Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Jerry came to the Room of Requirement, and the room was as decorated as ever.

He took out the owl package and opened it, and large, small, and colorful transparent chips scattered out.

The merchant thoughtfully labels each chip, indicating its material.

After several hours of experimentation, Jerry discovered:

Ordinary stained glass is completely useless, and it will be shattered as soon as the spell is applied.

The crystal was slightly better. After withstanding several spells, it only had a few more cracks, but it was still impenetrable.

As for the most expensive fire dragon eyelid membrane, which he had placed high hopes on, the curse passed through it smoothly. Although the power was weakened, it was still within the acceptable range.

No wonder it is said that the eyes are the weak point of the fire dragon. In the face of powerful spells, the organs specially used by this fire dragon to protect the eyes are no different from air.

But on the contrary, it is almost full of physical resistance, and scratching it with a knife will not cause scratches.

Moreover, this thing is very soft and can be easily folded into various shapes.

Apart from being a bit more expensive, it is the perfect magic color converter.

The merchant dyed it different colors according to Jerry's request, and Jerry finally chose blue after trying them all.

The dazzling green light from his wand turned into a rather lovely azure color after passing through the blue filter.

No one would associate it with black magic.

Jerry tied it tightly to the top of his wand and Bagua furnace with magic tape, and tried firing the spell a few more times. Then he put everything away with satisfaction and left the Room of Requirement.

……

Since the weekend was coming soon, there was a relaxing and soothing atmosphere in the Slytherin common room. Students who were not in class lazily leaned on the cushions and chatted away.

Jerry saw Malfoy showing something to Crabbe and Goyle. He walked over and took a look and found that it was a very exquisite wizard's chess piece that he had seen in Diagon Alley before.

Jerry remembered that a set of wizard chess cost twenty galleons. Even with his current wealth, it would be quite painful to buy a set.

Especially when his property was greatly reduced in order to repair the Bagua furnace and purchase experimental props.

Malfoy controlled his fire dragon to burn the opponent's unicorn into pieces, then put down the chess piece in boredom.

Crabbe and Goyle were so incompetent that defeating them was not a sense of achievement at all.

After seeing Jerry walking in, his eyes lit up.

"Want to play a game?" Malfoy invited Crabbe warmly as he pushed aside Crabbe who was sitting opposite.

"Okay." Jerry nodded and eagerly sat down opposite Malfoy.

This thing gave him the feeling of being trapped in a certain Zhanqi game in his previous life.

Although GW's technical level is not as good as that of the Wizard, in terms of the world view, is it not more exciting than the Wizard's chess variant of chess?

Maybe this is another business opportunity?

Jerry moved the chess pieces while thinking.

Ten minutes later, Jerry fell into silence as he looked at the fire dragon showing off its power in his territory.

"Hurry up, it's your turn," Malfoy urged.

Just then, a student whom Jerry didn't know came in and posted a message on the bulletin board.

"I'll go take a look." Jerry stood up and pushed the chess piece aside.

The fire dragon flapped its wings angrily and tried to bite his hand, but he hit him on the head with his backhand, shattering it into stones.

"Ah! My Dragon!" Malfoy ignored Jerry and put the remains of the dragon into the box, watching them squirm and slowly recover, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time Jerry also saw the content on the notice - flying lessons will start on Thursday this week, and he will still be with Gryffindor students.

This immediately caused a heated discussion among the freshmen, and even Malfoy forgot about his fire dragon chess piece.

He began to describe vividly how he escaped a helicopter on a broomstick.

Anyone who knew a little bit about what a helicopter was would not believe his lies. However, since most of the students were pure-blooded Slytherins, he actually attracted a portion of the audience.

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes when I went to Draco's house to play!" Pansy said loudly.

However, this craze is limited to the first grade. The senior students have already experienced the same period, so they just smile and look at this scene, lamenting their lost youth.

Jerry is not very interested in this either. Compared with the flying broomstick, the flying car is more interesting!

Especially in the winter, going out on a broomstick is a torture.

As for Quidditch...the rules alone give people a sense of child's play, especially since it can't end until the snitch is caught——

In many previous World Cups, games lasted for several days, so that players had to take turns to rest.

Is this kind of game really entertaining?Jerry doubted this.

Think about it, after watching the game all day long, you finally fall asleep, only to wake up and find that the stadium is empty and the staff informs you that the game is over. How heart-breaking it is!

……

Until he returned to the dormitory at night, Malfoy was still chattering about his superb driving skills, and even said that as long as Jerry did as he said, he would be able to fly freely in the sky in half a lesson.

Just when Jerry was extremely annoyed, an owl flew in, which made him shut his mouth.

The owl brought a letter, which was sent to him by Ivan, the manager of Flourish and Blotts.

In the letter, Jerry learned that his book seemed to be selling well, and he was ready to print another batch, and the corresponding royalties were deposited into Jerry's treasury——

Before Jerry could be happy for long, Ivan suddenly changed the subject and mentioned a guy named Benson Evans.

Shortly after school started, this man suddenly came to him and said that Jerry asked him to go there.

Along with him was a tall, stupid-looking man.

Jerry had almost forgotten the name, but after hearing such obvious characteristics, he suddenly remembered the two guys who wanted to rob him.

Jerry hadn't heard anything from them since he was scared away. Jerry thought they had gone far away.

Now it seems that they really regard themselves as his subordinates?

However, Jerry's request was for them to prove their worth, so why did they go directly to Manager Flourish and Blotts?

Did they also write a book?

At the end of the letter, Ivan asked Jerry cryptically.

Are there any special arrangements for the two of them?Or just kill it directly?