Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

The rest doesn't matter, but writing to Jerry when he was a student at Hogwarts is not an option! I can't manage my time.

So Jerry wrote a long letter to Fleur for the first time, dispelling her idea.

In the letter, Jerry was reasonable and emotionally explained to her that he would be very busy during school and would not have time to write to her. He even mentioned the time difference between England and France.

Don't care how outrageous the excuse is, as long as the other party believes it!

In the end, Jerry managed to win over the other party with his sincere tone, simple words, and frank tone!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Rozier knocked on the door and entered.

"Mrs. Rosier, it's so late, what can I do?"

Rozier took out a silver necklace from his pocket and handed it to Jerry.

"This is..." Jerry took it and looked at Rozier doubtfully.

"Your mother gave this to me. It saved my life back then. Now, I'm giving it to you, hoping it can bring you good luck!"

Jerry took a closer look at the necklace. It was made of an unknown metal, delicate and strong.

The pendant is an exquisite relief of the Deathly Hallows, with runes densely engraved on it. Its excellent craftsmanship and extraordinary value can be seen from the details.

Jerry was a little surprised. In fact, he had thought about it after arriving at the manor. As his parents, it was normal for him to meet Rozier. But what he didn't expect was that his mother had such a good relationship with Rozier.

"Ma'am, can you tell me about my parents?"

After seeing the sadness in Rozier's eyes, Jerry immediately put on a longing expression and stared at her affectionately.

Jerry's acting skills were at their best at this moment, and his eyes were full of concern and warmth, as if silently telling him how much he missed his parents.

"Sorry, Jerry. Since Lord Grindelwald has never mentioned this to you, I can't reveal it to you without permission." After saying that, he quickly turned around and left the room.

Jerry: "..."

Early the next morning, Jerry packed his bags and said goodbye to everyone in the Wu Cui Party.

Different from Jerry's lukewarm attitude when he first came to the manor, they now have initial recognition and acceptance of Jerry.

After saying goodbye to everyone one by one, Dumbledore came as promised not long after.

"Jerry, is everything ready? It's time for us to set off!" Dumbledore asked gently.

Jerry nodded while carrying a small suitcase.

"Then, our first stop is - Diagon Alley!" Dumbledore said with a smile, and then he took Jerry's hand and took out a golden door key shaped like a wine glass, and made a "swish" sound. , the two figures disappeared from the spot.

In London, outside the Leaky Cauldron, two figures, an old man and a young man, suddenly appeared. The visitors were none other than Dumbledore and Jerry.

"Come on, Jerry, we have a lot of things to buy, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks! I heard people have to queue up to buy books!"

It’s not like you chose a low-quality consumable, Jerry complained secretly.

After the two entered the bar, Dumbledore said hello to Tom, the bar owner who was cleaning the tables.

"Professor Dumbledore, welcome! Oh my god, is this Mr. Jerry Green?" Tom greeted the two of them warmly after they entered, then looked at Jerry and said excitedly.

Jerry scratched his head and looked at Dumbledore in confusion. When did he become so famous?

"There are two people who are very famous in the British magical community during the summer vacation. One is the dark wizard Blackwing, and the other is you who won the third-level Order of Merlin in your first grade!"

Jerry:! ?

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After arriving in Diagon Alley through the passage of the Leaky Cauldron, Jerry gained a new understanding of his popularity.

"is it him?"

“The hair color is different, but the look is the same as the photo!”

"Yes, it's Jerry Green!"

As soon as he walked into Diagon Alley, Jerry attracted a lot of attention, and from time to time he even heard whispers from people around him.

"Jerry, how does it feel to be famous?" Dumbledore smiled and looked at Jerry, who was frowning.

"Not very good! Professor, although I am young, I have only received a third-level medal, so I shouldn't get such a big attention!"

"Jerry, buy a copy of the Daily Prophet later and you'll know why."

"Alright alright!"

Just when Jerry was still distressed, the wall next to the two people suddenly began to move and turned into a door, and Lucius and Draco, father and son, walked out.

While the door on the wall was still open, Jerry glanced at the dim street behind the two of them and knew clearly that behind the wall was Knockturn Alley!

"Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect to meet you here!" Lucius said hello and then turned his attention to Jerry.

"This must be Mr. Jerry Green! I was in a hurry last time and didn't have time to thank you for saving Draco!"

"You're welcome, Mr. Malfoy!" Jerry shrugged.

Dumbledore frowned and said: "Mr. Malfoy, as Draco Malfoy's headmaster, I feel it is necessary to remind you what is behind the wall! It is not appropriate for Draco to be exposed to these things so early. Great!”

"You have learned a lesson, Principal Dumbledore!" After saying this, Lucius took Draco and left here, but looking at their arrogant expressions, it was clear that they did not take Dumbledore's words seriously.

