Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

In the evening, after a crazy afternoon of playing, Harry and Ron dragged their exhausted bodies back to the dormitory and found someone already lying on Neville's bed.

The room was very dark, and Harry asked softly: "Neville? Neville?"

"Ok?"

Neville turned and stared at him.

"You didn't go to flying lessons today, nor did you go to the auditorium for dinner. Everyone is worried about you..."

"I'm sorry..." Neville whispered.

"And..." Harry hesitated and decided to listen to Hermione's advice.

"Actually, Yodel didn't mean that this morning..."

"I know."

Neville's voice was muffled: "I met Professor Quirrell this afternoon..."

Neville began to talk about his experience today:

How he arrived at the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest while running aimlessly in the morning.

Just when he was frightened, Professor Quirrell came out from the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Quirrell looked quite surprised when he saw Neville and asked him why he came here. Didn't he know that entering the Forbidden Forest without permission was against school rules?

His words were soft and kind, as if they had some kind of bewitching power, and Neville couldn't help but speak out his troubles.

He talks about how he was mocked in front of everyone by someone he thought was his friend.

After hearing the cause and effect, Professor Quirrell put his hand on his forehead and told him after a while that his memory did show signs of damage. Jerry did not mock him as he thought, but really asked him suggestion.

Neville felt extremely regretful at that time. What he did must have hurt Jerry's heart, right?

Moreover, he ran away indifferently, which must have caused a lot of trouble for Jerry.

He wanted to find Jerry right away and apologize to him.

But Professor Quirrell caught him, greeted him, and hinted to him that to solve his memory problem, he didn't need to go to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he could just go to him directly.

Neville naturally did not dare to make the decision on such a big matter, so he only said that he would write to his grandma to ask.

Quirrell didn't say anything when he saw this, and just let him go.

He never found Jerry after he came back, so he had to go back to the dormitory alone...

After hearing Neville's experience, Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Professor Quirrell, who has always been looked down upon by them, actually has such a hidden side?

However, they also agreed with Neville's approach. It was related to a person's brain and memory. With the level of magic Quirrell usually displayed, it was obviously not as reliable as the professional doctors at St. Mungo's Hospital.

"You should first write to your grandma and ask if she has been under the Oblivion Curse before." Harry suggested, "I can lend you Hedwig."

Neville naturally kept thanking him.

They watched Hedwig's white figure disappear into the distant night, and each crawled back to their beds.

"Maybe I really misunderstood Jerry Yoder and he was actually a good guy."

Harry was lying on the bed. The game with Malfoy in the afternoon had consumed so much of his energy that he was very sleepy now.

"By the way, why didn't Neville go to the auditorium for dinner tonight...Forget it, it's not a big deal anyway."

Harry turned over and fell asleep.

……

The next day, Friday.

Early in the morning, Jerry followed Malfoy to the Great Hall. Today there was only one Potions class with Gryffindor. Malfoy seemed to be very interested. He put together cream, roasted meat and cherry tomatoes into a burrito-like thing. , pick it up and put it in your mouth.

At this time, the commotion from Gryffindor caught his attention.

"Go and take a look." He directed Crabbe.

After a while Crabbe came back with bad news.

Gryffindor is holding a Quidditch tryout over the weekend to select a suitable Seeker and a few substitutes.

Due to his outstanding performance in the first flying lesson, Harry became the most anticipated seed player.

Gryffindors all hope that he can lead Gryffindor back to its peak——

Since Charlie Weasley graduated, the Gryffindor team has fallen into an awkward position competing with Hufflepuff for third and fourth place, which makes the little lions extremely frustrated.

After hearing the bad news, Malfoy's appetite visibly worsened. He put the barbecue roll aside and drank a glass of pumpkin juice in one gulp.

"Potter is not as good at flying as me." He said, "Slytherin should hold a selection competition too!"

"You can go talk to the captain." Jerry said casually, but he kept thinking about what he saw yesterday, Neville and Quirrell having a secret conversation in the woods.

The Slytherin players are all big and round, and they obviously take the route of physical confrontation.

Although Malfoy's current figure has a tendency of horizontal development, after all, the time is still short. Even now, he is still far behind Crabbe and Goyle, let alone those senior students.

Malfoy obviously knew this, and he rolled his eyes: "Maybe I should talk to our dean."

True to his word, after eating, he took Crabbe and Goyle to the underground classroom in advance, and Jerry followed slowly.

As soon as he walked out of the auditorium, Jerry was stopped.

It was Neville. The boy bowed deeply to Jerry: "I'm sorry, Jerry, what happened yesterday was because I was too sensitive..."

Jerry frowned and looked at Neville. He didn't pay attention to what happened in the auditorium yesterday, but there was another thing that he couldn't pretend not to have seen.

"It doesn't matter." Jerry waved his hand, "I was wrong too, I should have said it more clearly."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Neville was obviously relieved, and Jerry asked casually.

"I thought I saw you staying with Professor Quirrell yesterday?"

"Yes." Neville gushed without realizing anything was wrong, "Professor Quirrell is such a good man. He immediately discovered that my memory problem was caused by the Forgetting Curse, and said he could help at any time. I treat, but I think I need to ask grandma first..."

"..."

Jerry thought rapidly in his mind, and he was not surprised that Quirrell could discover the problem with Neville's memory.

After all, on the back of his head is the memory master second only to Dumbledore in the world.

The crux of the problem is, shouldn't Voldemort now be focused on looking for the Sorcerer's Stone and unicorn blood to extend his life?How come you have time to talk to the little wizard?

And offered to help people with their illnesses?

Jerry didn't think the Dark Lord was a helpful guy. It was more likely that he wanted to use Neville to achieve some evil plan.

You know, the notebook he left behind when he was young can fool anyone into giving up his life, let alone him.

"I think it's better to go to St. Mungo's." Jerry suggested tactfully, "Professor Quirrell may be a little unreliable, so it's better to stay away from him..."

"Harry and others said the same thing." Neville smiled naively, "I think the professor may not be very good in class, but he is still a pretty good person..."