Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

According to Dumbledore, as the power of subspace re-covers this land, more and more people will awaken their magic and become wizards.

"Aura recovery."

This word came to Jerry's mind inexplicably.

After hesitating for a while, Jerry still didn't tell Reimu what he did to resurrect Morissa. He just said that Reimu used some kind of magic and died together with Kyubey.

"Is that so..."

Dumbledore was filled with emotion when he heard this.

Kyubey was already a big trouble, but Riddle made it hundreds or thousands of times bigger.

The death of Hakurei Miko was beyond his expectation, and he had a headache as to how to explain it to the Ministry of Magic in Japan.

After telling Jerry to take a good rest, Dumbledore left the ward.

Jerry lay alone on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

The death of a familiar person in front of him made him realize for the first time that life is such a fragile thing.

The eyes of the gods have returned to this world. Voldemort is secretly planning his resurrection. In the future, there will be more victims. Will there be anyone he cares about among them?

If, if he could become stronger, could these tragedies be avoided?

For the first time, Jerry felt a sense of urgency.

"System, where?"

【I'm here, dear. 】

"Give me some skills. It doesn't have to be too strong. Just beat Dumbledore."

【…】

[As the Lord of the Abyss, the Lord of Fear, the Lord of Death... you are destined to become the ruler of this world.No need to rush. 】

"Haha, if I were the Lord of Death, it should be easy to bring Morissa and Reimu back to life, right?"

【…】

Jerry was heartbroken: "It's just bragging. It's really not good to take it seriously, Tong Bao."

【…】

Seeing that the system had no intention of giving him new skills, Jerry curled his lips and lay back on the bed.

……

Except for a few people, no one seems to notice that the world is like a wild horse running wildly in the other direction.

A mansion in Sutton.

Since he almost unified the underground forces in London, Bald John bought this manor. The original owner of the manor was a baron. Due to a huge loss in the futures market, he had to put his ancestral manor up for sale.

What pleased John the most was that the manor was quite large, with mountains and rivers, and it was in a remote location. Even if he did something inside, it would not attract the attention of others.

On this day, John sat cross-legged in the secret room, holding his breath and feeling the "magic" in the dark.

Due to his outstanding performance during this period, Lord Ivan of the Dark Council taught him this meditation practice method.

Since acquiring this practice method, John has neglected his favorite exercise every night and devoted himself entirely to meditation.

It's a pity that a month has passed and he still hasn't felt the sudden warmth in his lower abdomen that Master Ivan said.

"Where is the problem?"

Half an hour later, Ivan opened his eyes and murmured to himself.

Seeing that he was only one step away from the extraordinary, but still unable to get in, this made John extremely irritable.

"Meditate for another week. If it still doesn't work, you can only ask Lord Ivan for advice."

John sighed, encouraged himself, closed his eyes again, and fell into meditation.

Gradually, his breathing became calmer, until it was as thin as a gossamer, as if there was nothing at all.

The moment he stopped breathing, a wave of heat rose from his lower abdomen.

John felt happy, and at the moment when his emotions aroused, the heat disappeared instantly.

John opened his eyes, his eyes filled with uncontrollable regret and ecstasy.

Happily, my efforts over the past month have finally paid off.

Unfortunately, my practice was still insufficient, and this meditation still ended in failure.

With this experience, John soon entered into his second meditation.

Not long after, the heat reappeared.

This time, John's heart felt calm, and he carefully guided the heat flow around his body and finally returned to his lower abdomen.

At this moment, John felt as if his lower abdomen was filled with something, and he wanted to find a place to vent it immediately.

John opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes flashing with light, making people afraid to look directly.

As soon as he waved his hand, the vase on the table floated precariously in the air.

Seeing this, John felt happy and was about to control the vase to fly into his hands.

However, the vase only swung slightly before falling back onto the table, making a jingling sound.

John is not discouraged. In fact, being able to master extraordinary power without the help of those magical props is something he has never dared to dream of.

As long as he keeps practicing, John firmly believes that one day he will reach the level of Master Ivan.

Maybe I can become a member of parliament by then.

……

Hogwarts.

Of the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who came this year, one turned out to be a fool and the other’s whereabouts are unknown.

Even a well-connected wizard like Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a little bit of trouble——

I can't find anyone else to take over.

Can other teachers be substituted for the remaining months of the school year? What happens after that?

Dumbledore also tried to find some old friends, but when they heard that he was invited to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he immediately got up to see them off.

Do you want to take charge of it yourself?

Dumbledore was also murmuring in his heart.

Will the power of the curse become stronger again?Why do you feel so evil?

Dumbledore's troubles aside, the other students at Hogwarts still don't know the news of Reimu's death. They only know that Reimu "left" Hogwarts for something.

Most people are genuinely happy about this.

The damn "special training" can finally be cancelled!

Hermione guessed something, but there were more things to worry about.

First of all, the priest in the ring was missing. Although the ring was still on her hand, no matter how she called the priest, she got no response.

The future mentioned by Riddle also concerned her——

She, Hermione Granger, actually became the third Dark Lord and killed Dumbledore.

This is too ridiculous...

and many more!

Think carefully about everything she has done since entering school...

Isn't starting a learning mutual aid group just building your own power?

Afraid of Jerry's superb spell-casting ability, he had to learn some forbidden magic secretly...

Ah, this... is exactly the same as what the previous two Dark Lords did!

From the perspective of a bystander, Hermione is more like the "Dark Lord" than the salty Jerry!

Hermione was confused.

She recalled what Riddle had said. Two years later, she and Jerry resigned and became his girlfriend, secretly annexing his power, and finally kicking him away...

Hermione facepalmed.

