Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Far East, Tokyo.

This is a small and run-down shrine.

In the center of Tokyo, where land is at a premium, this shrine seems out of place with the surrounding high-rise buildings and busy traffic.

The strange thing is that people passing by in a hurry don't even look at it, as if they can't see it at all.

In the corridor in front of the shrine, there was a miko wearing a red and white miko uniform with a big bow on the back of her head.

This is a witch with the appearance of a young girl, but the vicissitudes of life occasionally revealed in her eyes make her look like an old man.

The miko's legs stretched out from the corridor and swayed gently, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

The sun shines through the sycamore trees in the yard, and the witch sips a sip of tea. She stares blankly at the irregular clouds in the sky for a while, stretches out, and sighs: "It's another peaceful day. Here~"

Leisure time is always short, and soon, a burst of footsteps approaching from far away broke the quiet time.

The visitor was an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a neat suit and bow tie, as if he had just run away from a high-class banquet.

The miko raised her eyelids slightly, then lowered them again, and said casually: "So it's you, old man Hesu, do you know the old rules?"

Hesu Xiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked quickly to an old wooden money box, clasped his hands and bowed twice, took out a wallet and poured all the money in it.

The clanking sound and the golden light reflected by the jumping metal pieces made the witch instantly raise her head and look at the old man in surprise.

"The sun is rising in the west today. This is not like you at all."

Hesu Goshin smiled bitterly and said, "Lord Reimu, we are in trouble."

"I knew it..." The witch took another sip of tea, "Let's make it clear first that I won't take any job that's too troublesome, and I won't refund any money."

"That's right," said Tsurugo Nobu, "the Department of Mysteries..."

"Qiaodou sack!" The witch suddenly stretched out her hand and made a stop gesture.

"The Department of Mysteries... I remember it was a department you set up to imitate those guys from the West, right?"

"You also know." Hexugou smiled apologetically, "It is quite necessary to carry out unified containment and management of those dangerous magic items and creatures..."

"Okay." The miko said lazily, "Even if you are right, then why come to me?"

"A week ago, when our staff were conducting year-end statistics, they discovered that Containment Object No. 101 had disappeared, and the only one left in the cage was a stand-in."

"No. 101? That guy named Kyubey?"

"Ah, yes." Hexugou said with a serious face, "The trouble is, we don't know how long it has been gone and how many people it has signed a contract with..."

"You also know that every time it signs a contract with a person, the connection between the latitude of the soul and the latitude of reality will become closer. When the latitude of reality and the latitude of the soul completely coincide, I am afraid that the ghosts walking at night and the gods descending will reappear in ancient times. A picture of the world.”

With that said, Hexugou stretched out his posture and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Reimu-sama."

"..."

The witch was silent for a long time before saying, "I have no reason to help you."

"Honestly, I wish those gods could come and see if they are really as omnipotent as the legends say..."

"But a lot of people will die!" the old man shouted, holding his neck.

"What does that have to do with me?"

The extremely cold and majestic voice instantly extinguished the anger that had just risen in the old man's heart.

He had not made a move for so many years that he had almost forgotten the other party's illustrious reputation.

Blood Witch - the name of the evil spirit dream, is still the nightmare of many people.

Hesu Xiang gritted his teeth and suddenly said: "As long as you are willing to take action, we can lend you 'that thing' for one use."

"Oh?" Lingmeng narrowed his eyes, "Twice."

"Once at most." Hexugang Nobu solemnly said, "This is our bottom line."

Reimu saw the determination in Tsurugou Nobu's eyes. She also knew the danger of 'that thing', and also knew that it was the biggest bargaining chip that the guys from the Ministry of Magic could offer.

Lingmeng nodded: "Deal."

Hexugang Shin was relieved, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He handed Lingmeng a bronze compass: "This positioning compass can point you to Kyubey's location, but it can only be used once a day."

On the compass, a small needle pointed firmly to the west.

……

Jerry naturally had no way of knowing what happened in the Far East. After solving Quirrell, he finally lived the peaceful life he dreamed of.

