Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

When Publius Maro heard this, he fell into silence. After a moment, he calmed down before answering: "I'm sorry, three of you. I'm not sure, but..."

As he spoke, Publius Maro fell into silence again, "This matter is much more complicated than you think!"

"Do you think we can ignore this matter?" Grindelwald said in a cold tone, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"I will investigate clearly, you can't interfere in this matter!"

Grindelwald almost laughed in anger, but Dumbledore was thoughtful. He stopped Grindelwald and gave him a reassuring look.

"Please keep the contents in the box safe first. Let's leave here first!" With that said, Publius Maro led the three of them to a huge skeleton.

"Is this the skeleton of a basilisk? Merlin's beard must be over fifty feet long!" Newt exclaimed as he looked at the exaggerated skeleton in front of him.

After several people got closer, they found a tall black throne in the middle of the skeleton. The backrest was uniquely designed in the shape of wings. There were no gorgeous decorations on it, only red lines. It's just that the person on the throne has turned into a white skeleton, and the former power and glory are now only left with desolation and silence.

"Who is this?" everyone asked curiously.

"I don't know either! But the structural design here is quite like what Muggles call hell!" Publius Marrow shook his head and said that he was forcibly teleported here by the men in black robes before Dumbledore and the others. They hadn't been here long, so they didn't know much more about this place than they did.

"It's time to leave!" As he said this, Publius Maro placed a palm-sized sapphire stone plate on the basilisk's huge fang. As the stone plate was activated, the four figures disappeared from the spot.

On an unknown hillside, three figures suddenly appeared in a twisted shape, none other than Dumbledore and his party.

"Come out?" Looking at the bustling crowd at the bottom of the mountain and the domed building in the distance, Newt exhaled and said.

"Albus, what were you thinking just now? Why don't you ask that guy Publius Maro? He must know something!" Grindelwald leaned against the tree trunk, the doubts in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Finally asked.

"Obviously, even if we ask, he won't tell, and what he tells may not necessarily be the truth, but it is not without gain..." As he said, Dumbledore looked at Newt.

A Niffler, covered in black down and with a long snout, emerged from Newt's clothes, holding a yellowed note in its mouth.

The surrounding sides of the note were scorched black by the flames, and only the middle part could vaguely see the content on it.

"It seems this little guy succeeded!" Dumbledore smiled.

"Some animal keeper, it looks like you might as well be a Niffler!" Grindelwald taunted Newt.

Newt: "..."

Taking the page from Sniff, Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at the contents carefully, their expressions gradually became ugly, and there was a deep chill in their eyes.

Newt noticed the change in their expressions and leaned over curiously, wanting to see what was written on the page. However, he didn't understand much. The content recorded on the page seemed to be related to alchemy.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald knew exactly what alchemy was written on the page, because Jerry's parents came from this alchemy.

Thinking of the previous broken arm, an ominous premonition came to the two of them. Could it be that the other party was planning to create or re-copy Jerry? !

Chapter 147 Sin and I are inseparable!

"So, what's so special about Jerry? How is he different from other kids?"

Grindelwald murmured in a low voice. This was not only a question in his heart, but also a lingering doubt in Dumbledore's mind.

Dumbledore sat silently on the stone next to him, his eyes deep and complicated. In his mind, he kept recalling every detail of the contact and exchange he had just had with the second bishop, Publius Maro.

"Albus, do you think what happened today could be about this second bishop..." Grindelwald pointed the finger directly at Publius Maro.

"I'm not sure," Dumbledore frowned. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "But even if it has nothing to do with Publius Marrow, the apostles can't escape the involvement! This matter must have been done by someone within them. Publius Maro’s words actually tell us the answer. It’s not that we can’t intervene, but we can’t investigate within the apostles!”

Dumbledore continued: "The biggest doubt today is who is the mysterious man in black robe? A person with this kind of strength is definitely not an unknown person in the magical world. Gellert, I even doubt the black robe." Men, like Publius Maro, are descended from the apostles!”

Hearing this, Grindelwald pondered for a moment and then nodded gently, because Dumbledore's guess coincided with what he had in mind.

