Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Seeing Kyubey's nonchalant look, Lockhart suddenly became furious.

Fortunately, it had said before that the requirements for becoming a contractor were very high. There were no more than ten in the whole world, but there were actually several of them in Hogwarts alone.

"Who are they?" Lockhart demanded.

"According to the rules, you need to discover this yourself." Kyubey said, "But for the sake of my companions, I can provide you with some small help, such as eliminating a few wrong answers."

"Is Jerry Yoder a Contractor?"

"No."

"Where's Dumbledore?"

Kyubey glanced at him: "So far, all the contractors except you are students."

Hearing this, Lockhart finally felt relieved.

Among the students at Hogwarts, except for Jerry Yoder, who he could not figure out, he did not think that anyone else would be his opponent - even if the other party also signed a contract with Kyubey and gained great power.

Since Voldemort's death, the entire wizarding world has become lax, and many Hogwarts students have never encountered any decent battles until they graduate.

A real battle is not about two people bowing face to face and shooting magic spells at each other, but about sneak attacks, drugging, cursing...everything possible.

Lockhart is very confident in himself at this point - many wizards who are much more powerful than him have suffered at his hands.

Hearing Kyubey say that all the current contractors are students, Lockhart's heart suddenly became alive.

If I could kill all the other contractors and seize their power, even Dumbledore wouldn't be my opponent, right?

……

Time soon came to the weekend. Early in the morning, Jerry was awakened by a rustling sound.

The sun peeked out from the horizon, painting the sky with a golden halo——

When the holidays were approaching last year, Jerry found Dumbledore and mentioned to him the environmental issues in Slytherin's dormitory.

Staying underground for a long time without seeing the light of day can easily cause a series of psychological problems.

Dumbledore was convinced of this, but still rejected Jerry's suggestion to move to the dormitory.

Unexpectedly, when I returned here again at the beginning of the school year, all the windows of Slytherin would be enchanted with the same magic as the ceiling of the auditorium.

The same view as outside can be enjoyed through the windows.

Dumbledore is a capable person, and he can really solve any problem.

His thoughts drifted away from his memories, and he saw Malfoy putting socks on his feet on the bed next door.

Goyle and Crabbe had already dressed and were waiting stupidly aside.

"So early?"

This weekend, Malfoy's morning exercise time will be delayed by an hour than usual.

"You're awake." Malfoy scratched his head, "Today we are selecting new Quidditch team members, and Flint wants us to go there early."

Last year, the Slytherin team's seeker was a seventh-year student. However, due to the opponent's exams and Malfoy's money-making ability, Malfoy replaced him in the last few games and won the final. Lost to Gryffindor.

The Slytherin team graduated several members this year, so it's no wonder that Flint is eager to find new people.

"That's it... Then I'll sleep a little longer..."

"I'm leaving first." Malfoy shook his head. This friend of his was good at everything, but he was too lazy, as if he couldn't get enough sleep.

Half an hour after he lay down again, Jerry suddenly sat up from the bed, almost forgetting that he still had important things to do today.

With the experience of the [Hogwarts Magic Cards] competition held last year, Jerry decided to formalize it and make it a league this year.

In previous generations, basketball's NBA and football's various super leagues brought local benefits comparable to those of a giant enterprise.

What he has to do today is a very important thing - go to Hogsmodera for sponsorship.

Generally speaking, only students in third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade with the consent of their guardian.

But well...

For a small sum of galleons, Jerry got a little help from his twin brothers to get straight from school to Hogsmeade.

A quarter of an hour later, Jerry arrived at the auditorium, where students were already sitting there eating breakfast. Jerry took two pieces of bread and while eating, he found the location of Gregor through a map given to him by the Weasley twins. The secret passage behind the statue.

Passing through the long and narrow secret passage, we arrived at Hogsmeade shrouded in mist.

It was now about eight o'clock in the morning, and many shops had begun to open for business. However, Jerry's trip to Hogsmeade was not as smooth as expected.

Although they recognized the popularity of Hogwarts Magic Cards and were very interested in Jerry's idea of ​​turning Hogsmeade into a city of duels, at the same time, they did not want to spend too much money.

Although both Honeydukes Candy Shop and Zuko's Magic Joke Shop are century-old shops well-known throughout the British wizarding world and are not short of money, their vision is still limited to "small but beautiful" and has not expanded at all. The idea of ​​​​developing production lines and expanding branches is naturally not interested in spending a lot of money on advertising.

Seeing that they had never been beaten by capitalism, Jerry decided to teach them a lesson. Of course, this would be discussed later.

In the end, Ms. Rosmerta from the Three Broomsticks Bar agreed to sponsor Jerry with a hundred galleons, but Jerry always felt that the way she looked at him was not right.

After drinking a glass of butterbeer, Jerry declined the invitation of the charming young woman to visit the wine cellar. Instead, holding a bag of Galleons, he climbed back to Hogwarts along the secret passage.

When he passed by the Quidditch pitch, he found players from Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered around the pitch, and there seemed to be an argument.

It turned out that Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, had applied to the school for the right to use the stadium very early, but Flint also had Professor Snape's approval note in his hand, and the two sides had differences over the ownership of the stadium. , no one obeys anyone.

The quarrel became more and more intense, and finally, when Malfoy seemed to have said something unpleasant, Ron took out his wand and gave it to him.

This time it stoked a hornet's nest. The Slytherin and Gryffindor students who were still watching on the high platform came off the stage one after another, raised their wands and pointed them at each other. The atmosphere was as tense as a ignited powder keg, ready to explode.

Malfoy got up from the ground, his eyes red: "I'm going to kill you, Weasley."

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Without saying a word, Ron shot another spell at him, as if it was a signal. Gryffindors and Slytherins chanted their own spells one after another. For a moment, beams of various colors flew across the field, and Jerry even I saw several flashes of green and dark blue light.

