Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

In front of Hagrid's hut, Harry knocked anxiously on the door, but Hagrid didn't answer. The crowd outside could only hear Fang, the boarhound, scratching restlessly and whimpering softly inside.

Seeing this, Ron even went around to the side and gently knocked on a window, but Hagrid still didn't respond.

"Why isn't he answering us?" Harry frowned, muttering to himself in confusion, "Does he really think we'd be prejudiced against him because of his half-giant heritage?"

However, that seemed to be the case, as Hagrid had completely disappeared from Hogwarts for an entire week.

Malfoy seized the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Whenever a professor was present and he was sure Harry wouldn't dare attack him, he would lower his voice, with a hint of provocation and gloating: "What's the matter, starting to miss your half-giant friend?"

In fact, Cedric had already secretly revealed some clues to Harry out of gratitude for Harry's help in the last match. But Harry didn't have any good feelings towards Cedric now. He didn't want to accept help from someone who often walked around the corridors arm in arm with Cho Chang.

"Jerry, to be honest, Cedric did give me a hint, saying something about going to his prefect's bathroom for a bath." Harry lowered his voice, his tone full of doubt. "Does that sound reliable?"

"He's not lying to you. Let me just tell you the answer..." Jerry shook his head slightly and was about to explain in detail, but Harry interrupted him.

"No, Jerry, just lend me the Marauder's Map. I'll try it tonight!" Harry stopped Jerry from telling him the answer directly. He still wanted to find the answer himself based on the hint!

"Then be careful not to get caught by Snape!" Jerry handed the Marauder's Map to Harry.

"Don't worry, I have the Invisibility Cloak, plus the Marauder's Map, there's no way I'll be discovered!"

......

The next day, as soon as Jerry entered the Great Hall, he saw Harry lying weakly on the Gryffindor table. It was obvious that something had happened last night! Seriously, buddy, you're such a useless piece of trash! You have the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map and you still get caught?

"Where's the Marauder's Map?" Jerry asked.

"Jerry, let me explain," Harry said, recalling his confident self when he borrowed the map yesterday, and now he couldn't help but blush, "Everything was going smoothly last night, but when I came out of the bathroom, something unexpected happened, and I was almost discovered by Snape! But guess who I saw on the Marauder's Map last night?"

"I found Mr. Crouch!"

"Crouch? How is that possible? Percy said that Mr. Crouch hasn't been to the Ministry of Magic for two weeks. How could he come to Hogwarts and be wandering around Hogwarts Castle so late?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Harry, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Definitely not, I'm sure it was Barty Crouch!" Harry replied firmly, his eyes flashing with conviction.

"Perhaps Mr. Crouch has urgent business to discuss with Dumbledore. It's not impossible. After all, Mr. Crouch is one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament." Jerry tried to give a reasonable explanation, then changed the subject, "But, speaking of which, where's my Marauder's Map?"

"Uh, that... In order to avoid Professor Snape, I ran into Professor Moody on the stairs while escaping, and his blue magic eye discovered me. The Marauder's Map was confiscated by him!" Harry scratched his head in frustration when he heard Jerry ask.

"Jerry, Professor Moody wants you to go to his Defense Against the Dark Arts office this morning!" Harry's voice was filled with a hint of embarrassment and apology.

"Harry, how could you do this! It's one thing for you to break the rules and get caught, but how could you rat Jerry out!" Hermione looked at Harry in disbelief, her eyes full of dissatisfaction with Harry's actions.

"I had no choice. Professor Moody's magic eye is too powerful. He saw through my lies at a glance. There was no way I could hide it from him." Harry tried to defend himself, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"It's okay," Jerry frowned slightly. What does Barty Crouch Jr. mean by this!

"Jerry, I'll go with you to find Professor Moody later!" Harry quickly suggested, "Actually, Professor Moody didn't punish me last night. Instead, he encouraged me to become an Auror after graduation."