However, since they could not find a suitable teacher for a while, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had to be taught by other professors. The advantage of this was that they could finally learn something real.

Time soon came to Easter, and the two Quidditch games during the period ended with Gryffindor's victory. Harry could catch the snitch as quickly as possible every time, which meant that if there were no accidents, ——For example, in the last game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Gryffindor fell behind by more than [-] points. This year's Quidditch Cup must go to Gryffindor.

This also caused Professor McGonagall to always smile and appear particularly patient during this period.

Hermione began to make a review plan. She marked her notes with various colors and carefully circled the key contents.

This notebook was circulated to each other in the "Study Support Group", and the members of the group simply regarded Hermione as a god!

After Jerry heard about this incident, he immediately joined the "Learning Mutual Aid Group" without saying anything.

With this notebook, he seemed to have returned to his previous life when he was taking final exams in college.

The only thing that troubled Jerry was that the teachers gave them a lot of homework, which made Easter far less relaxing and interesting than Christmas. The students had to recite the twelve uses of dragon's blood or practice The movement of the wand.

However, this tense atmosphere eased a lot with the arrival of a package.

At that time, Jerry was practicing the levitation spell with other students in the common activity room of the "Learning Mutual Aid Group". The beautiful barn owl nimbly bypassed various obstacles suspended in mid-air and lifted a large package. Throw it in front of Jerry.

Inside the package was a delicate box and a letter.

The letter was sent by Ivan. According to him, Bojinbok had made a Yu-Gi-Oh that could project sounds like the one on TV. Of course, in this world Jerry called it the "Hogwarts Magic Card".

What he sent to Jerry was the first batch of trial versions produced.

Opening the box, there are two duel disk-like things inside, and a pack of cards.

"What is this, Jerry?"

Suddenly seeing something novel, others immediately gathered around.

"A new game I developed."

Jerry immediately noticed that these children were like walking advertisements!

He deliberately waited for a while until almost everyone noticed this, then stuffed the card pile into the duel plate and demonstrated to them.

"I attack to summon a Godric Gryffindor," Jerry pulled out a card and inserted it into the monster zone of the duel disk, and immediately projected a young man's projection in front of him.

The man had red hair and a long sword on his waist. He looked more like a knight than a wizard.There was a long scar over his right eye, but instead of hiding his handsomeness, it actually added a bit of wildness.

"Fight like a hero or die like a coward!" Gryffindor shouted the line while assuming an attack stance.

"Oh!" This novel scene instantly caused a burst of cheers, and Hermione looked over dissatisfied, "Merlin! What are you doing? There are still ten weeks to go before the exams, and we have to pass these exams to be promoted. second grade……"

"Hermione, please let us take a break!" Ron looked at the projected figure with bright eyes.

Not only the friendly red hair, but more importantly, his intuition told him that this might be another new game that would become popular in the wizarding world after wizard chess.

As someone whose chess skills were recognized by Dumbledore, it was difficult for Ron to meet a decent opponent at Hogwarts, and his interest in wizard chess had also dropped a lot.

Now a new game has come out, which looks very interesting, and he can't stop playing it anymore.

He struggled to squeeze to Jerry's side and looked at him with shining eyes: "Jerry, how do you play with this thing?"

Oh, did you notice this was a game so quickly?

Jerry glanced at Ron. With this guy's talent in gaming, he was of great value for training...

"This is the rule book. You read it first. After reading it, we can demonstrate a game."

He threw a rule book to Ron. Of course, the book only contained the most basic summoning rules and the activation times of various cards.

Expecting to become a master of dueling by relying on a rule book is like being asked to solve calculus when you have just learned the most basic addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

It is conceivable that there will be another brutal massacre later.

Ron held the rule book in his hands, and as if he had found a treasure, he quickly ran to the side and started reading.

Jerry went on to summon the other three founders as well as Dumbledore, the Fire Dragon and other magical animals.

Every time a new projection appeared, there would be a burst of cheers. Finally, Hermione simply closed the book and walked over.

