Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"Mass brawl!" Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the venue, his voice full of exhaustion and disappointment. "This is the first time this has happened since I became the headmaster - I have to pay Slater Lin and Gryffindor will each be deducted two hundred points, I hope you can remember this lesson!"

"No! You can't do this!" Hermione, who hurried over, exclaimed after hearing Dumbledore's last words.

Last year's House Cup was won by Slytherin, so the little girl has been holding back her energy this school year and is particularly active in class.

She didn't expect to hear such bad news just a week later, Hermione couldn't help but retort.

"I think I have the right, Miss Granger." Dumbledore looked at her through his semicircular glasses. "Besides, it is a good thing to be obsessed with club activities, but don't neglect your friends."

Hearing this, a blush rose on Hermione's cheeks and she lowered her head deeply.

During this time, she not only had to maintain excellent grades, but also helped members of the learning mutual aid group outside of class. As a large number of first-year students joined this organization, Hermione became even busier. It had been a long time since I had even had dinner with Harry and Ron.

"Who is the instigator?"

Professor McGonagall looked furious, her chest heaving and breathing heavily.

"It's Harry Potter and Ron Weasley!" The Slytherins immediately identified. "Weasley was the first to attack Malfoy. They also attacked Eileen and Diana, causing her to be seriously injured."

Only then did Professor McGonagall notice the unconscious Irene on the edge of the field. The little girl was now pale, with a trace of blood still remaining at the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing standing still? Why don't you take her to the hospital quickly?" Professor McGonagall cast a stern look at Harry and Ron and found that they were hiding behind Hagrid, who was confronting Jerry.

Yes, I heard that both Irene and Jerry came from the same orphanage, and they were like siblings. If Harry and Ron injured Irene, they would have to face Jerry's wrath.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall had another headache. She had always been very optimistic about Jerry.

Not only because of his superb talent for transfiguration, he was also the most unlike Slytherin she had ever seen.

Slytherin has been away from Hogwarts since Voldemort was born.

Many Slytherins are even proud to join the Death Eaters, and naturally look down on half-bloods or "Mudbloods" from other houses.Out of fear of Voldemort, other colleges also had a tendency to isolate Slytherin, and the contradiction between the two became increasingly large.

Professor McGonagall is not only the head of Gryffindor, but also the deputy principal of Hogwarts, and has always been worried about this.

At this moment, Jerry appeared out of nowhere.

He has great personal charm and can build good relationships with students from all colleges.

He has a mature worldview and will not be easily influenced by them.

His humble background prevented him from having the bad habits of pampered purebloods, and his firm belief prevented him from feeling inferior or even psychologically distorted.

Professor McGonagall even felt that he was the chosen one who was most likely to bridge the rift between the houses and make Hogwarts great again.

The other person called the "savior" disappointed her very much. Even if she had conflicts with the Slytherins, it was not a reason to vent her anger on a new student.

"Potter," said Professor McGonagall disappointedly, "I thought you would behave better."

"Sorry……"

Harry felt aggrieved. He felt that he had not done it, but everyone present could prove that he had indeed fired the spell.

"It's not me you should be saying sorry to." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "In solitary confinement, you and Mr. Weasley have to come to my office every Saturday morning!"

"But..." Wood was anxious. Harry was the most important seeker in the Gryffindor team. Being locked up all the time meant that a lot of practice time would be wasted.

"Shut up, Wood." Professor McGonagall said coldly, "As a senior student, I thought you would behave better."

"..."

Wood's face was red and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Harry suddenly said: "I have no objection to your punishment, but..." He glared at Malfoy hatefully, "It was Malfoy who insulted Ron's parents first, and Ron couldn't bear it. Don’t take action against him.”

Professor McGonagall was about to say something when Snape suddenly said in a sinister tone: "Who can prove it?"

"I can!"

"I can too!"

The Wood and Weasley brothers rushed to say, and the Slytherin students did not object.