In this melee, Malfoy's strong physique, which he had trained hard for a long time, finally came into play. He first avoided the twin brothers who rushed towards him, and kicked them to the ground one by one.Then, before Ron could react, Malfoy strode up to him and struck him with an elbow, causing Ron to foam at the mouth.

He punched twice more, but was immediately held down by the twins who got up. Harry bumped into Malfoy's stomach. They rolled to the ground and started a fierce physical fight.

Jerry was shocked for a while. Last year, Malfoy, Ron and Harry had a pretty good relationship, but looking at their performance today, someone who didn't know better thought they had a grudge against their father.

The situation in front of him was beyond his control. Just as Jerry was about to go find the professor, his eyes suddenly froze.

Irene was standing on the outside of the stadium at some point. She was holding a wand with a hesitant look on her face, as if she didn't know whether to run away or join the fight.

Jerry cursed secretly and was about to ask her to leave when he saw two spells falling on Irene at the same time, knocking her away far away.

The instigators, Harry and Ron, stood there with their wands in hand, dumbfounded.

Jerry only felt a bang in his mind, as if he had been hit hard by something, and angry flames shot straight to the top of his head.

My eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of red gauze, I didn't think about anything, I didn't have to think about anything, a steady stream of power poured into my limbs and body, it was a wonderful feeling that I had never experienced before.

[Rage (passive): You are extremely angry and stay extremely angry for a whole day!Within that day, gain the additional status of Strength +10 and Intelligence -10. 】

There seemed to be some sound coming from my ears, but it didn't matter anymore.

Jerry picked up a stick from the ground and walked into the stadium step by step.

His whole body seemed to be burning with flames, and even the air was ignited. On the way he passed by, the surroundings seemed to have pressed the pause button, and it was surprisingly quiet.

Harry and Ron swallowed. It was the first time they saw that the always gentle face could show such a ferocious side, like an elegant cat suddenly transformed into a lion, roaring and showing its sharp teeth.

The chill coming from the bottom of their hearts made them finally wake up. For some reason, everything that happened today felt particularly wrong.

The first is Malfoy. After experiencing that adventure together last year, I thought that even if we couldn't become friends, at least we wouldn't become enemies.

But today, when they stood opposite Malfoy, they suddenly felt a deep sense of disgust in their hearts, a feeling that they wanted to kill each other.

Malfoy was also particularly aggressive today. With just a few words, Ron lost his mind and launched the first attack.

What confused them even more was that Malfoy didn't care. After seeing Irene, their hatred for Malfoy seemed to extend to the girl. Before they could react, they recited a spell at the girl.

"Jerry, calm down, we didn't mean it." Harry shouted, but the other party seemed not to hear him at all, and the long stick dragged a long trail behind him.

Ron forced a smile: "Fortunately, he didn't use a wand. He just wanted to beat us with a stick to relieve our anger..."

The next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

During the melee, at some point the box containing the ball was trampled to the ground, and a black bludger flew out from it.

As soon as the Bludger flew out, it aimed at Jerry and hit him viciously.

Without even looking, Jerry swiped his stick and the Bludger was shattered into pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

"Hiss... If this stick hits someone, he will die!"

As if they saw themselves being shot in the head with a stick, Harry and Ron shivered at the same time.

The original thought of "getting beaten up by Jerry on purpose" disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, a huge figure stood next to the two of them, looking quite surprised.

"Merlin, what happened here?"

Harry and Ron seemed to have seen the savior and hid behind Hagrid.

"We accidentally injured Jerry's sister just now, and he was angry."

Harry explained with a slight blush.

Hagrid glanced at them: "Why do you do this? You are not the kind of people I remember."

"It was just an accident..." Harry lowered his head. He did not dare to tell Hagrid about the sudden feeling of disgust and violence deep in his heart, which made him feel like a monster.

As if seeing the insincerity of Harry's words, Hagrid just looked at him deeply and shouted to Jerry: "Stop it! Jerry, even if Harry and the others make mistakes, they should be handed over to the professor. Instead of making the same mistakes as them.”

Jerry seemed not to hear it and walked toward them step by step.

Hagrid frowned and reached out to control Jerry first.

His spellcasting ability was not as good as Jerry's, but now that the opponent only had a stick in his hand, Hagrid felt that he could still give him a try.

Jerry raised his head indifferently and glanced at Hagrid.Hagrid's heart suddenly suddenly stopped, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

The next moment, the long stick whizzed past the position under Hagrid's hands. The extreme power brought extreme speed, and the extreme speed brought permeating wind pressure. Cold sweat broke out on Hagrid's head.

If his reaction had been slower just now, he might not have been able to save his hand.

He didn't know how the other party had developed such powerful strength at such a young age. He only knew that even without a wand in his hand, the other party could be regarded as one of the most difficult enemies he had ever encountered.

Hagrid's expression became serious: "You go first." He said to Harry and Ron without looking back.

Hearing this, the two of them hurriedly ran back.

Jerry noticed this and was about to go around Hagrid to chase them. Hagrid took a step to the side and continued to block him.

Even if his intelligence was -10 now, Jerry knew that if he wanted to catch up with those two people, he had to kill the stupid guy blocking his way first.

Seeing Jerry focusing all his attention on himself, Hagrid finally realized what Harry and Ron felt just now. The feeling of being targeted by some large creature reminded him of his time in the Forbidden Forest. Days of wandering.

The battle was about to break out, and the next moment, a huge noise sounded on the Quidditch field.

Almost all the professors came outside the castle. Dumbledore stood outside the gate, the wand in his hand raised high.

He looked at the messy Quidditch pitch without saying a word, but there seemed to be heavy pressure in the air.