Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

That night, the professors of Hogwarts abandoned their rest and launched another meticulous and comprehensive search of the castle. Inside the castle, the students were on edge, anxiously gathering in the Great Hall, their eyes eagerly fixed on the front, hoping for news of Sirius Black's capture.

However, as the first rays of dawn broke, Professor McGonagall appeared before them, her expression grave, announcing that Black had once again successfully escaped.

The next day, every corner of the school displayed even tighter security measures—Professor Flitwick, holding a large portrait of Black, carefully instructed each gatekeeper on how to identify him; Filch suddenly became busy, sealing off every possible entrance, from small cracks in the walls to every mouse hole. Sir Cadogan was dismissed for negligence, his portrait moved to the lonely eighth-floor staircase landing, while the Fat Lady returned to her post.

After professional repairs, the Fat Lady was able to return to work, but she remained highly nervous. To ensure her safety, the school specially hired a group of boisterous and stern little elves as her protectors. They marched heavily through the corridors, muttering and comparing the sizes of the clubs in their hands.

Neville suffered unprecedented embarrassment and severe punishment. Professor McGonagall was so angered by his negligence that she decided to forbid him from ever stepping foot in Hogsmeade again, imposed a detention on him, and ordered that no one should reveal the password to the Gryffindor common room to him.

Helpless, poor Neville could only wait bitterly in the corridor of the common room every night, hoping that someone could help him enter the tower. However, the boisterous little elves took the opportunity to mock him, making his situation even more awkward.

But even more severe punishment was yet to come. Only two days after Black broke into the tower, Neville's grandmother sent him a Howler. And this letter, for the students of Hogwarts, was undoubtedly the worst breakfast "gift."

As the school owls flew into the hall as usual, bringing various letters to the students, a rather large owl suddenly stopped in front of Neville, a red envelope in its beak. Neville was instantly stunned, at a loss, and Ron, sitting opposite him, immediately recognized it as a Howler, because Ron had received an identical letter from his mother, Mrs. Weasley, last year.

"Fool, run!" Jerry, the "culprit," covered his forehead, somewhat embarrassed, reminding him.

Upon hearing this, Neville immediately reacted. He abruptly grabbed the scarlet envelope, as if holding an about-to-explode bomb, and rushed out of the hall. Seeing Neville's panicked appearance, the Slytherin students burst into laughter.

However, before the laughter could dissipate, they heard a roar from the front hall—it was Neville's grandmother's voice, amplified hundreds of times, shrill and piercing, filled with stern rebukes of Neville, accusing him of bringing shame to the Longbottom family.

… …

Saturday morning, the Great Hall of Hogwarts was extremely lively, as today was the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

"Potter, do you really think you can handle that Firebolt broom?" Draco Malfoy said with his usual cold and disdainful tone, drawing out his words in mockery. He walked up to Harry, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally fixed on the Firebolt in Harry's hand, followed by his two cronies—Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry glanced at Malfoy, too lazy to argue with him, and casually replied, "Maybe, who knows."

Malfoy's lips curled into a sneer, maliciously continuing to provoke, "Too bad it doesn't come with a parachute, so you won't fall to your death when you get too close to the Dementors."

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled incessantly at this.

Harry raised an eyebrow, not angry but amused, and retorted, "Too bad, Draco, you can't grow an extra arm. Otherwise, you might be able to use it to catch the Golden Snitch."

The Gryffindor team members burst into hearty laughter at this. Malfoy's face instantly darkened, his eyes narrowed into slits, and with anger and resentment, he slowly left the Gryffindor table.

Returning to the Slytherin team, Malfoy conferred with the other Slytherin Quidditch players, obviously discussing whether the Firebolt in Harry's hand was real.

Around ten o'clock in the morning, the crowd gathered like a tide on the stands around the stadium, the atmosphere tense and fervent. Hermione, pulling a somewhat unwilling Jerry, hurried towards the Quidditch pitch.

"Jerry, today's game is crucial. If we lose, the Quidditch Cup this year will be completely out of Gryffindor's reach!" Hermione's voice was filled with urgency, "Crookshanks, come out! We should go!"

However, looking around, Crookshanks was nowhere to be seen. Hermione anxiously searched around, but to no avail, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, "That cat has become increasingly naughty and disobedient lately, always running off!"

Seeing this, Jerry took the initiative to suggest, "Hermione, you go to the Quidditch pitch first! I'll help you find Crookshanks. Once we find him, we'll immediately go to the stands and meet you."

Hermione looked at the time, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Then you guys hurry up, I'll wait for you in the stands!" Hermione said, and quickly walked towards the pitch.

