Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

“Professor Dumbledore, I implore you to believe me!” Harry was eager to explain, but Professor Dumbledore gently raised his hand, stopping his rapid-fire narration.

“Now is the time for you to listen to me, because time is of the essence, please don't interrupt.” Professor Dumbledore's voice was low and serious, “Despite the strength of your testimony, we do lack conclusive evidence to completely clear Black's name, apart from the news that Pettigrew is not dead. Years ago, witnesses all over the street insisted they saw Sirius kill a whole street of Muggles. And I myself testified to the Ministry of Magic that Sirius Black was the Potters' Secret-Keeper.”

“But we can prove it!” Harry said anxiously, unable to help but interrupt, “Professor Lupin can testify for us too!”

“Harry, Professor Lupin is currently deep in the Forbidden Forest and is in a state where he cannot speak.” Professor Dumbledore patiently explained, “Even if he transforms back into human form, there may not be enough time, and Sirius's situation will become extremely dangerous. Moreover, werewolves are not considered entirely credible witnesses in the eyes of many, and their testimony carries limited weight. Besides, Lupin and Sirius have a deep friendship, which would also cast doubt on his testimony.”

“Listen to me, Harry, you don't have much time left.” Professor Dumbledore turned his gaze to Jerry and gently patted him on the shoulder, “The Time-Turner cannot change the established facts of the past, Jerry, I think you should understand that now!”

“Wait, can't change it?” Hermione frowned, a look of confusion on her face, “You must want us to use the Time-Turner, right, but what do you mean by saying it can't be changed?”

Harry: Aba aba, what are you all talking about?

He felt a sense of confusion, completely clueless about the situation before him.

Professor Dumbledore smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Jerry: “Jerry knows what to do.”

He lowered his voice, but every word was clearly audible: “Now, pay attention, Sirius is currently being held in Professor Flitwick's office on the eighth floor, specifically at the thirteenth window on the right side of the West Tower. If you plan carefully, you can not only save an innocent life tonight, but also prevent more tragedies from happening. But remember, all actions must be carried out unnoticed, especially by yourselves!”

Professor Dumbledore turned to leave, but turned back at the door to add: “I will lock you up temporarily, it is now…” He glanced at the clock, “Five minutes before midnight. The Time-Turner only needs to be turned three times. Good luck.”

“Good luck?” As Professor Dumbledore's door slowly closed behind him, Harry muttered to himself, his face full of confusion, “Turn it three times? What is he talking about? What are we supposed to do next?”

“Jerry, what should we do?” Hermione's voice was a little anxious as she fumbled inside the collar of her robe, eventually taking out a delicate and slender golden chain. At the end of the chain hung an exquisite little hourglass, which sparkled like countless stars embedded in it under the dim light.

“You stay here, Harry and I are enough.” Jerry said decisively, hanging his Time-Turner chain around Harry's neck. Before Hermione could agree, Jerry had quickly turned the hourglass three times.

As the dim light in the hospital ward slowly faded, Harry felt as if he were in a tunnel of time, and he felt himself being pulled backward at a rapid pace by a force.

The surrounding colors and shapes gradually became blurred, twisting and deforming before his eyes like flowing oil paintings. He heard a buzzing sound in his ears, as if the flow of time was whistling past his ears. Harry tried to shout, but his voice was drowned in this endless torrent of time, silent and soundless.

Suddenly, a solid sensation came from under his feet, and Harry found that his feet were already on solid ground. The surrounding scenery gradually became clear, and everything returned to its original appearance.

“This... what's going on, Jerry?” Harry still felt lost.

“This is a Time-Turner,” Jerry explained softly, “Hermione and I got it from Professor McGonagall on the first day of school. This year, we have been able to attend all the courses because of it. Professor McGonagall asked us to swear never to tell anyone, and she wrote many applications to the Ministry of Magic before successfully applying for these two Time-Turners.”

“I just used it to turn back time three hours.”

Harry pinched his thigh hard, and a burst of pain came, convincing him that he was not having an absurd dream.

“We really went back three hours?” Harry still muttered in disbelief, “But didn't Professor Dumbledore say that you can't change what happened in the past?”

Jerry nodded, a mysterious smile on his face: “He's right, the established facts cannot be changed.”

Harry was even more confused after hearing this, and didn't understand the meaning of Jerry's words.

“With your IQ, I'm afraid it's difficult for me to explain it clearly to you.” Jerry suddenly joked.

Harry: … … Why are you attacking me personally!

“Then what should we do now?” Harry scratched his head again, feeling itchy.

Then he didn't plan to think about it anymore, he would do whatever Jerry said!

“Come with me, let's go save Buckbeak first!” Jerry said.

“So, you saved Buckbeak at this time! So Buckbeak didn't die!” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Why would you think Buckbeak died? Did you see Buckbeak's body with your own eyes?” Jerry asked.

“Because…” Harry hesitated for a moment and continued, “When I escaped from Hagrid's hut, I saw the executioner taking an axe to find Buckbeak, and I thought he would be executed…”

The two carefully avoided everyone's eyes all the way, quietly left the castle, and hurried towards Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest.

“Wait!” Jerry suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed, his eyes cautiously cast towards the Forbidden Forest next to him.

Seeing this, Harry immediately squatted down and hid in the grass on the side, feeling uneasy, worried about being discovered.

“What's wrong, Jerry?” Harry asked in a low voice.

“Waiting for someone.” Jerry sighed, a look of helplessness on his face.

Before long, Hermione ran out of the Forbidden Forest in a hurry, with a Time-Turner hanging around her neck, her face anxious and her forehead covered with sweat.

Jerry quickly pulled Hermione into the bushes where they were hiding and rebuked in a low voice, “Hermione, didn't I tell you to stay in the hospital wing?”

“Are you going to save Buckbeak?” Hermione continued, “I guessed that Jerry, you used the Time-Turner to save Buckbeak!”