Snape frowned: "I know, he will be punished."

Harry was a little reluctant, but he also understood very well that no matter which country a fight is, the party that strikes first will be blamed, and the party with the least injury will be blamed.

It was rare to get Snape to promise to punish Malfoy.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Professor McGonagall's expression softened: "Okay, Mr. Yoder, please send Miss Diana to the campus hospital first..."

The next moment, her eyes widened, and she saw Jerry suddenly running towards Hagrid, and swung the stick hard towards his thigh.

"stop!"

Professor McGonagall screamed. She never expected that Jerry would dare to attack the school staff in front of all the teachers and students.

"It's useless..." Dumbledore sighed quietly, "He used a spell similar to the Berserk Curse to strengthen his own power, at the cost of losing most of his sanity."

"Where did this kid learn this spell?"

Professor McGonagall was surprised. The Violent Curse is a restricted form of black magic, which means that its use must be approved by the Ministry of Magic. It is illegal to use the Violent Curse on others at will.

It is usually only briefly introduced in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in seventh grade.

The reason is also very simple. During the Wizarding War more than ten years ago, the Death Eaters used the Berserk Curse to drive a group of magical creatures, causing some of the most tragic massacres at that time.

After that, the Fury Curse was relegated to the category of dark magic.

"We'll talk about this later. The top priority now is to calm him down first."

"Violent Curse? What a naughty boy..."

A flirtatious voice sounded, and Lockhart walked over at some point, with a standard eight-toothed smile on his face.

"I know a little spell can be very helpful in this situation. Why don't you let me try it..."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened slightly. Lockhart's performance has been noticed by them all this time.

It seems that he did learn a lot of useful things after leaving school.

"Then trouble you."

"Of course, I will be very gentle..."

Lockhart's eyes flashed with malice. Before receiving Kyubey's gift, he was the world's best memory master. After signing the contract with Kyubey, not even Dumbledore could even think of surpassing him in this regard.

Ever since he decided to join the war between contractors, he has been observing students, collecting intelligence, and trying to find out who is most likely to be a contractor.

And among the key targets he designated for observation, there happened to be a few who had a good relationship with Jerry.

谷乇

To attack them would inevitably arouse Jerry's vigilance, so it would be better to strike first and take this opportunity to directly erase his memory!

At that time, it was said that he had been controlled by the violent curse for too long and his brain was burned out.

Plan pass!

“Ryanukiriya Opukiri…”

Lockhart pretended to wave his wand and mutter something.No one can ever find out what kind of magic he uses!

Snape frowned and watched this scene. He always felt that this guy was just babbling.

The next moment, a dazzling white light flashed, and Jerry, who was fighting Hagrid, suddenly felt a warning sign and jumped away.

The white light flew past his sleeves and sank into the ground.

Jerry's attention was immediately drawn to it.

The stupid guy in front of me was like a big wooden stake with rough skin and flesh, and it was no fun to beat him.

It was the pretty boy, Jerry felt a strong sense of malice from him.

This is the real enemy!

Jerry instantly defined Lockhart.

Lockhart didn't notice that Jerry's attack target had changed, and was still annoyed that his attack missed.

"You have to aim a little bit better next time."

Just as Lockhart was thinking this, he heard a burst of exclamation in his ears, and Hagrid's loud shout.

"Get out of the way! Professor Lockhart!"

"what?"

Lockhart raised his head in confusion, and saw a black shadow approaching him at some point.

Before he could even raise his wand, he felt an astonishing force coming from his abdomen. The next moment, Lockhart's feet were off the ground and he was severely knocked into the air.

"I--" Lockhart only had time to think of the last thought before he tilted his head and passed out.

"Yodele!" Professor McGonagall screamed, and with a wave of her wand, several giant clay puppets appeared, surrounding Jerry.

Dumbledore also looked stern. Even he couldn't undo the effect of the Fury Curse in the middle. He could only wait for the effect of the spell to pass.That's why he didn't stop Lockhart.