"Okay, let's put this matter to an end now. I have to hurry up and get back to Hogwarts! After all, I haven't been fired yet!

Next, it’s up to Publius Maro. He is also a person in a high position. He will definitely do everything possible to investigate what happened today, especially about the man in black robe. I don’t believe he will let it go. There is such a threat to itself within the organization. Next, we just need to protect Jerry and wait and see what happens!

It is true that we cannot penetrate into the core of the apostolic organization, but we might as well take advantage of the conflicts among their internal members and tear open the turtle shell of the apostolic organization! "Dumbledore said with relief.

Grindelwald sighed softly, other than that, he couldn't think of a better way now. Having dealt with and struggled with this mysterious organization for so many years, the two of them knew the troubles and difficulties of the apostles better than anyone else.

"Are you so anxious to return to Hogwarts? Albus, didn't you leave all school affairs to Jerry?" Although Grindelwald was not in the UK during this period, he wrote to Dumbledore almost every day. In correspondence, Dumbledore would always mention things that happened on campus, especially Jerry's things, in his letters.

"Although everything has been arranged, I am still a little worried now, fearing that something unexpected will happen to the students!" Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and then looked at Newt, who was pacing back and forth.

"Newt, please come with us for a trip today! But I still have to ask you to keep it a secret for us. Especially what happened today."

"Don't worry Albus! I will keep it a secret for you, Tina doesn't even know!" After hearing this, Newt hurriedly nodded to Dumbledore, who could not wait to leave.

Please, if you two have anything to do in the future, can you wait until I leave to discuss it privately, because this will really make me look redundant!

…

Spring has quietly arrived on the grounds around the castle, and the sky, like the lake, has turned light blue with a lilac glow. In the greenhouse, huge flowers bloomed like cabbages.

It had been two weeks since Dumbledore left Hogwarts, and fear was spreading at an unprecedented rate. Although the warm sun shines on the outer walls of the castle, it seems unable to penetrate the mullioned windows and penetrate into every inch of space.

Except for the Slytherin students, most of the faces in the school showed panic. Every laughter coming from the corridor seemed sharp, weird, and was suppressed in an instant.

"The ancient ruins of Egypt were destroyed by a mysterious dark wizard..."

In the Hogwarts hall, Jerry was sitting on a long table and bench, looking at the Daily Prophet in his hand with a strange expression, Egypt? Could it be related to Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

"Jerry!"

Hearing the sound of someone calling his name, Jerry looked up and saw Hermione's mouth raised with a pleasant smile, and the expression on her face was as exciting as if she had won a jackpot. She bounced with joyful steps and trotted towards him.

"What are you so happy about?" Jerry asked curiously, and then continued to look down at the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Hermione lay tightly on Jerry's back, their faces almost touching. Jerry could clearly feel Hermione's warm breath.

"Jerry, are you going to France this summer?" Hermione asked excitedly, "I just received a letter from my parents. We plan to go to France for vacation this summer!"

"France? I'm not sure yet, I'll tell you later!" Jerry replied absentmindedly, his mind now entirely focused on the newspaper in front of him.

Hermione noticed that Jerry's words were obviously perfunctory. She pouted and rolled her eyes at him dissatisfied. She wanted to see what was written in the Daily Prophet that attracted Jerry so much!

"Jerry, this seems to be last week's newspaper, right?" Hermione looked at the date on the newspaper and asked doubtfully, "Where did you get the newspaper?"

"Just borrowed it from Peeves!"

Peeves? borrow? Hermione got up from Jerry's back, looked at Jerry who was clean and neatly dressed, and then got close to him and sniffed him carefully. After making sure that Jerry had not been attacked by Peeves with a stinky turd egg, Hermione looked incredulous.

Peeves, would he be so polite as to lend something to others?

"There's nothing surprising about this. Just talk to Peeves and the truth will always make sense!" Jerry put away the newspaper and said with a smile.

Jerry was indeed "reasoning" with Peeves. When he passed by the corridor in the morning, he saw the newspaper in his hand with a big headline about Egypt, and wanted to borrow it from him. Unfortunately, Peeves actually dared not to Borrow, you dare to make provocations! He even took out the stinky feces eggs and acted threateningly.