"No need, I'll go alone. I'll go get the Marauder's Map back!" With that, Jerry got up and headed to Moody's office.

......

Jerry slowly pushed open the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. A gloomy atmosphere rushed towards him. The room was unusually dim, with the curtains tightly closed, as if isolated from the light of the outside world.

On Moody's desk, there was a strange device that looked like a broken glass gyroscope, a Foe-Glass. Once a suspicious person approached, it would light up with a faint glow and spin wildly, warning of potential threats.

In the corner of a small table, something twisted like a golden mad snake stood quietly. Although it resembled a television antenna, it kept emitting a slight buzzing sound.

"What is this thing?" Jerry asked curiously, pointing to the twisted golden antenna.

"A Secrecy Sensor," Moody (Barty Crouch Jr.)'s voice was short and hoarse, with a hint of barely perceptible sneer. He slowly stood up from the shadows behind his desk. "It can sense the slightest lies and conspiracies."

Under the office window, there was a large chest with seven keyholes arranged neatly on it.

"You imprisoned Moody in this chest?" Jerry's fingers gently slid across the surface of the chest, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes. "Can he hear our conversation?"

"Don't worry, I've already put him to sleep with a special sleeping potion." Barty Crouch Jr. revealed his true self, his tone filled with a hint of smugness and cunning.

"Why not just kill him?" Jerry frowned, puzzled. "Keeping the real Moody around is going to be a problem sooner or later!"

"Heh, you really are ruthless. But don't worry," Barty Crouch Jr. sneered, then said confidently, "Even if Dumbledore were locked in this chest, he wouldn't be able to escape!"

"Speak, why did you ask me to come here? Also, where's the Marauder's Map?" Jerry didn't bother wasting time with Barty Crouch Jr. on the matter of killing or not killing Moody and got straight to the point.

“Was your performance on the first task a little too good? Don't tell me you actually want to win the championship?” Barty Crouch Jr.'s tone became serious, his eyes sharply scrutinizing Jerry. “And that map, do you know that if I didn't have the same name as that old fool last night, I would have been discovered by Potter!”

“What's the rush? Old Barty Crouch is already under the Imperius Curse and under your control, isn't he?” Jerry smiled dismissively, looking at the filial son in front of him. “Besides, even your master isn't worried about the tournament, so why are you?”

“The map, give it to me.” Jerry made the request again, his tone unquestionable.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s expression changed slightly, a hint of hesitation and struggle showing on his gloomy face.

“The Marauder's Map is too dangerous. Don't forget, if I'm exposed, you won't be able to escape either!” Barty Crouch Jr. lowered his voice, threateningly. “When that time comes, Dumbledore might just be like that old guy back then, sacrificing family for the sake of his career and reputation, personally sending you to Azkaban!”

“Before coming to Hogwarts, didn't Voldemort tell you not to talk nonsense?” A mocking sneer appeared on Jerry's lips. “Do you think I'm negotiating with you?”

An oppressive silence instantly filled the room, time seeming to freeze at that moment. Barty Crouch Jr. frowned, and after pondering for a moment, he finally took out the Marauder's Map from his desk drawer and returned it to Jerry with a sullen face.

Hmph, Jerry Green, you won't be arrogant for much longer… Barty Crouch Jr. thought to himself.

Back in the Great Hall, Harry couldn't wait to come forward and ask, “How was it? Jerry, did Professor Moody punish you?”

“No, Professor Moody was very friendly and didn't punish me. He just reminded me not to break school rules in the future!” Jerry shook his head with a chuckle.

“See, I told you, Professor Moody is completely different from Snape.” Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, “If Professor Snape had found out, our Hogwarts life from now on would probably have been spent in detention.”

“Let's go find Hagrid!” Harry continued, “I'm really worried about Hagrid. He's been locking himself in his hut ever since Rita Skeeter's article came out, refusing to come out.”