"Draco, the Jerry Green you just met is from your college? What is his relationship with Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Jerry Green is indeed a student of Slytherin, but what is his relationship with Dumbledore?" Draco looked at his father in confusion, not understanding why he asked this.

Hearing his son's words, Lucius frowned thoughtfully.

After a moment, he said: "How is your relationship with him?"

"Not bad, but dad, he's a Mudblood!" Draco thought about Jerry's methods and felt a little embarrassed.

"Draco, remember, although our Malfoy family believes in pure blood, everything must be based on our own interests. So you should get along well with him when you go to school, you know! This will be good for your future!"

Although he seemed to understand his father's words, Draco still nodded in agreement after seeing Lucius' serious expression.

…

"Professor, what's behind the wall?" Jerry pointed to the place where Malfoy and his son came just now.

"Knockturn Alley, but Jerry, that's not where you should be right now!"

"Don't worry!" Jerry assured him, patting his chest.

Looking at Jerry's appearance, Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"Professor, I heard Neville say that Lucius Malfoy was once a Death Eater. Why was he not captured in Azkaban Prison!"

"Because there is no evidence that he really became a Death Eater!"

Jerry almost laughed when he heard Dumbledore's words. "Professor, the magic world has many ways to get someone to tell the truth!"

For some reason, after hearing Jerry's words, Dumbledore looked at Jerry deeply, and then said: "Jerry, the Ministry of Magic has its own rules."

"Remember, kid, there is a certain reason for the existence of rules. Gellert and I paid a heavy price because we understood this truth too late!"

Jeremy nodded in agreement with Dumbledore's words, but he sneered in his heart.

The rules are that the strong make the rules and the weak follow the rules!

…

"Let's go to Gringotts first!" Jerry took out the key Grindelwald had given him before and waved it in front of Dumbledore.

"Okay, but you may be disappointed, Jerry. Everything there has been squandered, and there's nothing good left!"

The two came to Gringotts. Jerry handed the key to a goblin on the counter. After the other person carefully checked and determined that there was no problem, he told another goblin named Griphook next to him to take Jerry and the two of them to 159. No. underground vault.

The two followed Grihuan's footsteps and stepped into a deep stone corridor. The blazing flames of the torches illuminated the dim space. The stone corridor is like a narrow moat, winding down the steep terrain.

Wherever you look, you can vaguely see a railway running across your feet. Griphook whistled softly, and then, a small cart sped over, and the crisp sound of wheel tracks echoed on the rails.

"Get in the car!"

After everyone got on the car and sat down, the car sped along the winding passage like an arrow. The cold air roared by, and Jerry tried to keep his eyes open, trying to catch a glimpse of Gringotts' fire dragon. It's a pity that the car didn't come close, so I could only take a look from a distance.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of a small door near the bottom passage. Jerry and Dumbledore followed Griphook out of the car and came to the door.

Opening the door lock, a thick stream of green smoke poured out from the crack in the door. When the smoke cleared, Jerry looked at the vault and took a breath.

There were no mountains of Galleons, nor countless magic materials. In the empty vault, there were only scattered Galleons on the ground and garbage materials that Jerry would hesitate to bend down to pick up if they fell on the floor.

This...is this really the vault of Dumbledore and Grindelwald! How crazy were you two when you were young? You just left me three melons and two dates?

Jerry picked up the Galleons on the ground and counted them. There were only more than fifty in total, which was not enough to repay Gringotts' loan!

Old Deng! It’s hard for me to do things for you with just such a small amount of money!

Chapter 83 Son of Alchemy

"Professor, have you used up everything here? Do you have any other vaults?"

"Jerry, I haven't been here for many years! The vault did contain a lot of precious materials collected by Gellert and I." Dumbledore shook his head and walked around the empty vault.

"You two were crazy when you were young! You squandered so many things!"

"Haha, Gellert and I are indeed crazy!"

Jerry picked up the gold Galleons from the ground, wiped the dust on it, and put it into the money bag of the Invisible Extension Spell. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!

"Professor, can you tell me about my parents?" Jerry asked, looking at Dumbledore who was standing in the vault, still thinking about the past.

"Jerry, haven't you already guessed it all? After all, the book has been handed over to you!"

"How is this possible!" Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Jerry's pupils shrank and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

From the first time Jerry saw a photo of his parents, their appearance and their names behind the photo, Jerry had some guesses about their origins.

At first, Jerry thought that his parents were two descendants of the Dumbledore family and the Grindelwald family. He might have just been adopted by Dumbledore and Grindelwald since they were young, and they were given meaningful names.

It wasn't until Dumbledore handed "Forbidden Alchemy" to him and Jerry looked through it that he came up with his current guess.

My own parents were made by alchemy!

When Jerry had this speculation in his mind, he thought he was crazy, but he didn't expect...

No wonder Dumbledore would rather open the restricted book area to himself and refuse to hand over "Forbidden Alchemy" to him easily!