"The projection spell and the sound storage spell are combined very cleverly. This thing must be expensive, right?"

Jerry smiled thoughtfully.

As we all know, the free ones are the most expensive, and the level of gold-drawing cards is much higher than buying out...

Soon, Ron finished reading the rule book and walked over with confidence.

It took me a while to put together the deck.

Seeing this, Jerry handed him a duel disk, which he put on his arm familiarly, and put the deck of cards in it.

Jerry also put his [Legendary Wizard] deck into the duel plate.

"DUELSTART!"

The students immediately rushed over and formed a circle, staring blankly at this card game that had never appeared in the magic world.

……

"Basilisk, attack the opponent's Gryffindor." Ron ordered. "Basilisk can activate the petrification effect once every round, reducing the attack and defense of a monster on the field in attack position to zero. This I will accept the victory of the round!" The basilisk's tail flicked, and Gryffindor, who was all gray and shiny with stone, immediately turned into fragments all over the sky.

"Beep-beep-" As Gryffindor disappeared into pieces, Jerry's box made two short beeps, fixing the string of numbers in front of him at 0.

"I won." Ron smiled proudly.

Jerry looked dull. Ron's improvised deck was definitely not as powerful as the [Legendary Wizard] series he had carefully prepared.

It's inexplicable that he lost this game!

Not only has he not been able to get hold of his key card for a long time, but Ron is also getting whatever he wants.

Are you the real duelist?

"Hey Jerry, where can I buy this game?" Some students couldn't help but come up to ask.

"How much does a set cost? At least twenty galleons, right?"

The one who spoke was a Slytherin student, his chest held high, looking down at the students from other houses.

Only this kind of high-level game is worthy of his noble status!

Jerry just recovered from his failure. He can give you points, but the money must be earned.

"[Hogwarts Magic Cards] can be bought at the Magic Board Game House in Diagon Alley! No 998, no 98, just 1 galleon - yes, you heard it right, just one galleung, you can You can buy a Duel Disk, and it comes with ten card packs. The card packs can be purchased individually for one Nat per pack, and we also accept Owl mail order service——"

"One Galleung?" The students were excited. The price was cheaper than many wizard chess pieces. As for the card pack, it was only one Nat. One Galleung could open two to three hundred packs.

Two to three hundred bags!It should be enough to build any deck.

The poor children have not yet experienced the fear of being dominated by various rare restrictions and the infinite repetition of humiliation.

……

[Hogwarts Magic Cards] is on fire!

no doubt.

First of all, it was the first-year students, and then all the students. You could see people wearing duel disks wandering around in the corridors everywhere, and if they looked at each other, they would have an intense duel.

Orders came in like snowflakes. Ivan said that he had handed over all the production of the duel plate casing to a Muggle company, and the key alchemical runes and magic circles were borne by Bo Jin Bock. This made the old man say: I couldn't bear it and wanted to find some apprentices.

Jerry could do anything, as long as he didn't reveal that he had Boginbok in his possession.

As for the images of the four founders and Dumbledore in the game, looking at Dumbledore, not only did he not want to collect some portrait fees, but he actually thought it was very interesting. Jerry even saw him and Professor McGonagall in the auditorium. There was a "duel" among them.

Amidst the chaos, the time came to the end of the semester.

The [Hogwarts Magic Card] brought him three thousand galleons in income, and with the holidays approaching, it is foreseeable that there will be a big increase.

Jerry took a thousand galleons from the proceeds and held a dueling tournament at Hogwarts.

The final championship was won by Ron Weasley. The boy looked extremely happy and kept talking about how he planned to spend the money.

But Jerry doubted how long he could keep the money.

After the final exam, Hermione's overall score was undoubtedly the first, and Jerry was the best in transfiguration. Professor McGonagall said that Jerry could join her transfiguration club next year.

Gryffindor finally regained the Quidditch Cup after seven years, and the House Cup was won by Slytherin.

Before he knew it, the wardrobe was emptied and Jerry was once again on the train back to London.