Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

There are only a few forms of entertainment in the wizarding world now, such as Quidditch, wizard chess...

Winning players from these old games is not an easy task, but what if Dumbledore advertises it himself?

With Dumbledore's reputation and the size of the wizarding world, as long as the things he promotes are not too bad, they can easily become popular.

As Dumbledore's "confidant", that adult must have had an insight into Dumbledore's plan and was prepared to make a fortune in advance.

Ivan told Benson the inside story in detail, and Benson's expression suddenly became quite strange.

"I always feel that it is different from what I imagined..."

"What do you imagine it to be like? Subduing your subordinates everywhere and starting a war?" Ivan sneered, "The last guy who did this has already had grass growing on his grave. How can you question the Lord's profound meaning? According to what the Lord said Just do it.”

Benson admired him: "Sir, you are worthy of being that lord's confidant. I will ask you to take more care of me in the future."

"That's natural..." Ivan smiled reservedly, and was about to encourage the other party a few more words, when he suddenly discovered a blind spot in his heart.

That adult's words and deeds were always mysterious and confusing, but only I could understand his profound meaning.

Could it be...

Sir, did he do it on purpose?

Ivan knows that the leader of an organization must maintain his sense of mystery.

To keep others in awe, you can better command and manage them.

But in this way, communication between the upper and lower levels is prone to problems. Even though the original intention of the upper level is not that, the people at the lower level often understand it wrongly, leading to problems in the execution link.

In this way, there must be a liaison person who can accurately convey the meaning from above to the following.

This existence is usually called the leader's confidant.

Could it be that... I am the confidant chosen by the Lord?

Think about it carefully, whether it is published works, relationship with Dumbledore, future plans...

Compared to Benson and Wild Dog, who know almost nothing, do you know a little too much?

In novels, this kind of character usually doesn’t survive more than three chapters!

That adult deliberately revealed so much inside information to himself, but did not kill him...

I was clearly arranged by that adult!

Ivan immediately understood his responsibilities in the organization.

Presumably more new people will come to me in the future.

And my task is to convey the adults' original intention to them, and maybe even supervise the completion of their tasks.

How important this is!

Ivan's chest couldn't help but rise a little higher, and he silently swore in his heart: "I will not let you down!"

……

Turning my attention back to Hogwarts, the time quickly came to Thursday.During this period, Jerry discovered that his talent seemed to be limited to the Transfiguration class. In the next few classes, while other students were still competing with matches, he had successfully turned parchment into linen and buttons into beetles.

And [Basic Black Magic Proficiency] also worked as usual. The linen he created was full of horrific graffiti, such as people covered in blood, weird and mysterious runes... and the beetle he created was full of body parts. Golden in color, with long and powerful mouthparts, it once caused panic among the students.

Later, Professor McGonagall became accustomed to this. After several warnings to no avail, she regarded Jerry as a middle-school weirdo who liked ancient and strange objects, and basically ignored him.

However, Jerry thinks that another Ravenclaw girl is more suitable for this evaluation——

Not only did she find Jerry in the first class, but in the following classes, whenever Jerry made any messy thing, she would come over and observe it for a long time.

The look he looked at Jerry became more and more strange. It was a look of excitement with a hint of recognition.

It's like a lone traveler in the desert who finds the traces left by another traveler.

Seeing how she was concentrating on those oozing scary patterns, Jerry felt his scalp numb, and he ran as fast as he could after class.

The Charms class was Hermione's world. The little girl mastered those specific pronunciations and movements very quickly. Professor Flitwick lamented many times that she should go to Ravenclaw.

The other students were overshadowed by the two of them, and rumors of the "Black Prince of Transfiguration" and "Miss Know-It-All" began to spread among the students.

Regardless of whether "Miss Know-It-All" is a compliment or a criticism, according to Jerry's observation, most people think the nickname "The Black Prince of Transfiguration" is cool. Even under his influence, many people began to pursue novelties. Transformed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right, Hogwarts is still very peaceful now, nothing has happened that requires taking the blame, and his talent for taking the blame can't be used at all.

Jerry could only hope that this peace would last.

On Thursday morning, Jerry walked into the auditorium and found that the first-grade wizards were particularly excited today. They were talking loudly in the auditorium about the upcoming flying lessons in the afternoon.

As they passed the Gryffindor table, an owl swooped down and brought Neville a small package.

Neville opened the package and showed people a glass ball, which seemed to be filled with white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" He said happily, "As you know, my memory has always been bad. If it turns red, it means-oh..." He suddenly grew a long face, "...you Forgot something..."

Suddenly, before Jerry could stop him, Malfoy snatched the memory ball from his hand.

"Give it back, Malfoy!" Jerry said with a serious face. He and Neville were riding in the same carriage when they came to school - and they had a lively conversation during the period.Although he had less contact after being separated from the hospital, he still regarded this kind fat man as a friend in his heart.

"He's a pureblood, you want to protect him too?"

Malfoy tossed the memory ball up and down with a look of displeasure on his face: "This stupid guy is a disgrace to the pure-blood family. You'd better stay out of his own business."

"Sorry, he's my friend." Jerry pulled out his wand, "Can you hurry up? I don't want to do anything to my other friend."

Ever since he modified the wand, he had been itching to find someone to try it on.

Now that Malfoy has taken the initiative to send it to his door, he will naturally not miss this opportunity.

"Jerry..." Neville looked touched, "Actually, that thing is of little use, so you don't have to worry about me."

He knew the power of the Malfoy family. Jerry was just an ordinary orphan. Offending Malfoy would only make it difficult to move forward in Slytherin, so he couldn't help but advise him.

To his surprise, Malfoy actually threw the memory ball back to him after hesitating for a moment.

"Then, be careful next time!"

"And an apology?"

Malfoy's face turned red: "Don't bully others too much!" He then took out his wand.

"No need really..." Neville put his hand between the two of them, choking and shaking his head, "Jerry, thank you, I'm really happy today..."

"We are friends!" Jerry smiled. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and said to Neville sincerely: "By the way, remember to go to St. Mungo's next time."