Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Back in the Slytherin common room, Jerry found almost everyone gathered inside, cheering and celebrating.

But as Jerry walked in, the once bustling common room seemed to have been put on mute, all the noise and laughter abruptly ceasing, a subtle atmosphere permeating the air.

"It's okay, you guys keep the music playing, keep dancing!" Jerry waved his hand.

Seeing the unkind expression on Jerry's face, the other Slytherin students were in no mood to celebrate.

"It's okay, after all, you're all celebrating for me... right?" Jerry looked at everyone with a smile, revealing his white teeth, speaking friendly and harmoniously.

"Haha, yes, that's right!" The surrounding students nodded one after another, forcing out smiles, 'We are indeed celebrating for you, but... could you please leave first?'

You being here scares us!

"Did you not hear me telling you to continue? Since everyone is being so uncooperative, then I won't be polite." Seeing everyone standing still, Jerry went straight to the point, "There are some things I want to talk to you all about."

"Among you upperclassmen, which kind soul put my name into the Goblet of Fire?" Jerry looked at the seventh-year students with a smile, "Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to thank him in person! Absolutely no malice, absolutely none!"

A group of seventh-year students looked at each other, 'Who the hell had the guts to put this living ancestor's name into the Goblet of Fire?' Seeing Jerry Green's amiable expression, if he catches them tonight, they'll be bruised black and blue!

Jerry took in everyone's expressions, his doubts growing even stronger, 'Could it really not be these insects who did it?'

'Should I just deal with them all? After all, the possibility of them doing it is small, but it doesn't mean it's impossible, better to wrongly "kill" than to let go!'

However, just as he was immersed in his thoughts, the surrounding Slytherin students seemed to smell a dangerous aura, the older students being especially sharp. Seeing that things were not good, they all fled back to their respective dormitories with lightning speed, quickly locking their doors, especially the older students, who ran the fastest!

By the time Jerry came back to his senses, the older students in the common room had disappeared like frightened birds, leaving only a few first and second-year students, looking terrified, fleeing in all directions.

'No, I haven't even decided to do anything yet? Why are you running? I'm not a bad person!'

The next morning, Neville quietly observed Jerry and Hermione in the seats opposite him, the two chatting happily, smiles on their faces.

"It's really gratifying to see you two reconciled." Neville sighed softly, "But Jerry, is this really okay for you? Yesterday you were all lovey-dovey with that girl from Beauxbatons, and today you're chatting and laughing with Hermione..."

Jerry: 'You guys understand nothing. The ancients once said that a single boat is easy to capsize, but many boats are hard to sink. The meaning is that stepping on one boat will capsize, but stepping on many boats, you can't even finish capsizing!'

"By the way, Harry and Ron seemed to have had a fight last night!" Neville said. As soon as he finished speaking, Harry stormed into the hall, grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, clearly in a bad mood.

"Neville, Hermione, do you also think that I put my name into the Goblet of Fire myself?" Harry's voice carried a hint of grievance.

"Harry, of course I believe you didn't do it." Hermione said firmly, Neville also quickly nodded in agreement, "When Professor Dumbledore announced your name, your shocked and innocent expression was the best proof."

"That's right!" Harry felt even more aggrieved, "But why doesn't Ron understand? He actually suspects me!"

Hermione shook her head gently, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "Harry, don't you understand? Actually, Ron... he's just a little jealous."

"Jealous?" Harry was stunned, "Jealous of what? Jealous of me becoming a laughing stock in front of the whole school?"

"Think about it carefully," Hermione persuaded patiently, "The person who attracts everyone's attention has always been you, after all, you are the famous Harry Potter."

"Of course I understand that this is not your intention, you never deliberately sought such attention." She paused slightly, noticing Harry's mouth opening slightly in anger, and quickly added, "But the fact is that Ron... he already has many siblings at home, he should be the least noticed, and you, as his closest friend, always attract everyone's attention, he is always ignored. Accumulating time and time again, I think perhaps it has erupted this time!"

"Good!" Harry sneered sarcastically, his anger rising, "Great, it couldn't be better. Neville, if you see him, tell him that as long as he's willing, I'm always happy to exchange identities with him." After speaking, Harry got up angrily and strode out of the hall, Neville quickly following.

"Cough," Jerry sat between Hermione and Fleur, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, like thorns in his back, like a fishbone in his throat, "Um, I... I'll formally introduce you..."

"No need," Fleur elegantly interrupted Jerry's awkward opening, she confidently extended her hand, taking the initiative to take control of the conversation.

"I am Fleur Delacour, from the French Delacour family, possessing one-quarter Veela blood, and am the champion representing Beauxbatons!"

"I am Hermione Granger, a student of Hogwarts," Hermione was not deterred by Fleur's sharp gaze, her voice clear and firm, "This year is the fourth year that Jerry and I have known each other and studied and lived together!"

"Oh?" Fleur turned her gaze to Jerry, her eyes with a bit more questioning, "Then, Jerry, I am very curious, why in your reply to me, was there never any mention of this... Miss Granger?"

As soon as this was said, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle, Hermione also turned to look at Jerry.

Jerry: 'Don't worry, it's a small scene, I can handle it! No time management, he's still a micro-management master!'

"Cough, uh... um, do you guys want some cake?" As soon as Jerry's words left his mouth, he couldn't help but want to slap himself!

Damn it! Just one piece of cake, who the hell is this for?

"Boss, look over there at Jerry Green," Goyle pointed to Jerry, who was carefully dividing the cake into two portions, "They're so pitiful, actually sharing one piece of cake, I can eat two by myself!"

"Cough cough," Malfoy choked on his drink, then patted Goyle on the shoulder, almost gnashing his teeth, "Goyle, don't talk when you're eating in the future! Shut your mouth!"