Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

The two left directly. What he didn't notice was that behind him, Woods' eyes returned to focus again. It was obvious that the confused look just now was just an act.

This also made him completely believe what the old man in the dream said. The prosperous surface was just a disguise, and the human world had long become a paradise for lizards and other aliens.

Those monsters can kill and eat people with impunity, and they even raise a group of humans with supernatural powers as lackeys.

He couldn't help clenching his fists.

Even if the gap between the two is like a chasm, and even if he is the enemy of the entire world, he must let those guys understand that human beings have never lost their courage and dignity!

At night, he entered dreamland again and saw the old man.

"You really think about it?"

"I've thought about it!" Woods knelt down on one knee, "Please give me the power to protect mankind!"

"I want to remind you once again that after you get this power, you will no longer be a mortal. Despair, fear and confusion will follow you for life."

"Yes, no matter what difficulties I face in the future, my heart will be as clear as a mirror and I will remain determined!"

"Okay! Put on that necklace! I will give you the seed of power in the name of Zeus!"

Woods carefully took out the necklace and found that it had turned into a platinum-like color.

As soon as he put the necklace on his neck, he felt as if a burst of electricity ran through his body, and at the same time, a lot of knowledge came to his mind.

"I see……"

Woods savored the knowledge and murmured to himself.

Suddenly, he pulled out his pistol and shot into the palm of his hand. The bullet seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall of air and suspended in mid-air. The sparks caused by friction when the bullet rotated at high speed could even be seen in the air.

As the kinetic energy provided by the gunpowder disappears, the bullet falls limply to the ground.

Woods waved his hand again, and a bolt of lightning flashed, shattering a glass on the table.

He stared at his hands as if in a dream.

"I've never felt so good..."

……

Hogwarts.

The basilisk was dead, and naturally there were no more attacks in the school. People seemed to finally be tired of the endless discussions about the secret room, and were looking forward to the upcoming Christmas.

The autumn finals of the Hogwarts Magic Cards Hogsmeade Division will be held in Hogsmeade this Christmas.

The venue for the competition is set at the Three Broomsticks Bar. The proprietress, Ms. Rosmerta, has specially renovated the bar for this purpose. Not only has a special competition area and viewing area been set up, but many unique elements of the game have also been added.

Therefore, when the second Tuesday in December came, Professor McGonagall came over as usual to collect the list of students staying at school for Christmas, and found that many students had signed it.

Harry, who originally thought he would stay at school, uncharacteristically did not.

This abnormal behavior naturally attracted the attention of Professor McGonagall.

She had also heard about the abuse of the child by the Dursleys who adopted Harry. Unless Harry had a masochistic constitution, he would never want to return to that "home" again.

Professor McGonagall specially came to Harry and asked him if he was going anywhere this Christmas, but Harry's answer was beyond her expectation.

"I accepted Malfoy's invitation to be a guest at his home."

"Malfoy -" Professor McGonagall opened her mouth wide. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix who had been active in the resistance against the Dark Lord, Professor McGonagall naturally knew the details of that family - they could be said to be loyal followers of the Dark Lord.

Now they actually invited Harry, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, to their home. Professor McGonagall's first reaction was that they had no good intentions!

But then I thought about it, the Dark Lord has been dead for so long, and what happened back then has long been over.

No matter how crazy they were, they wouldn't want to get rid of Harry so blatantly, right?

Of course, she didn't express these thoughts.

She didn't want to speak ill of another student in front of her own students.

So after being speechless for a long time, he only gave a vague reminder: "Pay attention to safety."

But he made up his mind to report this matter to Dumbledore.

……

Harry and Malfoy's relationship was naturally not good enough to invite each other to their homes.

They just agreed to decide a winner this Christmas holiday.

The fact that they were almost benefited by the basilisk fisherman in the last battle on the astronomical floor put a lot of pressure on them.

Especially after knowing that the owner of the basilisk is probably the heir of Slytherin who opened the Chamber of Secrets, this pressure becomes even greater.

What's even more frightening is that they have all been exposed, and the heir of Slytherin is still hiding behind the scenes.

Thinking that the other party might send out a little basilisk at any time and kill them on the bed in the dormitory, several people felt shuddering and had to open one eye even to sleep.

The circles under my eyes have become a lot darker these days.

Especially with the arrival of the Hogwarts Magic Card Finals, as a seed player in the Hogsmeade division, Ron, whose time is filled with various exercises, is the first to lose his composure.

His wish at the time was to become as eye-catching as Harry or Jerry.

For this reason, he signed a contract with Kyubey and gained power.

But later he discovered that he didn’t need strong power to become eye-catching——

As the president of the Hogwarts Magic Cards Club, always in the top five on the ladder list, Ron can be said to have been quite comfortable during this period, and there are many seniors and juniors who are making secret glances at him in order to gain points.

This made his thirst for power suddenly much smaller, and he didn't want to lose his current peaceful life for this power.

Even if you lose and lose your memory, it's not a big deal.

If you lose to Harry, you will only lose your memory. If you lose to the heir of Slytherin, you may not be able to save your life.

With Ron thinking this way, he asked Harry and Malfoy to decide the winner at Christmas so as not to affect his competition.

Harry and Malfoy naturally would not refuse. Their reasons for becoming stronger were not as trivial as Ron's.

Now that Ron has lost his fighting spirit, they won't mind taking this power into their hands.

The initial location chosen for the decisive battle was Hogsmeade, but with the recent influx of more and more tourists, the risk of exposure has increased exponentially.

At this time, Malfoy mentioned that his family had a holiday castle in Scotland. Very few people usually went there, and the surroundings were secluded enough.