“Harry, haven't you tried opening the door and going in to see Hagrid?” Hermione interjected.

“I tried, but his doors and windows are tightly closed, and he won't let me in at all.” Harry spread his hands helplessly.

“So what? Have you forgotten that you're a wizard?” Hermione said helplessly, “We learned the unlocking charm in our first year! Or have you already forgotten the spell for the unlocking charm!”

…

Jerry and Hermione followed closely behind Harry and the others, jogging all the way to Hagrid's hut.

“Hagrid, are you okay?” Harry was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but Hermione,嫌碍事, pulled him aside. She quickly raised her wand and aimed it at the tightly closed lock.

“Alohomora!” As Hermione's crisp incantation rang out, the door of the hut seemed to be suddenly pushed open by an invisible force.

“See, that's how you do it!” Hermione turned around triumphantly, about to show off to her companions, but was surprised to find Professor Dumbledore slowly walking out of the hut.

“Professor Dumbledore, we…” Hermione's voice lowered unconsciously, sounding a little nervous, “We just came to see Hagrid.”

“I understand.” Dumbledore smiled kindly, “I already anticipated your arrival.”

“Hagrid,” Dumbledore turned to the hut and said gently, “It seems your previous worries were unnecessary. You are not alone. You have these friends who truly care about you.” He reached out his hand and gently pointed to Harry and his group.

Two crystal tears silently fell from Hagrid's face, sliding across his deep eyes and finally merging into his thick beard.

“Hagrid, to tell you the truth, since I took over as headmaster, at least several owls a week have been arriving with letters questioning my management style. Faced with these, how should I respond? Should I be like you, isolating myself and cutting myself off from the world?”

“But you're different. You're not a half-giant, and me, my mum is…” Hagrid's voice trembled.

“Hagrid, but think about it carefully, I don't have any decent relatives either!” Harry interjected indignantly, “Think about the annoying Dursleys!”

“Harry makes a good point,” Professor Dumbledore gently took over the conversation, “My own brother, Aberforth, once cast an inappropriate spell on a goat in a moment of impulse, causing him to make the headlines and become the target of public criticism.

But Aberforth didn't run away, nor did he hide! He continued to do his own thing, of course, perhaps partly because he couldn't even read the words that were criticizing him.”

Hagrid tried to restrain his sobs, but tears still flowed uncontrollably. Seeing this, Dumbledore gently patted him on the shoulder, then turned and left the hut, believing that Harry could comfort Hagrid. Jerry followed closely behind, walking out of the hut with Dumbledore.

“Jerry, your friends are all comforting Hagrid, you shouldn't be leaving at this time!” Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile.

“Catherine is graduating this year, and her grandfather, Kevin Felice, has invited me to the Apostle Headquarters again.” Jerry said, “I'm a little hesitant, and I don't know if I should go, so I wanted to hear your opinion.”

“Go!”

Jerry's words made Dumbledore hesitate as well, but Grindelwald's voice came from beside the bushes.

“Jerry, go without worry! Don't worry about anything else, they can't do anything to you, whether Albus and I are by your side or not, you are the safest!”

“So sure?” Jerry looked at Grindelwald and asked, and Dumbledore also looked at him.

“Of course,” Grindelwald nodded firmly.

“Wait, Gellert, don't rush this matter. Jerry, let me think about it carefully, we still have some time!” Dumbledore also hesitated, then he led Grindelwald, and the two walked side by side towards the headmaster's office.

“It seems you've gained a lot this time!” Inside the headmaster's office, Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with his deep eyes.

“Indeed, I met someone that no one expected, and I learned some things!” Grindelwald smiled, his eyes subconsciously scanning around, as if looking for something.

“Originally, we were all worried about the threats that the Apostles might pose to Jerry, but now it seems that our worries may be a little unnecessary. In fact, Jerry has always been favored by fate, perhaps even he himself doesn't know, the past, present, and future, have always been firmly grasped in his hands, never changing!”