Be bold!

Peeves, I think you have had second thoughts about Hogwarts for a long time. If you dare to threaten the students with stinky dung eggs today, you will follow Voldemort to kill people, set fires and do whatever you want in the school tomorrow!

Dumbledore is not at school, how can Jerry ignore this kind of thing!

Jerry: Sin and I are inseparable!

Turning around, Jerry found Slytherin's ghost, Bloody Barrow, and asked him to bring an ax to Peeves to reason with him. He advised him to tell the truth, be lenient if he confessed, and be lenient if he resisted!

Chapter 148 Secret Room

"Jerry, why are you in a daze? Why are you just like Neville!" Hermione grabbed Jerry's shoulder and shook it. "When you talk to me, can you focus a little more!"

"Ah? Oh, sorry, I'll pay attention next time!" Jerry patted the hand on his shoulder and said, "But hasn't Neville recovered yet?"

Since the abnormality in Jerry's eyes subsided, Hermione, Harry, and Ron all quickly returned to normal. Only Neville still seemed to have some sequelae, and was always absent-minded and lost all day long.

"It's much better than the past few days! But, Jerry, should we tell Harry and the other three about the basilisk? I'm afraid they will be in danger!"

"Don't worry! Whatever you can think of Hermione, Principal Dumbledore can also think of, and he will arrange everything!"

While the two were talking, the Harry trio yawned and walked in from the side next to the hall.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Jerry!" Harry said weakly after sitting down, "Jerry, what should we do?"

"The people at the Ministry of Magic will not listen to an Acromantula, and Hagrid will still be imprisoned in Azkaban!"

"As long as Professor Dumbledore knows that Hagrid was wronged, Harry, you have to believe Dumbledore!" Jerry comforted.

"I shouldn't hide from Professor Dumbledore that I'm a Parselmouth. I should tell him that I heard strange noises at the attack site!"

Hermione sat aside, looking at the regret and anxiety on Harry's face, and felt speechless in her heart. She wanted to throw the basilisk information right in his face.

Can't you go to the library to look up information? The answer is already so obvious!

…

At night, in the principal's office of Hogwarts, Jerry tried out the names of several snacks and candies before successfully sneaking in.

The portraits of previous principals hanging on the wall have fallen asleep in the frames, and Phoenix Fox is also dozing at the desk.

Jerry approached the desk carefully and quietly, trying to keep the sound of his footsteps as low as possible. He slowly stretched his hand towards Fox's feathers, for fear of waking it up!

Fox, who was sleeping, suddenly felt a chill, and the strong malice woke him up from his slumber.

It opened its eyes and found Jerry standing next to it. Was it trying to pull out its feathers again when it wasn't paying attention?

Fox quickly dodged Jerry, scratched his sleeve with his claws, and then flew high up on the bookshelf, staring at Jerry with angry eyes.

"Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, you have to believe me!" Jerry, who was caught by Fox, quickly waved his hand to explain, "I came to you tonight for other reasons, really!"

Jerry looked at Fox, who was refusing to come down from the top of the bookshelf, and smiled awkwardly. How stingy! Isn’t it just that I secretly plucked a few of your feathers last time?

Anyway, you still have so many feathers on your body, so what if you give me a few? I'm still a child!

"I'm really here to discuss with you how to deal with the basilisk. Then you just need to help me blind its eyes. Don't hurt it in other places. They are all treasures. Leave them to me!"

Jerry explained to Fox in a low voice again, and finally, under his gentle pressure, Fox slowly returned to the desk, but his eyes kept staring at Jerry warily.

The bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts. After discussing with Fox in the principal's office, Jerry went straight here.

Myrtle was tired of being chased by Harry and the others about the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago. She left the bathroom and went to another place. That's fine, Jerry would have to worry about finding excuses to drive her away.

Jerry checked carefully by the pool and found a copper faucet with a small snake engraved on the side. He twisted it with his hand and found that no water came out.

This should be it, Jerry thought to himself.

"Hiss! (Open)" Jerry stared at the carved little snake, trying hard to imagine it as a real snake. Then he made a hoarse, disturbing sound.