Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

The next day, when Jerry woke up, the first thing he saw was an unfamiliar ceiling.

He looked around and saw Gilderoy Lockhart sleeping next to him.

At this time, the previous memories flooded into my mind like a flood.

It seemed that Irene was injured by Harry and Ron, and she instantly activated the passive skill of [Fury].

It was a very wonderful feeling. His brain was in a state of ignorance, unable to carry out any deep thinking, but it also gave him unparalleled power and intuition.

He can easily identify those who have ill intentions towards him and screen out the most threatening ones.

It was not like he imagined, turning into a fool who only knew Aba Aba.

However, Jerry still had a strange feeling when he saw that he actually attacked Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape at the same time.

Are you actually so brave?

And Lockhart was also very suspicious. Jerry clearly remembered that for a moment, he actually had the intention to kill him.

Although he was knocked unconscious immediately, it still made Jerry wary.

He didn't remember when he had offended Lockhart, and given Lockhart's temperament, even if he offended him, he would soon forget it as long as it didn't affect him pretending to be in front of the students.

Could it be that he was also switched or possessed?

Jerry carefully came to Lockhart's bedside and turned him over.

Hmm... The hair on the back of his head is sticking out, and there is no sign of being possessed.

Jerry was hesitating whether to lift the quilt. What if he also had a face tattooed on his chest?

Then Lockhart suddenly opened his eyes...

……

Lockhart had a nightmare. He dreamed that when he went to the Forbidden Forest to collect writing materials, he was suddenly attacked by a large number of magical creatures.

Although Lockhart is no longer a loser who only knows the Forgetting Curse, after killing several spiders as big as a small house, he was accidentally hit head-on by a crazy hippogriff, and even more What shocked Lockhart was that the hippogriff actually had a human face...

Lockhart yelled and woke up from his dream. The first thing he saw was a strange...familiar face.

It was the one he had seen in his dream, but by this time Lockhart was gradually waking up.

He recognized the face as belonging to a student named Jerry Yoder who had landed him in the hospital.

Lockhart felt a little guilty. During the day, he wanted to take action against him...

and many more!

A dark and windy night, an empty hospital, a student sneaking in alone...

broken!Could he have noticed something?Do you want to take action on yourself?

Lockhart subconsciously touched his wand, but found nothing.

The next moment, he desperately found that his wand was lying quietly on the bedside table, blocked intentionally or unintentionally by Jerry.

Lockhart forced a smile: "Mr. Yoder, traveling at night is not what a good student should do. If you want to visit me, you can wait until daytime..."

He spoke loudly, praying that Madam Pomfrey could hear her and come to save her...

But then, his heart seemed to fall into an endless abyss.

Jerry asked leisurely: "Professor Lockhart, why did you attack me during the day?"

Lockhart's expression changed dramatically.

Damn it!But I have never heard of people who have been hit by a violent curse able to retain their previous memories!

As soon as his thoughts changed, Lockhart suddenly started shouting: "It was just a misunderstanding! At that time, I just wanted to help you rescue you from the state of the violent curse."

"Frenzy Curse?" This was the first time Jerry had heard of this spell, and he couldn't help but become interested.

Upon seeing this, Lockhart immediately introduced the spell, its effects and sequelae in detail, and also emphasized that being in the state of the Furious Curse for too long would cause permanent damage to the brain.

From what he said, everyone was helpless at the time and could only wait for the duration of the spell to pass.Only he, the great Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, was concerned about the safety of his students and volunteered to help Jerry with a secret spell he had mastered.

"Ha! Thank you very much for that."

Jerry naturally refused to believe a word of this, but...

"The Violent Curse, everyone thinks so..."

Jerry murmured to himself that only he knew that this was just a skill obtained from the system and had nothing to do with the violent spell.

But how should he explain this to Dumbledore and the others?

Jerry couldn't help but have a headache.

……

To Jerry's surprise, perhaps he felt that Jerry had revealed enough secrets, and the violent curse was nothing at all.Neither Dumbledore nor Snape had any intention of delving into this.

"Let me tell you, if you cast this spell not on yourself but on someone else, no matter how much Dumbledore thinks of you, you will have to go to Azkaban for a while."

As Hermione spoke, she flipped through the tome in her hand without raising her head.

"Magic Lost in the Long River of History (Part [-]) - Demons and Summons" Jerry read the cover of the book word by word, "I said Hermione, when did you become interested in this kind of thing? .”

"It's interesting, isn't it?" Hermione said, "Listen to this ancient spell of demon summoning that can be traced back to the Age of Gods. The famous Magic King Solomon is the master of it. It is said that he had an affair with the Demon King Bei. Lear signed a contract and borrowed the right to use the 72 Demonic Pillars from him, and Solomon also used this to establish an unprecedented great cause...'"

"Well... what's wrong?"

As a writer, Jerry is naturally not unfamiliar with this legend. Many literary works in previous generations have borrowed this setting.

"Any contract with the devil comes at the cost of the contractor's soul. Solomon is the only one who played tricks on the devil and escaped from the fate of being enslaved by the devil. Isn't this very instructive?"

Hermione's eyes seemed to be shining, and Jerry suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Um...Hermione, are you planning to summon a demon?"

"Of course not..." Hermione's eyes flickered, "In fact, if you read this book, you will find that hundreds of years ago, wizards could no longer summon demons at will..."

As the title of the book says, this is magic that has disappeared in the long river of history. Even if Solomon himself came to the present, it would be difficult to summon even the lowest level demon.

谷仁

In the end, Jerry didn't know what the book had to offer.