Near the Forbidden Forest, a ray of sunlight quietly fell, gently caressing the grass, and finally settled on the roots of an ancient tree, quietly illuminating the vitality between its branches. And among those budding leaves, a furry figure suddenly appeared—it was Crookshanks, lazily curled up.

This cat really likes Sirius Black in his dog form! I didn't realize, Crookshanks, you're such a romantic!

"Eh!" Jerry's gaze fell on Crookshanks' hind leg, the striking, narrow wound shocking him, "This... what's going on? Crookshanks, who hurt you?"

Before Jerry could think about it, a hoarse, middle-aged man's voice came from the bushes next to him.

"Careful!" As soon as the voice fell, accompanied by it, a skinny, emaciated black dog suddenly darted out of the shadows, lunging like lightning towards the mysterious figure on Jerry's side. The black dog was extremely fast, and it opened its sharp teeth, biting down hard on the wrist of the other person's right hand, which was holding a wand pointed directly at Jerry.

Jerry finally saw the true face of the mysterious figure—an old man with graying hair and exquisite clothing, his attire clearly not that of an impoverished person. The old man and the black dog wrestled fiercely on the grass, his left hand heavily striking the black dog's head, trying to force it to let go, but to no avail, as he was forcibly dragged towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest by the emaciated black dog.

"Crookshanks, go back to the castle first!" Jerry hurriedly put down the injured Crookshanks, letting it return to safety first. Then, he quickly got up, preparing to track the person and the dog, to find out what was going on. He wanted to see who, besides Sirius, had the audacity and ability to chase him into the Forbidden Forest!

"Bombarda!" The incantation of the Blasting Curse ripped through the silence, accompanied by a burst of crazy and ludicrous laughter. The Blasting Curse controlled by that voice slammed into the protective charm in front of Jerry, and the huge impact that erupted sent smoke and dust flying, obscuring the sky, instantly engulfing Jerry's figure completely.

"I succeeded! I succeeded!" Yaxley's excited voice appeared. Since completing the sacrifice in the altar on that strange island, they had not heard the news of Jerry Green's madness and horrible death.

So, they decided to no longer heed the threats of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, nor did they want to continue to eke out a miserable existence. The pain and torment from the unhealing wounds deep in their souls urged them to sneak into the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, waiting for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Why isn't Jerry here yet!" Hermione stood on the high stands of the Quidditch pitch, her right hand gently supporting her chin, leaning against the railing, her eyes fixed on the stalemate score on the field.

Just as she thought the game would continue to be deadlocked for a while, a commotion and exclamations suddenly came from below the stands.

"Despicable, shameless scoundrels!" Professor McGonagall's angry voice rang out, shaking the entire field like thunder, "How dare you use such insidious and vile means! Such cowardly and despicable behavior cannot be tolerated! I will personally go to Professor Snape, all of you will face severe punishment, and Slytherin will be deducted fifty points!"

As Professor McGonagall's words fell, the crowd on the stands fell into a shocked silence.

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint, were all lying on the ground, struggling in embarrassment to free themselves from the black hooded robes covering them.

Obviously, they had just tried to disguise themselves as Dementors to scare Harry, who was in the game, no wonder Professor McGonagall was so angry.

"Alas, it's really puzzling, clearly in the same house, the same year..." Hermione shook her head slightly, looking at Malfoy and his group with disdain.

Malfoy and his two loyal followers—Goyle and Crabbe—always gave the impression of being so shallow.

These three, seemed not very intelligent, and their words and deeds lacked proper manners.

However, Jerry was completely different. He was gentle and considerate, always putting the feelings of others first in everything he did.

A few days ago, when Neville was blamed by Professor McGonagall and ridiculed by his classmates for the Sirius Black incident, Jerry was the first to stand up and give Neville comfort and encouragement.

"How can the gap between people be so big! Compared to these people, the elegant, considerate, and gentle Jerry is simply perfect!" Hermione thought to herself.

At the same time, the fierce battle in the Forbidden Forest was still in full swing.

Yaxley witnessed Jerry being hit by the Blasting Curse and mistakenly thought that Jerry was unable to resist.

Just as he was about to rush into the dust and smoke, trying to drag Jerry out and inflict cruel torture, a gloomy and piercing cry cut through the air, intertwined with the whistling cold wind in the surrounding woods.

Immediately afterward, a raven with purplish-black feathers emerged from the mist, its pupils flashing with scarlet light, like a ghost descending from the dark night, rushing towards Yaxley at high speed.

"Animagus?!" Yaxley narrowly dodged the raven's sharp claws, saying with some surprise, but he didn't pay too much attention to Jerry's transformation, because it was well known that Animagi could not transform into magical creatures with magic.

However... a warning bell rang in Yaxley's heart.

