Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

On a weekend evening, the indoor lights were soft, filled with a warm atmosphere.

“Your Grace, could you help me zip up my dress?” Catherine stood in front of the mirror, her snow-white skin glowing faintly in the light. The black evening gown accentuated her exquisite figure, making her skin appear even more radiant.

Hearing this, Jerry slowly walked behind Catherine, his deep crimson eyes reflecting her delicate and beautiful face.

He gently pulled up the zipper on the back of her evening dress, each movement so meticulous, as if handling a precious work of art.

His fingertips inadvertently brushed against her smooth skin, and a jolt of electricity instantly coursed through his body.

“Your Grace, are we returning to England the day after tomorrow?” Catherine looked at the figures of the two in the mirror. In the mirror, Jerry stood tall and straight, his dark short hair shining in the light, his handsome face with a faint smile, like a deity from Greek mythology.

“Things went unexpectedly smoothly this time,” Jerry gently wrapped his arms around Catherine from behind, a smile on his lips, his warm breath gently caressing her ear. “Besides, I still have to meet Voldemort after we return.”

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone. Originally, Jerry had planned to visit the Apostles' headquarters if he had enough time, but now it seemed the time was not yet ripe. It was better to be cautious and wait.

Catherine sighed softly in front of the mirror, her orchid-like breath spraying on Jerry's face, carrying a faint fragrance.

She stroked the hands around her waist, leaned into Jerry's arms, and after feeling the security brought by his arms, kissed Jerry on the cheek, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

“Not only that, but you also have to accompany Granger to the Quidditch World Cup, right?” Catherine’s voice was very soft, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples.

Jerry's body stiffened noticeably, and the arms around Catherine's waist tightened unconsciously.

“If you want to go, I can accompany you!” Jerry smiled, his tone relaxed and natural, as if he hadn't heard the jealousy in Catherine's words.

At worst, he could run back and forth during the game, spending some time with Catherine, then making an excuse to leave to be with Hermione, and then making an excuse to leave to be with Catherine. It was a small scene, he could handle it!

However, Jerry was a little worried about the Triwizard Tournament next semester. He was considering whether he should ask Professor McGonagall to apply for a Time-Turner for him!

In terms of time management, if used properly, this thing was simply a magic weapon!

Catherine turned gently, facing Jerry, her beautiful eyes staring straight at him, as if to see through his thoughts.

“Never mind!”

Catherine shook her head, helped Jerry straighten his collar, and then gently wiped away the lipstick marks she had just left on his face with a handkerchief.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

A crisp knock sounded in the quiet air, followed by the voice of Andre Albert coming through the door panel.

“Your Grace, Miss Feres, the car is ready, it’s getting late, we can leave!”

“Got it, we’ll be right out!” Jerry said, then turned to look at Catherine beside him, only to see her smiling and naturally taking Jerry’s arm.

……

Jerry and Catherine rode in a car, speeding through the streets, and finally arrived at a magnificent luxury villa on Long Island, New York. Under the night, the villa was brightly lit, like a dazzling gem inlaid in the darkness. The pool area was already bustling with noise, and guests were laughing and talking to each other.

The car stopped steadily, Jerry got out of the car first, and then he carefully extended his arm, carefully helping Catherine, who was wearing high heels, out of the car. As soon as the two stood firmly in front of the villa, a middle-aged man with graying temples greeted them, his eyes sharply examining Jerry.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Jerry Green?” the middle-aged man asked. After receiving Jerry's affirmative nod, he introduced himself: “I am Carmen Pickcorie, responsible for the reception tonight. Please, both of you, follow me.”

After speaking, Carmen Pickcorie led Jerry and Catherine into the villa, through the crowd in the hall, and up the stairs, preparing to go to the second floor.

In front of the stairs, Jerry warmly supported Catherine, and ran into a man running down in a hurry. Jerry’s eyes instantly captured his face, and a memory flashed through his mind—wasn’t this the reckless Native American man he had accidentally met in the coffee shop last time?

“I didn’t expect that we would meet again so soon.” Jerry narrowed his eyes and greeted the other party with a smile.

“Uncle, who are they? Why are you taking them to the second floor?” Jefferson Pickcorie obviously recognized Jerry as well. He grabbed the handrail of the stairs, his tone filled with a bit of panic, and his legs even began to weaken slightly.

After Jefferson Pickcorie came down the stairs, he found his three black buddies and Albert, whose face had been swollen by Jerry with a slap on the cruise ship. If Jerry were present at this moment, he would definitely be surprised to find that there were so many acquaintances tonight that they could almost form a temporary “Avengers Alliance”!

“Boss, we just saw… that terrifying guy, why is he here tonight too?” One of the black buddies reported in a trembling voice, “What if he recognizes us? Damn racist, I haven’t even had time to learn Portuguese yet!”

“Idiot, shut your stinky mouth!” Jefferson Pickcorie glared at him fiercely, his tone full of anger.

“Are you talking about Jerry Green?” Albert swallowed his saliva and asked cautiously.

“Jerry Green? Why haven’t I heard of this name? Albert, do you know him?” Jefferson Pickcorie frowned and looked at Albert.

“Of course,” Albert touched his face, which still felt a little sore when he thought about it, “He is…”