Seeing Jerry putting his scarlet gaze on the few of them, Dumbledore sighed.He used his wand to conjure up several silver-white ribbons and flew towards Jerry. Snape also raised his wand and stood ready.

Twenty minutes later, the ground was covered with beaten pieces of the puppet. Jerry was also tightly wrapped in silver-white ribbons and was struggling.

"Sorry, Jerry. Passed out!" Dumbledore whispered, shooting a red beam at Jerry.

To his surprise, Jerry, who was hit by the spell, not only did not faint, but actually struggled even harder.

"I've never heard that the Violent Curse has the effect of increasing magic resistance..." Dumbledore was puzzled and had to increase the magic output.

"Passed out!"

"Passed out!"

"Passed out!"

It was only when Dumbledore felt that he could knock out a giant dragon that Jerry rolled his eyes and passed out.

……

In the middle of the night, in an empty classroom with no one around, a figure suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"Come out, Kyubey." The figure said.

The next moment, a strange white creature walked out of the shadows with elegant steps.

"Good evening, my contractor, Harry Potter."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Harry paced back and forth in the classroom irritably, "What happened during the day, were you the one causing trouble?"

The creature named Kyubey in front of him was the one he met on the first day of school. According to it, as long as he signs a contract with it, he can get the power of revenge and even resurrect his parents!

Although he had some doubts about this, for Harry, as long as he could resurrect his parents, he would not hesitate even if the strange existence in front of him was a demon that wanted to take away his soul.

After signing the contract, he gained power as he wished, but it was not as powerful as he imagined, let alone seeking revenge from Voldemort.

Kyubey also told him that he needed to collect soul power and fill it with something called a soul gem, so that he could transform into a "Kamen Rider". The most powerful Kamen Rider could even travel through time and space, and he would not be there to save his parents. Next words.

There are two ways to collect soul power. The soul gem will automatically collect the emotions and feelings emitted by people around you. It is slow but harmless to humans and animals.

Of course, you can also choose to kill a person and plunder his soul power.

Harry didn't consider the second option at all, but such evil abilities also aroused his vigilance, and he became even more convinced that Qiubey was the legendary devil.

And whether it's a fairy tale or a history book borrowed from the library, all those who want to make a deal with the devil and make a profit will not end well.

Thinking of the abnormality that happened to him today, it was difficult for Harry not to think of it all as the contract he signed with Kyubey.

After listening to Harry's description, Kyubey walked back and forth on the lectern a few times and sighed: "I won't hide it from you now. Most of the guys you meet who make you hate and disgust you... It’s other contractors.”

……

Ron sometimes envied his brothers. They were either prefects, student union presidents, or Quidditch captains... In short, despite their poor family background, they did not feel inferior at all, but showed off their enthusiasm. light.

Ron also wanted to be like his brother, but he knew that he couldn't do it. He didn't have the ability and talent.

He originally thought that he would spend his campus life in such a confused state, with a longing that he could never reach.

Until one day, a strange creature appeared in front of him...

"Want to live a glorious and great life? Greater than your brother, even greater than Dumbledore!"

Ron's eyes lit up: "I do!"

……

In a stall in the men's bathroom, Ron was sitting on the toilet, looking horrified: "I want to cancel the contract! I don't want to be the president of the men's student union, and I don't want to be the minister of magic."

"This is not okay..." Qiubi looked embarrassed in front of him, "This is a contract at the soul level, and only death can break it off."

Ron was stunned when he heard this. After a long time, he reached out and covered his face with two lines of tears slowly flowing down: "Why didn't you tell me that there was more than one contractor and that the contractors would still fight each other? Do you know? ?When I saw Harry recently, I had an indescribable feeling. Originally I thought I was just jealous and thought I would gradually get used to this... Now you tell me, sooner or later I will live and die with Harry. Facing each other?"

Ron shouted with a cry: "He is my best, best friend!"