Now it seemed that Jerry Green could not be left alive even more.

A third-year student who could skillfully master Animagus, such an advanced Transfiguration technique, what would happen in another two years!

Yaxley raised his wand, aimed at Jerry in the air, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, the next moment, the expression on his face instantly turned to astonishment and horror.

The raven that Jerry transformed into suddenly disappeared from his sight with a "swoosh," as if it had used a wizard's Apparition.

Immediately afterward, Yaxley felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.

The purplish-black raven had silently appeared on his right shoulder, its sharp claws piercing through his collarbone.

Accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, Yaxley was lifted high into the air.

"What... what kind of monster are you!" Yaxley gritted his teeth, struggling to shake his body, but the words squeezed out from between his teeth were full of horror.

He quickly took the wand from his paralyzed right hand with his left hand, attempting a desperate struggle, but Jerry's movements were faster.

The scarlet lightning flashed between its wings, like burning flames, instantly pouring into Yaxley's body along its sharp claws.

Jerry's strength was controlled just right.

The lightning did not stun or kill Yaxley, it only paralyzed him, completely depriving him of his ability to resist.

And Yaxley, as Jerry expected, hung motionless in the air like a statue struck by lightning.

"You should be regretting now that you used the Blasting Curse instead of the Killing Curse!" Jerry's voice came from the raven's beak, cold and sinister, making Yaxley feel a chill down his spine.

Yaxley's feeling was not wrong.

The raven's other claw slashed through the skin of his arm like a steel knife, deeply embedded in his flesh and bones.

Immediately afterward, accompanied by the sound of tearing flesh and blood and bursts of painful howls, Yaxley's entire right arm was torn off alive by Jerry, like a raven tearing apart its newly acquired prey.

The whole process was devoid of any skill, bloody and cruel, and full of violence!

Crimson blood splattered on the surrounding unmelted white snow with Jerry's tearing, and in an instant, the white snow was intertwined with red, blooming with enchanting and dazzling bloody flowers.

Jerry contemptuously threw Yaxley's body and right arm on the ground, and then his figure swayed, returning to his original appearance.

He spoke slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "You used the Blasting Curse to try to kill me, and I only removed one of your arms.

From the results, I'm at a disadvantage! But, I'm always generous and don't like to be petty."

Yaxley was now like a beast stripped of all its power, lying on the ground unable to move, even his wand had been taken away by Jerry.

His face and lips were as pale as paper, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

When Jerry approached, he used all his strength to spit a mouthful of blood on Jerry's shoes.

Jerry frowned, a trace of sinister flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Why bother?" Jerry stared at Yaxley calmly, a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I remember I seem to have seen you before, let me think, your last name is Yaxley, right?"

"But it's a pity, I heard that your family is declining, and now you are the only one left."

Jerry shook his head, as if he was really feeling sorry for the Yaxley family.

However, seeing that Yaxley still had no reaction, Jerry lost his patience.

He squatted down, pointed his wand at Yaxley's temple, and prepared to extract the memories he needed to go back and watch in Dumbledore's office with the Pensieve himself.

Yaxley tried his best, enduring the pain in his body, trying to resist Jerry's prying with weak Occlumency.

However, Jerry's patience had run out.

Seeing that the memory could not be extracted for a long time, he casually picked up a stone from the side and smashed it hard at Yaxley's head.

The stone smashed down, and Yaxley instantly felt a burst of dizziness, and blood gurgled from the wound on his forehead.

Jerry seized this brief opportunity and successfully extracted the memory he wanted.

At the tip of the wand, strands of memory floated gently in the air, eventually condensing into a drop of transparent liquid shimmering with faint light.

Jerry quickly took out an empty small potion vial and carefully poured the drop of liquid into the bottle.

He turned to Yaxley on the ground, grabbed his neck tightly, and lifted him up.

Yaxley's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Jerry viciously, as if to devour him with his eyes.

"I know what you're thinking!" Jerry looked at Yaxley coldly, "Don't worry, you won't have a chance to become a ghost!

Don't have such extravagant fantasies!"

"Everyone who knows me knows that I have one advantage, and that is that I often think of others."

Jerry paused, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "So, afraid that you won't rest in peace, I decided to personally send you to reunite with the Yaxley family!

But don't worry, your few partners will soon go to accompany you too!"

As soon as the words fell, Jerry's right eye pupil suddenly changed, and the scarlet light was instantly replaced by scorching blue-purple.

Yaxley opened his mouth in horror, trying to make a sound, but it was too late.

A raging Fiendfyre spewed out from every pore of his body, like the roar of a demon, devouring everything he had.

In the blink of an eye, Yaxley's body and soul were annihilated in Jerry's hands.