Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Jerry, you should know something about Harry. His parents died together with Voldemort to protect him!"

"I know. You want to say that there were figures of Apostles active that night! Let me state first that it has nothing to do with me! It was all the Apostles' doing!"

Dumbledore: ...

"Actually, there was a little accident that night. A part of Voldemort's soul was attached to Harry. That's why Kevin Ferres came to find us!"

"These... I also know!"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were a little surprised that Jerry even knew this.

"Just tell me the purpose of your visit today! You don't need to say all this. I may know no less than you!"

"Alright!" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, then nodded and said, "I hope you can save Harry's life at a critical moment. Don't let Voldemort kill Harry, and then you... kill him yourself!"

Dumbledore's words surprised Jerry a little, not because he couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, it was just a matter of a Fiendfyre curse. In a sense, Harry was also one of his sacrifices.

Jerry wanted to ask a question at this time: did Dumbledore and Grindelwald know the relationship between Voldemort's soul and the sacrifice?

"What's wrong? Can't bring yourself to hurt a friend?" Grindelwald looked at Jerry, who was lost in thought, and thought he was being softhearted. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Jerry, for the great goal, necessary sacrifices are worthwhile!"

Jerry: Hehe!

"Don't worry, Jerry! Harry won't die!" Dumbledore comforted.

Really? I don't believe it!

I'll raise my hand and cast an Avada Kedavra, and then add a Fiendfyre to burn him to ashes. I don't believe I can't kill him! Jerry thought to himself.

"The magic Lily cast before her death was tampered with by the Apostles. The magical power, along with Voldemort's soul, also entered Harry's body. Your Killing Curse will only hit Voldemort's soul and will not harm Harry!"

Jerry became more and more confused by Dumbledore's words. His words reminded Jerry of the reason why Voldemort couldn't kill Harry in the original book. But that was because, in addition to Lily's magic, Voldemort also used Harry's blood when he resurrected.

Is the Apostles' tampering so magical?

"You mean, I can't hurt Harry?"

"Of course not. The Killing Curse depends on your will. If you really want to kill Harry, the Killing Curse will still work. But I don't think you would, after all, you are good friends, aren't you?"

"Of course!" Jerry had been communicating and sparring with these old actors for so long that he had already developed the ability to be happy in appearance, hide his dislikes in his heart, and not show it in his actions.

Fortunately, fortunately! Jerry said no with his mouth, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If it's true, Apostles, hehe! When the time comes, I will definitely come quietly and leave quietly, wave my wand, and leave no survivors.

...

At midnight, when Jerry returned to the Slytherin common room, it was already deserted. Only the flames in the fireplace were still flickering, emitting a faint light.

On the sofa, Jerry rubbed his temples, thinking about what Dumbledore had said about Kevin Ferres.

In the end, Jerry couldn't help but try to knock on the door of the private lounge, because besides Catherine's matter, he had one more thing to confirm.

Footsteps came from inside, and after a while, Catherine opened the door.

"Your Majesty, is there anything urgent that you're looking for me so late?"

After opening the door and finding it was Jerry, Catherine quickly welcomed him in.

"It's nothing," Jerry shook his head, sitting on the sofa. "It's just that so many things happened today that I'm a little upset and can't sleep. I didn't expect you to be awake too!"

Catherine didn't continue to speak, but gently walked behind Jerry, gently massaging his shoulders to relieve his fatigue.

She could tell that Jerry had something on his mind, but the training she had received since childhood taught her what she should say and what she shouldn't; what she should ask and what she shouldn't.

After a moment, Jerry held the soft hand on his shoulder and asked, "When did you find out? Or did you know from the beginning?"

"Your Majesty, I... don't understand what you mean!"

Jerry pulled Catherine in front of him, staring at her intently, "Kevin Ferres, your grandfather, came to Hogwarts last month to find Dumbledore and them!"

"How is that possible? How dare he!" Catherine exclaimed in disbelief. "Your Majesty, I really didn't know about this. Please believe me!"

"Answer my first question!" Looking at Catherine kneeling in front of him, Jerry reached out and gently helped her up, then gently wiped the tears from her face, letting her sit down beside him.

"Actually... from... from the beginning, we had some suspicions, because according to records, you awakened too early, although the stigmata on your wrist has already appeared..."

"Catherine, I really don't understand. Knowing that I am Dumbledore's man and that everything is just a pretense, why do you still listen to me?"

Catherine grabbed Jerry's hands, and her answer didn't have a trace of hesitation. The heat and madness in her eyes seemed to burst out.

Although there was a suspicion of PUA, it was undeniable that Jerry was very satisfied with her performance and answer.

"I hope you can remember today's words. Also, I need to know all the news about the Apostles organization in the future. Can you understand what I mean?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty! Catherine will not let you down again!"

...

The next morning, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Harry looked around and said after noticing the strange gazes of the people around him, "Jerry, what did Professor Dumbledore tell you last night? Does he suspect me too?"

"Of course not!"

"I knew it. Professor Dumbledore would definitely believe me!" Harry said excitedly.

"No, don't you have any idea what level your spells are? Is that something you can do?"

Harry: "..."

That hurts!