Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

After casting two petrifying spells on the werewolf lying on the ground, Jerry took Hermione's hand and turned around to run away.

Sure enough, after a moment, the werewolf recovered, let out an angry roar, immediately forgot about the girls behind the door, and pounced towards Jerry.

Hermione was a little confused. She didn't know why Jerry's spell was much weaker. She saw Jerry take out two candies from his pocket. With a touch of his wand, the candies turned into two huge golems.

The golem opened his hands and hugged the werewolf tightly.

The werewolf struggled desperately, biting everywhere on the golem. Jerry stopped far away and calmly repaired the bitten parts of the golem.

After seeing that the werewolf was under control, Hermione also reached out and cast the Disillusionment Curse on herself and Jerry——

Twenty years later, I have become the most valuable wanted criminal in the world. If I don't learn some concealment methods, it will be difficult to move forward.

Therefore, Hermione has been studying the magic of Disillusionment Curse for a while, and her attainments in it have also improved by leaps and bounds.

At least, the werewolf was completely hidden for now.

He bit the golem for a while, and when he saw that the two hateful children suddenly disappeared, his anger grew stronger.

Suddenly, he swung his elbow fiercely, smashing the head of the demon on the left to pieces. The huge force caused the demon to let go of its hand and stagger back a few steps.

Taking this opportunity, the werewolf pounced on the golem on the right, tearing it into pieces in two or two strokes.

He searched around like crazy for a while, but when he saw that he couldn't find the two people, the werewolf reluctantly turned back three times and walked downstairs - where he smelled the delicious smell of flesh.

At this moment, Jerry jumped out suddenly and cast two obstacle spells on the werewolf.

The werewolf was immediately attracted attention, turned around and rushed towards Jerry...

In this way, Jerry and Hermione flew kites all the way to lure the werewolf to an uninhabited place.

Then, the black dog that Sirius transformed into rushed up.

Jerry and Hermione hid aside and watched Sirius fight with the werewolf all the way to the eighth floor.

After the big black dog walked back and forth in the corridor three times, a door suddenly appeared on the wall.

It pressed the door handle with its paw and rolled in with the werewolf.

Only then did Hermione realize how she had seen these two guys in the Room of Requirement.

"This is definitely no ordinary dog," Hermione whispered.

At this time, they had entered the Room of Requirement, following a wolf and a dog.

Inside, they saw another Hermione sneaking into a cupboard.

"We must not be seen." Hermione whispered, "There are many outstanding wizards who have unintentionally killed their future or past selves..."

This is also something Professor McGonagall emphasized repeatedly when handing them the Time Turner -

Everything you do with the Time Turner is part of the past.

So they watched the other Hermione being discovered and fighting the werewolf... When he saw the pistol suddenly appearing in Hermione's hand, Jerry gave her a strange look.

It is said that the troll guards formed by Ivan and the others hold Muggle firearms.

The gun in Hermione's hand is undoubtedly much more powerful than the weapons of Muggles, and it also has a strong aura of magic.

Maybe I can consult Bo Jin Bock and the others. Could it be that the prototype of magic technology has appeared now?

However, just before Hermione was about to kill the werewolf, she was severely knocked away by the black dog. The beam missed and shot a bottomless hole in the ground.

Then, a beam of moonlight poured into the werewolf's head, and the werewolf's entire appearance changed.

Only then did Jerry realize why the werewolf he saw had turned into red hair.

Seeing how powerful this werewolf was, Jerry's palms couldn't help but sweat. Although he knew Hermione was fine, the size difference between the two still made people nervous.

The next moment, the werewolf rushed towards Hermione fiercely, held down Hermione, stood there steadily, and bit into Hermione's neck with a huge wolf kiss.

Hermione almost screamed in her mind.

In her memory, the werewolf's center of gravity was obviously unstable when it rushed over, and it fell into the big hole behind her together with her.

But look at him now, where does he look unstable!