In the past, Harry would have suspected Malfoy of some conspiracy, but having gained new power under Lockhart's stimulation some time ago, he was confident that even if he was besieged by a group of fire dragons, he could escape with that power.

So I agreed without hesitation.

Although Ron had some doubts about this, he didn't care about victory or defeat, so he agreed.

……

Over the weekend, Jerry returned to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade.

During this period of time, he had been busy preparing for the game and had to deal with Rosmerta's shotacon, which made him feel a little exhausted.

Although he was not in his third year yet, Dumbledore seemed to have said something to the professors. Even if they saw Jerry in Hogsmeade, they wouldn't say much more.

Some kind ones, like Professor Flitwick, would even buy Jerry a drink.

Professor Flitwick once won the British Duel Championship when he was young, and he did not fall behind in card duels.

With the legendary wizard deck in hand, he successfully reached the top ten on the ladder list and won a seat in the finals.

It is said that he is also the instructor of the Hogwarts Magic Card Club in the school.

This time I am gearing up to achieve a good result in the regional finals so that I can win a ticket to the world championships.

After such a duel enthusiast met Jerry, the founder, he naturally wanted to have a game with him.

Unfortunately, the duel area in the bar that provided free decks was always full, and Jerry easily got rid of him with the excuse that he didn't bring a deck.

This also gave Jerry a sigh of relief.

With the booming development of Hogwarts Magic Cards, the game understanding of the top bosses at the top of the ladder has long surpassed that of the founder.

Just like game designers are not necessarily better than professional players, although Jerry thinks he has worked very hard, he is still just a diamond segment that is about to be buried.

If you meet a top king like Flitwick, you won't be beaten.

It is worth mentioning that after seeing the busy scene of the Three Broomsticks Bar, the merchants who had rejected Jerry before came to visit him again.

With a shy face, I wanted to ask for a supplier's location.

Although he was very dissatisfied with their previous attitude of underestimating him, who could refuse the clanging golden galleons?

After giving them a hard blow, Jerry re-included them as suppliers with the stroke of a pen.

Of course, the exclusive preferential treatment is no longer available.

They can only rely on product quality to compete honestly with other suppliers.

They are quite confident about this, and have launched various Hogwarts Magic Card-themed candies or prank props.

For example, the blue-eyed white dragon headgear that can make a realistic dragon roar, the chocolate beans that look like chestnut balls...

When Jerry came back this time, he brought a bag full of candy, ready to give to Irene and Malfoy.

As he walked through the foyer, he saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading from a piece of parchment that had just been stapled up.

Daphne looked excited and called Jerry over.

"They are going to open a dueling club!" Daphne said. "Tonight is the first gathering. It is said that the winner of each grade will receive a special prize prepared by Professor Dumbledore!"

"Professor Dumbledore?" Jerry read the notice suspiciously, "The first gathering of the Duel Club will start at eight o'clock on Sunday night... There will also be mysterious guests participating and special prizes!"

There is also a black silhouette drawn under the notice. Although he is not named, you can see the long, flowing beard and a glimpse of Dumbledore.

Jerry now became interested.

Although it is clear that this is probably Lockhart's stunt, there is even a one in ten thousand chance...

Jerry looked around and asked, "Where's Erin?"

Daphne frowned. Like the other girls, she was very disgusted with this little girl who exuded a charming aura.

But since the last time Jerry publicly spoke up for her, no one dared to show this in front of him.

"Maybe in the dormitory!" Daphne said reluctantly, "Astoria said that she has always been mysterious and hiding from other people."

Jerry sighed.

Of course he knew how others treated Erin.

In fact, after seeing that scene last time, even he himself had doubts about it.

When he wanted to talk to her, he would either act cute and vague, or she would stare at him pitifully until he couldn't stand it anymore.

The two had grown up together, so she knew how to deal with his older brother.

Jerry was beginning to consider whether to ask the almighty Miss Hermione to investigate this matter.

However, she seems to be quite busy recently, and rarely sees anyone except the library.

Thinking of these troubles, Jerry decisively changed the subject.

"Shall we go to the auditorium to see it?"

Daphne naturally would not refuse.

So at eight o'clock in the evening, they hurried back to the auditorium. The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared on the wall opposite the door, illuminated by hundreds of candles and shining brightly.

Almost all the students in the school came, holding wands in their hands and looking excited.

"They all said that Professor Dumbledore has not personally taken action in decades. I told my father about this and he wished he could come over in person -"

The students loudly discussed Dumbledore's achievements and legends when he was young, until an eye-catching figure walked onto the stage.

It was Gilderoy Lockhart, resplendent in purple robes, and beside him was Snape, who looked like a big bat in black.

The discussion stopped abruptly.

"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

someone shouted.

Lockhart listened and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, of course, Professor Dumbledore was planning to come in person at first, but I stopped him. In my opinion-"

His eyes swept over everyone, pausing for a moment on Jerry and Harry: "Except for a few people, with your current strength and knowledge, you cannot understand magic that is too advanced. I think there are Professor Snape and I are sufficient to guide you."

Snape made an impatient sound, but didn't seem to object to this statement.

The students let out a wailing cry of disappointment. Lockhart seemed to have thought of this a long time ago and said confidently: "Now let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He told me that he himself has little experience in dueling." I know a thing or two, and I am very willing to help me give a small demonstration before the formal class. I don’t want to let you little guys worry-"

Lockhart's lips opened wide, revealing eight teeth: "After I've finished demonstrating with him, I will return your Potions Master to you intact, don't be afraid!"

A public duel between two professors!

The students were immediately interested - many students who had attended Hogwarts for seven years had never seen such a scene.

Harry stood in the audience with a complicated expression.

He wasn't sure who he wanted to win.