Isn’t this a complete bad woman?

Could it be a script about a dragon-slaying warrior turning into a dragon?

This is the only possibility Hermione can think of -

As Jerry's ambition gradually began to be exposed, he was no match for him and had to surrender to him.

Relying on the other party's trust in her, she weakened the other party's power bit by bit. In the process, she herself was corrupted by the huge power, and replaced Jerry as the third generation Dark Lord...

"Hey, Hermione!"

A voice rang in her ears, and Hermione was startled. When she looked up, she saw that familiar face.

"I won't give in!"

The thoughts just now flooded into her mind, and the girl shouted with a red face.

"What the hell?"

Jerry looked at her confused.

"Ahem...what's the matter?"

Noticing her gaffe, Hermione coughed twice and pretended to be calm.

Jerry looked at the girl in front of him. Hermione in the original book was smart, kind, and brave... all the beautiful adjectives could be used to describe her.

But in Riddle's mouth, he heard a completely different Hermione.

Even if I, as a time traveler, lightly flap the wings of a butterfly, it shouldn't cause such a huge change, right?

Even the character has completely changed!

Jerry looked around and whispered: "Gou Li's country..."

"..."

"Odd changes and even remains unchanged..."

"..."

"iphone..."

"..."

Finally, Hermione became impatient: "What are you talking about!"

"Nothing..." Jerry sneered.

The possibility that Hermione is a time traveler can basically be ruled out - at least not her fellow countryman.

"You continue to be busy, I'm leaving first..."

"and many more!"

Jerry stopped in confusion and looked over.

"..."

Hermione felt regretful.

She just felt a little unhappy at the other party's tone just now.

She looked so cautious and didn't want to have anything to do with her at all. She really regarded her as the future Dark Lord, a bad woman who cheated on her feelings!

Thinking of this, Hermione felt angry and sad at the same time, and she stopped the other person as soon as her brain got hot.

But when Jerry looked towards her in confusion, Hermione was at a loss for words again. It took her a long time before she finally managed to say: "Don't get me wrong, I won't be your girlfriend."

"Ah...thank you?"

"...get out of here!"

"As ordered!"

Seeing that Jerry left without looking back, Hermione let out a contemptuous laugh from her nose. This was what she originally thought, but for some reason, her nose felt sour and she just let out a laugh. A sob similar to a cry.

Hermione stared blankly at a magic book in front of her, which was about transfiguration. Hermione stared at the title page for a long time.

I know every word, but why do they become unfamiliar when combined together?

"Jerry, what does this sentence mean..."

There was silence all around.

Ah yes.

After knowing such a tragic future, how could he still hang out with a bad woman like me?

It's human nature to avoid people.

But why do I feel so sad?

Hermione, Hermione.

When you approached him in the first place, didn't you just want to keep an eye on him and prevent him from becoming the Dark Lord?

Now that you know that he will not become the Dark Lord in the future, but will become a warrior who fights the Dark Lord to the end, you should be happy!

But why, the tears can't stop falling?

The boy who quarreled with you every day, the boy who made you happy and worried, the boy who shared secrets with you, the boy who risked everything to save you...

There won't be any more in the future, right?

Hermione finally realized what a precious thing she had thrown away.

But she deserves it all.

Approaching with ulterior motives can only lead to a lonely ending.

"I, who have always regarded others as the Dark Lord on guard, have become the Dark Lord in the eyes of others!"

What an ironic story.

Having her own way is Hermione Granger's sin of arrogance.

……

With a clatter, a stack of books was thrown next to Hermione.

Hermione turned her head, then froze.

"You...why are you here..."

She hurriedly hid her face behind the book, not wanting the other party to see her red eyes.

Jerry was happy: "What else could I do if I didn't come to the library to read?"

"Ahem...I mean, why are you coming to see me? Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you and kick you away?"

Jerry suddenly realized: "You don't believe Riddle's nonsense, do you? That's Voldemort! He can predict the future and so on. It's better to come to him than to me."

"Then tell me about my future." The girl glanced at Jerry quietly, then quickly turned away.

"Well... you will become a very great person in the future. You will marry Ron, become the Minister of Magic, and issue several decrees that will affect the entire magical world..."

Hermione's attention was focused on the first half.

"Ron? Ron Weasley? Me marrying him?!"

Hermione's face turned red with anger, she felt insulted.

How could I possibly like that careless guy!

Jerry chuckled: "You can't even accept marrying Ron. How could you accept the fate of becoming the Dark Lord so easily?"

"This...this is different..."

Hermione was speechless. She couldn't say that she had really thought about becoming Jerry's girlfriend, right?

The girl was a little unconvinced and said, "What about you? How can you be so sure that I won't become the Dark Lord?"

"Because I know Hermione."

"what?"

"Because I know Hermione is a kind girl." The boy's expression was serious, and Hermione suddenly felt her face heat up.

"In order to learn from other students in the mutual aid group, Hermione would stay up late to sort out her notes. When a friend was in danger, she would risk her own life to help him, and..."

He, he, he...how did he say these embarrassing words so bluntly!

Hermione's earlobes turned a lovely shade of pink.

"But it's also possible that I'm pretending to be in order to form my own power..."

Jerry shook his finger: "There is a saying that 'discussing matters does not matter'. Everyone has some bad thoughts to some extent. Are there no good people in this world?"

"I only believe in the Hermione I saw with my own eyes, not in fake things like prophecies!"

Was that what he thought?

Hermione felt suddenly ashamed.

Why do I refuse to believe in the living people in front of me, and instead I am confused by the so-called "darkness" and "prophecy".

"I understand...thank you."

"If you really want to thank me, lend me your homework to copy."

"Do it for me!"