Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Even after being kicked out of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Jerry was not discouraged.

As a veteran whose submissions had been rejected many times, he didn't take this minor setback to heart.

He summarized the reasons for his failure. Of course, being too young was one of them. More importantly, he did not do a good job in reader research.

The bookstore manager was right when he said that what Muggles like to read may not necessarily be liked by wizards. It was a bit arrogant for me to think that I could convince him by relying on the sales volume in the Muggle world.

"Scan the list first and get a deeper understanding of wizard tastes." Jerry set a small goal for himself.

With his goal in mind, Jerry felt much more relaxed, and he finally had the time to appreciate the various magic shops around him.

Rather than following Dumbledore around for a leisurely stroll, it was obviously more to his liking to go wherever he wanted and stay as long as he wanted.

For example, in the place where he is now called "Jumping Magic Joke Shop", the boss is displaying a set of exquisite wizard chess pieces - dragons, unicorns and other magical creatures have replaced the king and queen in traditional wizard chess. , a desperate fight began on a battlefield composed of squares.

"Oh, crap!" the boss suddenly yelled - a unicorn he controlled was swallowed up by a small fireball spit out by the opponent's dragon, and turned into rubble on the ground.

"It can be repaired automatically -" the boss shouted loudly, throwing the gravel into the box and showing it to the little wizards who were watching.

As expected, the gravels squirmed together and reorganized into the shape of a unicorn.

"——Take you to experience the real wizard war! One set only costs twenty galleons!"

"……excuse me."

Jerry, who was still a little emotional, touched his wallet and chose to leave with tears in his eyes.

And the one with more people than the Joke Shop is the Quidditch Boutique.

Unlike the joke shop, more adult wizards gathered here.

They gathered in front of the display window and happily discussed the new Nimbus 2000.

Jerry was not interested in the broomstick and left after just one look.

The flow of people in the next store suddenly decreased a lot. I saw a signboard with the words "Horror Trip" hanging at the door of the store. Below it was a line of small words - Our store provides thrilling vacation trips, including Vampire Castle, Zombie Trail and the Bermuda Triangle.

At the bottom is a line of words so small that it’s almost hard to read – the company is not responsible for any injuries or deaths that may occur during these trips.

Jerry was still thinking about who would come to this store who was not afraid of death, when he saw a figure walking out of it.

The man was thin and pale, and what attracted the most attention was the huge turban wrapped around his head - which smelled of garlic.

After he came out, he looked around furtively and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Such a recognizable guy... Jerry suddenly remembered that he should be his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year.

It looked like he had just returned from a trip to the Albanian forest, but he didn't know if Voldemort was stuck to the back of his head.

The horror journey truly lives up to its reputation!

The sun was rising higher and higher, scorching the earth, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. Jerry went to Florin's Cold Drink Shop and ordered an ice cream cone.

The owner, Florin Fusco, is a very talkative middle-aged man. While making ice cream, he took the initiative to talk to Jerry.

"New student at Hogwarts?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes, sir." Jerry nodded politely.

"Ha, you freshmen are so lucky! This year's Hogwarts is not ordinary——"

"How do you say this?" Jerry suddenly became interested.

"Harry Potter knows, right? Counting the days, he should be enrolling in school this year."

"That's it?" Jerry was a little disappointed, although many people in the wizarding world now call Harry Potter the "savior."But he knew that Harry was just an ordinary kid now, and his specialness would not be revealed until Voldemort was resurrected.

"..." As if sensing the young man's contemptuous gaze, the boss lost his composure and lowered his voice.

"Let me tell you a little tidbit - one of this year's freshmen is Dumbledore's illegitimate son!"

He looked at Jerry triumphantly: "Dumbledore, you should know, right?"

"!!!"

Jerry was really shocked now. He had never seen this paragraph in the original novel!

He also lowered his voice and whispered: "Are you kidding me?! Dumbledore is over 100 years old now, right?"

Moreover, what about Dumbledore's promise that he would only love Grindelwald in his life?

"These powerful wizards always have a way." The boss made an obscene gesture with a sinister smile on his face, "For example, some kind of magic potion?"

"Old Deng is really getting stronger with age." Jerry sighed, "By the way, do you know what his illegitimate son looks like?"

"His hair is darker than ink~

His eyes are deeper than the night sky~"

Just say it, why did you even sing it?

"His skin is whiter than the best mutton fat~

His handsome face keeps many girls awake at night~"

He said, why does this person sound so familiar?

At this time, the boss also stopped singing and looked at Jerry blankly.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Jerry had an ominous premonition in his heart: "Jerry Yoder."

"Hiss..." the boss took a breath of cold air, "Um... I just told you nonsense. You must not complain to Dumbledore."

"!!!"

"I have nothing to do with Dumbledore! I grew up in an orphanage!"

The boss's face changed again, with a strange kind of affection.

"Cruel old man."

Jerry heard him murmur quietly and handed over a big box with a full box of ice cream in it.

"Kid, these are all given to you, free of charge."

"I really have nothing to do with Dumbledore." Jerry felt like he was about to cry.

"Yes, yes." The boss looked at him lovingly, "Eat quickly, don't melt."

['I don't know Dumbledore,' the young man said with a cry. The grievance and anger of being abandoned by his biological father for many years came to his heart. Stubborn tears rolled in his eyes, but the young man tried his best to control them and not fall... How wonderful. What a young man, Florin thought, but it's a pity that he has a father as famous as Dumbledore. 】

[Congratulations on using your superb acting skills to single-handedly lower Dumbledore's reputation and laying a solid foundation for your future rise. 】

[Reward: Mastery of Cheating: Anyone who is recognized as your father will encounter misfortune. 】

This is going to become the rhythm of British Lu Fengxian!

Bah bah bah!I won’t recognize my father casually!