Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

"First of all, I want to apologize to you," Dumbledore said.

"Due to my personal reasons, when I saw you for the first time and didn't get to know you in depth, I did have some negative opinions."

As he spoke, Dumbledore bowed deeply toward Jerry.

His move really put Jerry off: "Professor, don't do this..."

[Jie Jie Jie, you have successfully conquered Dumbledore with your acting skills. Seeing the embarrassment of the greatest white wizard bowing in front of you, you feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. 】

[Reward: Elementary Performance Proficiency]

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

Jerry glanced at Dumbledore guiltily and found that the other person was staring at him with a burning gaze.

Jerry's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Dumbledore had discovered the system's nonsense.

You know, the old man in front of you can be said to be the strongest Legilimency master in the world today.Few people can keep their secrets from each other.

Thinking of this, Jerry directly activated [Performance Mastery] and [Pretend Mastery].

At the moment when the skill is activated, his consciousness seems to be divided into two parts: the inner and the outer. The inner layer retains his biggest secrets, such as systems, time travel, etc., while the outer layer seems to have truly become the kind and enthusiastic person. A misunderstood child.

Dumbledore stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Don't be nervous, child." He said, "From my observation, you are in good condition now and there is no strange curse on you."

"It turns out they were just checking the curse on me." Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about it, in order to suppress his desire for power, Dumbledore would rather lock himself in Hogwarts and even be bullied by guys like Fudge. So what? May use Legilimency on random people.

I was too deeply poisoned by those fan fictions.

"Then what do you think the reason is?" Jerry asked, he had had enough of this damn scapegoat.

Dumbledore pondered for a while: "For now, I am more inclined to think that this is a coincidence. If you are willing, you can talk about what happened before in detail, and I can give some opinions from the perspective of an old man. "

"Okay... Actually, there's nothing to say. Benson showed off a pair of beautiful shoes to me before, and then his shoes disappeared the next day, so he yelled that I stole his shoes every day... Actually, for those I earned most of the money for my children's Christmas gifts." Jerry looked helpless, "There was also Lily's cat, which barked very loudly for a while. I complained about it during dinner. That cat was hung on the railing at the door that day. And..."

Dumbledore's expression gradually turned serious from a smile at the beginning.

From the boy's narration, it seemed that as long as someone had a dispute with him, he would immediately be in bad luck.

But the young man himself either did not have the time to commit the crime or had no motive for the crime. It seemed that it was all a coincidence.

It was hard for Dumbledore to believe that there were so many coincidences existing at the same time in the world, so the boy was either lying, or he was really a once-in-a-century broom star and an unlucky guy!

Thinking like this, Dumbledore looked at the young man carefully - if he was willing, there were many ways to find out the truth, but the lessons learned from the past made him unwilling to use these methods rashly.

The boy's pupils were as black as his hair color, deep and clear.

The clothes on his body were clean and tidy, but they had many patches.

The room was a bit messy, but at a glance, there was basically nothing messy to be found.

This reminded him of another student of his - obviously born in the same place, one lived a minimalist life like an ascetic monk, but the other was like a hamster, wanting everything to go to his room.

"It sounds quite bizarre," said Dumbledore.

"Do you have any clues?" Jerry asked hopefully.

"There are some speculations, which may not be correct." Dumbledore said, changing the subject.

"If it's just this, then you don't have to worry. At least at Hogwarts, no one can do anything to a student just because of suspicion, including me."

Jerry believed this. After all, even Malfoy, who really wanted to kill him, could choose to forgive.

But please elaborate on your 'guessing' first!

The old man and the boy stared at each other, and the room fell into silence.

After a while, Dumbledore seemed to suddenly remember something: "I forgot to mention just now that the Ministry of Magic, the official agency in the wizarding world, will continue to pay attention to those young wizards who have not received correct guidance until the magic in their bodies calms down. "

"..."

Such an important thing should be said from the beginning!

"So, can you tell me your choice?"

"Okay." Jerry let out a long breath, "I think I should call you Mr. Principal from now on."

"I prefer the title Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore stood up with a smile: "I was supposed to take you to Diagon Alley to buy wands and magic books, but I have some things to deal with today. Are you free tomorrow, Jerry?"

Jerry stretched out his hand and shook it gently: "I'm always here, Professor."

……

When Dumbledore came out of the orphanage, it was already noon.

With the scorching sun above his head, the old man turned a few corners and finally walked into an alley.

After taking a few steps forward, a high wall and several mottled trash cans appeared in front of me.

This is a dead end.

"Miss hiding over there, what do you want from me?"

Dumbledore suddenly spoke. This scene was quite strange, as if he was speaking to the air.

After a while, a figure slowly moved out from behind the wall.

It was a pretty cute little girl with long white hair and red pupils.

Suddenly her whereabouts were revealed, she looked a little flustered, and put her hands behind her back.

"Are you also a child in the orphanage?" Dumbledore asked gently.

The girl nodded.

"Why are you following me?"

After a moment of silence, the girl spoke, her voice a little hoarse: "You want to take Jerry away?"

"He's going to school with us." Dumbledore corrected, "He'll be back during the summer vacation and Christmas."

"Can I go too?"

Looking at the girl's expectant eyes, Dumbledore was a little embarrassed, but also a little relieved - it seemed that Jerry was not as scary as he said...

"How old are you now?"

"10 is old."

"Next year, if you hear from us next year..."

Dumbledore used a euphemism instead.

He didn't find even a little bit of magic in the girl in front of him, which meant that she basically had no chance of Hogwarts - unless there was a magic riot within the next year.

The probability can be so small that it can be ignored.

"But...but..." the girl's voice suddenly became urgent, "Jerry...Jerry is a bad boy. He stole Benson's shoes and hung Lily's cat..."

After saying a lot in one breath, the girl came to a conclusion.

"He's going to make a mess of your school!"

"Can you tell me your name?" Dumbledore looked at the girl in front of him through his half-moon glasses and asked suddenly.

"Eileen, Irene Diana."

"So Miss Diana," said Dumbledore, "can you tell me why you did those bad things?"