Thinking of Jerry's actions just now, Hermione suddenly had an idea.

"There are many obstacles."

She whispered, and pointed the wand at the werewolf's feet. The next moment, the werewolf stumbled and fell into the big hole with Hermione.

Soon, the black dog jumped in too.

Jerry and Hermione lifted the Disillusionment Curse, their hearts still agitated by the dangerous situation just now.

"It's time for us to go to the Slytherin common room."

After a moment of silence, Hermione said.

Jerry nodded. Although he still had doubts about Hermione knowing about the Room of Requirement and the pistol, now was not the time to ask questions. Fudge was about to come and take Lupin away.

Jerry divided some of the large bottle of polyjuice potion into a small cup, and then put Dumbledore's hair into the cup. In an instant, the potion made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, foaming vigorously. Seconds later, it turned into a brilliant golden color.

Jerry pulled off a few strands of his hair and handed them to Hermione. After seeing Hermione put them away carefully, he took a deep breath, picked up the cup and drank it all!

The color of Dumbledore looks beautiful, but it gives people a burning feeling in the mouth, as if what he just drank was a whole cup of blazing fire.

The next moment, his internal organs began to tumble, as if he had just swallowed several live snakes.

Immediately afterwards, the burning sensation spread from the throat to the stomach, and then quickly spread throughout the body, reaching to the fingers and toes.

Then there was a terrible melting feeling, as if the skin all over his body was bubbling like hot wax. He watched helplessly as his field of vision became higher and higher, and the skin on his hands began to dry up, like The dried orange peel drooped.

There was a stinging feeling on his forehead, and his long hair spread behind him until it reached his waist.At the same time, his chin began to itch, and long, fluffy beards rushed out, like a broken bird's nest...

Things came suddenly and went away quickly. All of a sudden, everything stopped.Jerry felt as if his body had been stuffed into a bucket, and his clothes were tightening around him like iron hoops.

He hurriedly pointed the wand at himself, and the clothes automatically grew larger and turned white. He then turned a torn book in the room into a purple cloak and draped it behind him.

Hermione walked around him a few times, marveling at the effects of the potion.

"Exactly like the principal - by the way, there is one more thing missing."

Hermione conjured up a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses and handed them to Jerry. Jerry took them and put them on directly - Hermione had prepared a pair of flat mirrors for him, which did not affect his vision much.

"It's all right now."

Jerry carefully opened the door to the Room of Requirement. There was no one outside. Everyone must have been gathered in the auditorium.

He tried his best to put on the same calm and kind smile as Dumbledore himself, and walked all the way to the Slytherin common room.

"...We will give him a fair sentence."

Fudge's high-pitched voice came from behind the door.

Jerry took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in.

"I have no problem with the way you handled it, Connelly..."

……

He and Fudge came to the Ministry of Magic via Floo. After the green flames disappeared, Jerry found himself in a splendid hall with dark wooden floors that had been polished brightly.The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden characters, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The four walls were inlaid with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the wooden boards. He and Fudge got out of one of the fireplaces.

After seeing Fudge, a group of people gathered around and greeted them.

Fudge waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of the way, please. There is a dangerous prisoner behind you... a dark wizard? A Death Eater? No, no, he is a werewolf."

The term "werewolf" seemed to have some kind of magic power, and the guys who surrounded him immediately hid far away.

There was only one guy who didn't care about life and death, still hanging around Jerry and Fudge, chattering incessantly.

"Mr. Minister, regarding your last kidnapping..."

"Shut up!" Fudge's face was ashen. This was not easy. In Jerry's impression, the Minister of Magic in front of him had always maintained an amiable persona. He had never seen him so angry before.

"I told you, that was not a hijacking, but a friendly visit!"

He waved his hand like a pest and drove the female reporter aside.

The female reporter wasn't angry at all, she just got on Dumbledore's side.

"Long time no see, Albus." She greeted Jerry eagerly.

