Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore was dealing with a thick pile of documents. As the school year approached, things became more complicated.

He held a quill in his hand and wrote something quickly on the parchment.Occasionally he would stop and tap the parchment lightly with his wand with one hand. A flash of fire would flash and the parchment would disappear. The other hand would take the time to pick up a Bibi All-flavored bean and put it in his mouth. .

After writing a long letter to the Minister of Magic about his suggestions for the development of the wizarding world, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and put down his pen.

Let’s wrap up the morning’s work.

It's a good idea to get rid of any leftover snacks before lunch is delivered.

Dumbledore thought this, grabbed a multi-flavor bean, and looked at it carefully.

This is a green bean, it should taste like tea or peas.

Dumbledore smiled confidently and threw the beans into his mouth.

The next moment, his face changed.

"Damn! It tastes like mustard!"

Dumbledore only felt a fishy smell swirling around his trachea and straight into his nose!He coughed violently, spittle sprayed everywhere, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

The old man hurriedly waved his magic wand, trying to conjure a glass of water for himself.But what emerged from the tip of the wand was a string of golden-red flames!

The flames lit his table, and Dumbledore watched his whole morning's hard work turn to ashes, and a ball of anger suddenly rose in his heart.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly and chose the simplest way to release his magic power. The unparalleled magic power swept through the entire office like a whirlwind. The flame of Zheng Huan that was still burning just now was instantly suppressed, but his The principal's office also looked like it had been ravaged by a hurricane, with all kinds of things scattered all over the floor.

At this time, there was a "pop" sound of something being broken, which caused his blood pressure, which had not calmed down, to rise again.

Following the sound, what appeared in front of him was a timid house elf. The tray in his hand was knocked to the ground, and various foods - including a small bowl of Dumbledore's favorite milk pudding, were stained. All over the floor.

Startled by Dumbledore's angry eyes, the poor elf was about to burst into tears. He stammered: "Hold... I'm sorry, sir, I'll pack it up right now..."

"..."

Dumbledore felt like the breath in his chest was blocked by something, and he couldn't vent it out.

"No need." He sighed, stood up, and waved his wand gracefully.

The debris on the floor flew back to their original positions, the broken tableware recovered in mid-air, and the food residue was swept away.

In an instant, the office returned to its original appearance.

The house elf looked at the scene in awe and squeaked, "I'll get another of your lunches, sir."

"Two milk puddings, please."

"Oh, sir..." the elf said timidly, "The milk pudding is gone. The ingredients will not be delivered until tomorrow..."

"..."

Dumbledore felt that maybe he should ask Professor Trelawney to see if today was his Good Friday?

……

After shopping around Diagon Alley in the morning, Jerry found a bookstore in the afternoon and found their sales rankings in the bestseller section.

Ranked first is Gilderoy Lockhart's "A Year with the XZ Snowman", second to seventh are his and werewolves, vampires, trolls, dominatrixes, ghouls, and women respectively. The love and hatred between ghosts.

The eighth is a popular science book called "The Origins of Quidditch", the ninth is a collection of fairy tales - "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", and in the tenth position, Lockhart's name once again stands out. Appears - "Gilderoy Lockhart teaches you how to rid your home of pests".

The master who dominates the list is so terrifying!

For Jerry, this has good news and bad news.

The good news is that just studying Lockhart's work is enough.

The bad news...his books are really expensive.

Jerry just glanced at the label and instantly gave up the idea of ​​buying one or two copies.

It is also quite difficult to get prostitutes for free - a big and round clerk holds a feather duster in his hand and stands next to the best-selling bookshelf with eager eyes. Once someone stays there for too long, he will use the feather duster in front of their eyes. Sweep around.Jerry accidentally got his eyeballs rubbed by chicken feathers and ran away in a hurry.

"I can only go to the second-hand bookstore to see if I can find anything missing..." Jerry sighed to himself and came to Old Jack's second-hand book stall without any hope.

Old Jack was still lying on the rocking chair basking in the sun. When he saw Jerry, he showed a joking smile.

"Hey, isn't this Dumbledore's illegitimate son? Why are you doing this?"

"I'm no closer to Dumbledore than you are," Jerry replied calmly.

Although I was a little depressed by these rumors at first, I think about it from another perspective: Dumbledore is not in a hurry, why is he in a hurry?

What's more, it would be good for him - at least it wouldn't be a bucket of ice cream for free.

Seeing that Jerry was unmoved, Old Jack made a sound and said lazily: "It's boring... It's the same old rule, pick out whatever books you want."

Jerry did not enter the store immediately, but hesitated: "Do you know someone named Morissa?"

Hearing the name, Old Jack sat up suddenly, and his sunglasses slipped from his nose.

"Where did you hear that name? Did Dumbledore tell you?"

No, no, I just overheard it from your conversation.

But looking at Old Jack's expression of wanting to eat someone, it was obvious that he couldn't say that.

Jerry thought for a while and took out the diary from his pocket: "This is a diary written by a lady named Morissa. Because I bought it from you, I think it may have something to do with you..."

Anyway, Jerry has read the content here once and excerpted the valuable part about the practice of "Light Cannon Magic".

For him, the value of the diary has been squeezed out, so why not take it out and see if it can improve Old Jack's favor and trigger a side plot or something...

However, Old Jack's reaction was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The old man held the diary with slightly trembling hands and turned the page. When he saw the name "Morissa Klisa", Jerry was surprised to find two lines of tears running down his orange peel-like cheeks. flowed down.

He did not continue to turn back, but just stared at this page, as if falling into some kind of memory, his eyes gradually lost focus.

After a long time, he suddenly closed the diary and threw it back to Jerry.

"Since it's all sold, it's yours."

"But..." Jerry wanted to say something more, but the old man said calmly:

"Jack Klisa, that's my name."