Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

On Halloween, I woke up to the sweet, inviting smell of roasted pumpkins wafting down the hallway.

All day long, the students were distracted, looking forward to the evening banquet.

Finally, the time came to evening.

Jerry followed the flow of people into the restaurant and found that the restaurant had completely changed.

The first thing that caught my eye were the colorful Halloween decorations, and a thousand bats flying on the walls and ceiling like low dark clouds.

The candle was also hidden in the belly of the pumpkin, flickering in waves, illuminating the hall like daylight.

Delicious food suddenly appeared on golden plates, like a back-to-school banquet.

Jerry remembered that on Halloween, there seemed to be a troll invasion in the original book, and it was during this incident that Hermione formed friendship with Harry and Ron.

He glanced at the Gryffindor table, where Hermione was sitting, surrounded by people.

He also saw Quirrell, who was sitting in front of the rostrum, talking to Snape.

Everything looks so normal.

Could it be that his arrival triggered another butterfly effect?Or is it that Quirrell is not possessed by Voldemort now?

Jerry became a little upset, and the advantage of being familiar with the original work seemed to be gone at this moment.

This feeling of the unknown is unsettling, especially when you know there are enemies lurking in the shadows.

At this moment, Jerry discovered a retrograde figure, it was Neville!

He walked along the stairs toward the underground classroom alone.

There was no Potions class in Gryffindor today, so even if he forgot something, he should have gone upstairs, not the other way around.

Recalling all the doubts Neville had shown before, Jerry gritted his teeth and followed him quietly.

The further down you go, the more you can smell a foul stench.It was a mixture of smelly socks and uncleaned public toilets.

Then he heard a grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging along the ground.

Jerry's heart began to lift.

It's a troll!

Unlike in the original work, no one even warned this time.

It is not difficult to imagine the scene when the little wizards of Slytherin returned to their common room after the banquet and bumped into the troll.

Jerry couldn't help but feel grateful for his stalking behavior.

But what he didn't expect was that the abnormality had become so obvious, but Neville walked straight towards the troll as if he hadn't seen it.

Reason told Jerry that the most important thing he should do now was to return to the auditorium immediately and tell Dumbledore about this.

The consequence of this is that when the professors arrive, they may only be able to find "Neville-chan".

"Neville, run away!" Jerry shouted.

Neville turned a deaf ear to this. He was like a puppet controlled by someone, walking step by step towards the huge thing at the end of the stairs.

Wait, being controlled...

Jerry suddenly had an idea, but now was not the time to think about it so much. Jerry shouted Neville's name and chased after him.

The closer you get, the more you can appreciate the horror of this monster——

It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin as black as granite. It had a rough and huge body, but it had a small head that was disproportionate to its body shape.

It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, which was dragging along the ground.

Neville walked up to the giant monster. The giant monster lowered his head and looked at the little one at his feet, looking quite confused.

Neville raised his wand blankly, and then there was a deafening explosion.

The sound of the explosion reverberated in the narrow space. Jerry, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt his brain buzzing and his eardrums were about to be shattered.

Neville, the instigator, looked as if he had just woken up from a dream. He shook his head and found that he was shrouded in the shadow cast by the huge monster in front of him, and let out a shrill scream.

The giant monster blinked its eyes awkwardly, and the little dot in front of it kept making noises that made it dizzy, and its impatience had already reached its peak.

It raised the wooden stick and struck it down hard.

When the wooden stick was halfway hit, it suddenly turned into a light black feather, slipped out of the troll's hand, and slowly fell to the ground.

The troll scratched his head stupidly, not knowing what just happened.

Where's my stick?What about a stick that big and thick?

Jerry panted and came to Neville's side. Fortunately, with the movement speed bonus of [Ronin], he was able to save Neville before he turned into a puddle.

Jerry heard a burst of chaos and shouting from above, thinking it was caused by the explosion just now.

It won't be long before the professors discover what's going on here.

What he had to do was to stand in front of this monster for enough time.

Or, kill it!

"Jerry, I..." Neville cried sadly, what happened just now scared him so much.

"Shut up!" Jerry's tone couldn't help but be filled with anger, "Find a place to hide, don't let it find you."

"I...I can help too." Neville raised his head and glanced at the troll, then hurriedly lowered his head and whispered.

Jerry sighed: "If you really want to help, just call Professor Dumbledore and the others over."

"The faster you go, the safer I am." Seeing what Neville wanted to say, Jerry added.

"I know." Neville nodded.

This reason was convincing enough, and Neville finally made up his mind. He turned around and ran upstairs quickly.

It wasn't until the sound of Neville's footsteps gradually disappeared that Jerry breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't yet tell what happened to Neville.

He was sure of dealing with the giant monster, but he was not sure of guarding against Neville while dealing with the giant monster. The best way was to keep him away.

Seeing Neville running away, the troll hurriedly swung its short legs, trying to chase after him.

The next moment, a cyan beam of light hit its chest.

"Hey! Big fool, your opponent is me!"

The giant monster was staggered by this beam of light, and finally turned its attention to another little person.

He was holding a strange-looking thing in his hand, and it was smoking.

Even with the troll's poor intelligence, it was easy to guess who was stopping him.

The troll let out an angry roar and stumbled towards Jerry.

The light cannon failed to work, and Jerry sighed regretfully.

Turning the stick into a feather cost him a lot of magic power, causing the Bagua furnace's output to be much weaker.

But fortunately, he still has the power of krypton gold.

Jerry took out two small crystal bottles from his pocket, which contained ruby-like liquid.

This is the dragon's blood he bought in Diagon Alley, which contains powerful magic.

He sprinkled the dragon's blood on the mouth of the Bagua furnace. As soon as it was sprinkled on it, it was completely absorbed.

At the same time, a streak of blood red spread across the hexagrams, instantly dyeing the two hexagrams "Qian" and "Zhen" red.

"Not enough! Not enough at all!"

Jerry gritted his teeth and took out six more bottles of dragon blood. Excluding the ones used in previous experiments, this was all he had left in his inventory.

He sprinkled these six bottles of dragon blood on the Bagua stove, and [Xun], [Kan], [Li], [Gen], [Dui], and [Qian] were also lit one after another.

The Bagua diagram rotated spontaneously, and a faint red light connected to the furnace mouth.

Jerry's heart was bleeding. This shot was not a light cannon, but a gold galleon!

"Eat my world and throw it - [MasterSpark]!"