping bag and go to the Great Hall. All students have to spend the night there tonight." His words were unquestionable, and after speaking, he turned and left, his back looking particularly gloomy in the corridor lights.

Jerry touched the back of his head, confused. Seeing the students in other rooms leaving with their sleeping bags, he also returned to the room, found his sleeping bag, and followed the others to the Great Hall.

"What exactly happened?" Jerry came to the Great Hall and saw Hermione and the others gathered together, so he strode over and asked.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ron, who was sitting on his sleeping bag, pale and terrified.

"It's Sirius Black! He has a knife, a knife!"

"Just now! He stabbed the curtains with a knife! I was awakened by him, he… he wanted to kill me! He wanted to kill me! Harry, he wanted to kill me!" Ron's voice trembled, obviously not yet recovered from the shock.

"Ron, calm down, you are safe now," Harry comforted him, then turned to Jerry and explained, "That's what happened, so the professors decided to concentrate all the students in the Great Hall for the night."

"But how did Sirius get into the Gryffindor common room?" Hermione frowned and asked, and everyone shook their heads in confusion.

"And Scabbers, my Scabbers is also gone!" Ron suddenly remembered something else, his voice with a hint of crying, "He must have been killed by Sirius!"

Ron was obviously frightened, but that was normal. If anyone woke up and suddenly found a murderer standing by their bed with a knife, they would probably be frightened.

"Are you hurt, Weasley! And what exactly happened?" Professor McGonagall hurried over and asked anxiously, "Was it really Sirius Black?"

"It's true, Professor! I saw it!" Ron said.

"How did he get into the common room?"

"Ask him!" Ron trembled and raised his finger, pointing to Sir Cadogan, who had just run from the portrait at the entrance of the common room to the portrait on the wall of the hall.

"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man into Gryffindor Tower?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"Of course, noble lady!" Sir Cadogan replied loudly, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"You… how could you do this?" Professor McGonagall's tone was full of anger, "What about the password? How could you let him in without the password?"

"He had the password, madam!" Sir Cadogan said proudly, "And he had a week's worth of passwords! He read it from a small piece of paper!"

As soon as he heard "small piece of paper," Neville's face turned as pale as paper, and he trembled as he reached into his coat pocket, groping non-stop.

"Who is it?" Professor McGonagall asked angrily, "Which extremely stupid fellow wrote this week's password on paper and threw it around?"

In a dead silence, a trembling voice suddenly appeared. Neville slowly raised his hand, his body trembling from the top of his head to the toes wearing绒毛 slippers.

"I'm sorry, everyone…" Neville said with a cry, tears welling up in his eyes, "I really didn't mean to, I clearly remember putting the note in my pocket properly!"

Jerry: … … No thanks!

Looking at Neville's trembling, pitiful appearance, Jerry's few remaining conscience also felt a burst of unease!

Forget it, let's find someone else to坑 next time! Neville's memory is not good in the first place, he's silly, and I'm bullying him!