In the evening, when Jerry left the library and returned to his dormitory, Hermione was still sitting in the chair, looking focused.

"Hermione, the library will be closing soon." Jerry couldn't help but remind him.

"Thank you, but I'm going to sit a little longer."

Hermione smiled, looking tired.

It's not that it's incomprehensible. After the incident on the Quidditch pitch, it was said that Hermione had a big fight with Ron and Harry, and they rarely acted together after that.

Not only that, there seemed to be some kind of conflict between Harry and Ron, and they were no longer as inseparable as before.

After Irene woke up, they found Irene and apologized to each other, and Irene also forgave them, but under the surface reconciliation, a shadow fell deeply between them.

All this gave Jerry a very bad feeling, as if there was a pair of hands behind the scenes, stirring up the situation secretly...

Before leaving, Jerry took a deep look at Hermione.

The candlelight cast a silhouette behind her, and under the dark tide, waves surged...

After Jerry left, Hermione touched the ring on her finger, thinking a lot.

During the summer vacation, she was approached by a strange creature called Kyubey, who told her that after signing a contract with it, she could transform into a magical girl.

As a girl from a Muggle family, Hermione is naturally no stranger to Sailor Moon and so on. It’s not like she has never imagined herself transforming into a handsome magical girl, wearing a beautiful little skirt, traveling around the city, and fighting crime. Punish evil and promote good.

After coming into contact with real magic, I have to say that Hermione was a little disappointed - although she was also a magical girl, it was too different from what she imagined.

I have to say that Hermione was a little secretly happy when she was first approached by Kyubey.But just when they were about to sign the contract, the Pharaoh priest who resided in the ring suddenly reminded her that the "Kewpie" was not as beautiful as she imagined.

Although there was no such creature as Kyubey in her time, it did not prevent her from feeling the infinite malice condensed like black mud from Kyubey.

Hermione was naturally shocked by this. After getting along for a period of time, she and the priestess had developed initial trust. Of course, another important reason was that the ring was given to her by Jerry.

Following the instructions of the priestess, she first deceived Kyubey, and then set up a magic circle.When Kyubey came to find her for the second time, he captured Kyubey in one fell swoop and put him into the ring as nourishment.

After that, the priestess fell into a deep sleep. After arriving at Hogwarts, the priestess suddenly woke up for a while and told Hermione that there were auras of other Kyubeys in Hogwarts.

Through the information she persistently checked during this period, Hermione came to the conclusion: Anyone who rushes to sign a contract with you is not a good person!

Now that she knew there were other Kewpies in Hogwarts, for the safety of other students and to provide nourishment for the priestess, Hermione began her plan to hunt Kewpies!

……

I don't know how deep underground, a huge creature squirmed along the pipe and came to a long, dimly lit room.

There are many stone pillars engraved with coiled snakes in the room, which stand tall and support the ceiling that melts into the darkness above, casting a long and strange black shadow in the room that is filled with green and mysterious light.

This monster was green all over, glowing with the unique bright light of a venomous snake. Its body was as thick as an oak tree trunk and as long as half a football field - it was a huge basilisk.

The basilisk no longer remembers how long it has been here. When it was born, it was placed here by a wizard with a powerful aura.

Many years have passed, and in such a long time, it has only seen three people. The last two people, without exception, have a similar aura to the first person.

The powerful wizard told it that anyone with this kind of aura is its master.

He told it that it would sleep here until its owner woke it up.

When it is hungry, it will follow a secret passage to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where there is countless food.

Today is another full day, and the Basilisk squirms lazily, preparing to return to its nest and fall asleep as usual.

Suddenly, it shook its head and felt something uncomfortable in its throat.

It adjusted a few more positions, and this feeling not only did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

The basilisk opened its mouth and spit out a black thing.

It stared at this thing. Although it didn't know what it was, its intuition told it that this was the culprit that kept it from sleeping!

The basilisk flicked its tail and hit the strange thing hard.Its tail was as strong as steel. Even a stone would be smashed into pieces, but not even a mark could be left on it.

The basilisk felt that it had been provoked. It really wanted to spray a mouthful of venom on it, and a white light suddenly emitted from the black object.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared in front of it.

"Hissssss~ (Stop, Basilikus)"

This voice is very familiar!

The basilisk remembered that it was exactly the same as its last owner.That was 50 years ago, and the boy promised to take it out the next time he came.

After waiting for 50 years, is he finally going to take him out?

Thinking of this, the Basilisk suddenly became excited.

"Hiss~ (I...have been...waiting for you...when...are we...leaving here?)"

Riddle's expression froze, and he didn't know how many times he simulated it before he finally managed to sneak into Hogwarts without arousing anyone's suspicion.

The basilisk was placed here specifically by his ancestors to clean up Hogwarts. To him, it was just a useful killing tool, and he had never thought of taking it out.

But he did make such a promise at that time, and even if it was to make the basilisk obedient, he could not break the promise at will.

"Hissssss~ (I will take you out after I finish taking care of the school affairs.)"

"Hiss~ (I...wait for you.)"

After saying that, the basilisk lay back on the ground and closed its eyes tightly.

Riddle glanced at it contemptuously. It was just a beast and not worth his troubles. The top priority now was to find other contractors.

With the advantage of foresight, you must be the one who wins the chicken in the end.

"Start life simulation!"

[This simulation requires deducting one hundred points of soul power. Do you want to continue? 】

During this period of time, by frantically absorbing the souls of small animals such as rats and cockroaches, Riddle had accumulated a lot of soul power, and he no longer cared about the mere hundred soul power points required for the simulation.

"continue!"