Jerry narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her.

The witch in front of her was wearing a magenta robe, and her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, and strangely large curls. It looked particularly awkward when paired with her big-chin face.

She wore a pair of glasses encrusted with jewels, clutched a crocodile leather handbag with her fat fingers, and her fingernails were two inches long and painted bright red.

Such a distinctive woman reminded Jerry of a character in the original novel.

Rita Skeeter.

A clown who likes to impress people.

As long as there is enough breaking news, even Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic would dare to arrange it.

But if we want to say that she is not afraid of power, it is because she did not dare to say a bad word about Voldemort after he came to power.

It can only be said that he understands the truth that "good people deserve to be pointed at guns."

Being stared at by Dumbledore, Rita suddenly felt a chill all over her body, as if she was being targeted by something dangerous.

This is a powerful intuition brought to her by her years as a journalist.

She is still alive and kicking today, thanks to this intuition, otherwise she would have been killed by her enemies long ago.

"Is Dumbledore going to be harmful to me?" Rita couldn't help but think wildly.

You know, in the previous reports about Dumbledore, she didn't write a few good words.

What an antique from a backward era, a crazy old man...

Dumbledore hadn't cared much about her before, which made her get more and more aggressive.

Ask yourself, if someone arranged her in this way, it would be strange if she didn't dig out all the dirty information about his eighteen generations of ancestors.

Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that Dumbledore killed her in front of everyone.

Thinking of this, Rita felt a little guilty for no reason.

You can’t even catch a sheep with wool!

Relying on Dumbledore's good temper and saying bad things about him every day, wouldn't it be a big loss if an honest person got angry and tried to kill her even if he tried to get into Azkaban...

Moreover, was Azkaban really some kind of inescapable prison for Dumbledore?

Even Sirius can run out of there...

Rita immediately decided secretly in her heart that she would put in a few good words for Dumbledore for the next few reports and see which way the wind blows.

What Jerry didn't expect was that just by looking at Rita a few more times out of curiosity, he would cause her to figure out so many things.After Dumbledore returned from Greece, he was shocked to find that the newspapers were praising him, as if the several Greek smuggling organizations he solved were related to the peace of the entire European wizarding world, and he was hailed as the guardian of the European wizarding community. …

The last time he enjoyed this treatment was after he killed Grindelwald in a duel!

Putting aside these afterwords for now, after making up her mind, Rita immediately gave Jerry a flattering smile.

"Albus, do you have a moment? Maybe we can talk."

"He's not free," Fudge said gruffly, "Albus came to the Ministry of Magic this time for very important matters."

Jerry didn't mind chatting with Rita, since he wasn't using his own identity now anyway.

What he was more curious about was, did Rita really dare to talk nonsense with her fully automatic quill in front of Dumbledore?

But Fudge said so, and Jerry could only shrug at Rita regretfully.

"Just a few minutes, Minister, just a few minor questions."

Fudge snorted and fell silent.

In fact, he was well aware of the nature of the woman in front of him, and the Ministry of Magic had suffered a lot from her before.

He wished she could smear Dumbledore more.

And now that the werewolf has not been brought, there is nothing much to do standing here.

Thinking of this, Fudge simply folded his hands and looked over jokingly.

But the next moment, Rita's first question made him a little nervous.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I heard that Minister Fudge once again encountered unsolvable troubles and had to ask you to take action. Since he became the Minister of Magic, this is not the first time you have dealt with him. May I ask your opinion? What do you want to say here?"

Jerry glanced at Rita in surprise, who was taking out a roll of parchment, with automatic quills flying on it.

Jerry could only vaguely see a few sentences.

"...When our conversation turned to the current Minister of Magic, Dumbledore's old face showed a look of disappointment."

"...'You just stay here to comfort people and don't move around. I will go to Greece to solve the matter for you.' Looking at the old man's hunched back, the minister couldn't help but burst into tears..."