Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

There was still some liquid left in the crucible, and Voldemort fell into it, causing water to splash high.

Seeing this scene, Jerry knew that [Cheating Mastery] had taken effect.

Seeing the toad possessed by Voldemort flapping blindly in the crucible, Jerry finally realized the meaning of "becoming unfortunate".

While his illness was threatening to kill him, Jerry waved his wand, conjuring a lid and locking Voldemort securely into the crucible.

Then he ran to Neville and found that he was just unconscious and breathing weakly.

Jerry struggled to drag Neville toward the door, where Voldemort banged the cauldron.

"What are you doing? Do you want to be trapped in the abyss forever?"

"Let me go, child, and I will teach you unimaginable powerful magic, and you will receive supreme glory..."

No one knew what kind of potion Snape had brewed, but Voldemort's voice soon became fainter, and finally became almost inaudible.

he died?

Jerry hesitated for a moment, but still did not risk his life and opened the lid. He conjured up a lot of hemp ropes and tied the crucible tightly, then conjured a box and put the tied crucible into a ball. Lock the box.

After doing all this, Jerry was relieved and prepared to send Neville to the school hospital first, and then go back to find Dumbledore.

At this moment, a ball of black gas came out of the box.

The black air circled in the air for several times, and finally, a snake-faced bald head without a nose appeared in the middle.

"I can't take it anymore!" Voldemort screamed, and invisible sound waves swept across the room.

Did he run out of this?

But looking at the state of his soul body now, Jerry is not sure how much strength he can still exert.

Voldemort first glared at Jerry fiercely: "You're finished, boy!"

Looking at him, he wanted to rush towards Jerry.

But he stopped immediately, spinning restlessly in the air.

"No...I have to go find him first..."

Voldemort changed direction and plunged towards the ground.

His target is Snape!

Is he going to take over Snape's body?This was the only possibility Jerry could think of.

"Get away from him!" Jerry yelled, shooting a curse at Voldemort, which went straight through the black air and hit the ceiling.

But it didn't cause no damage at all. Voldemort had a pained expression on his face.

"Guy who is in the way, get out of here!"

As he spoke, he peeled off a small ball of black energy and rushed towards Jerry.

Jerry rolled on the spot, and the black gas rushed straight into a barrel behind Jerry.

In an instant, the contents of the barrel began to boil.

A bucket full of white and fat Flobber caterpillars was dyed black, twisting and squirming crazily in the bucket.

"..."

Voldemort looked like he was eating shit.

That small group of black air was part of his soul, and now it was washed away by the memories of a large number of Flobber caterpillars, and the nasal cavity seemed to be filled with the smell of humus.

Voldemort suddenly became furious. Ever since meeting Jerry, everything has been going wrong.

Neville, who was originally infallible, actually got rid of his control and threw himself into the crucible!

He really wanted to explode all the life force he had accumulated, even if he returned to the humble wandering ghost state again, he still wanted to kill everyone present.

But he can't do this, because these life forces have a more important role...

Voldemort looked down at Snape - his closed eyes, melancholy face, huge aquiline nose, satin-like greasy black hair...

What a lovely person!Why didn't you notice it before?

When he thought that he had caused him to be like this, Voldemort's heart felt like a knife.

He lowered his head slightly, and a steady stream of life force passed through his lips...

……

Jerry gaped at the scene before him.

Voldemort kissed Snape's lips, just like a prince kissing a sleeping princess in a fairy tale. The "princess's" cheeks began to turn rosy, and the corners of his eyes twitched, as if he was about to wake up...

Jerry only hoped that there was nothing wrong with Mr. Dean's heart, otherwise he would die suddenly once he saw the scene in front of him.

At the same time, he also had a guess in his mind that what was brewed in the crucible could only be a love potion.

I just don’t know how Snape improved the secret recipe. The effect of this love potion is a bit too good...

The black energy surrounding Voldemort gradually began to dissipate, and finally, the body wrapped in black energy was revealed - a baby-like thing.

But Jerry had never seen anything less like a baby than this - his body was wrinkled, as if covered with a layer of scales, and there were only two holes left where his nose used to be.

As the last ray of black energy dissipated, Voldemort suddenly woke up. After realizing what he had just done, he let out a wail of shame and anger.

"What did you do to me?" he glared at Jerry.

As soon as he fell into the crucible, he realized that what was brewing in it was a love potion.

At first, he didn't take it seriously.

Because the prerequisite for the drug to work is that the user must have the emotion of love.

And all the beautiful feelings that Voldemort had had long been separated by him as his soul was torn apart.

Now Voldemort is a demon with no emotions, how could he be affected by something like a love potion?

The only possibility is that the young man did something to him!

He gritted his teeth and glared at Jerry, which confused Jerry.

"Didn't you fall in love with Professor Snape and volunteer to save him?"

"No! Want! In! Me! In front of! Say! That! Word!"

Voldemort burst out a few words from between his teeth, wanting to tear Jerry into pieces.

Jerry shook his head and said with emotion: "Hey... I didn't expect that the second generation of the Dark Lord fell in love with a man like the first generation of the Dark Lord... Is this the fate of the Dark Lord?"

"The Dark Lord doesn't have that weird fate!"

Although he was very curious about who the man the first Dark Lord fell in love with, Voldemort couldn't help but roared.

Even if Jerry said that the Dark Lord's fate was to be defeated by the Savior, it would not make him feel so uncomfortable.

Voldemort felt like he couldn't even look at the word Dark Lord.

At the same time, as his thinking gradually became clearer, Voldemort also had a guess in his mind: when he absorbed the vitality of Snape and Neville, he also absorbed some of their emotions.

These weak emotions naturally could not affect Voldemort's thinking and decision-making, but once they were aroused by the infatuation agent, they were out of control, causing him to behave erratically.

As he returned these life forces to Snape, the effects of the love potion began to weaken, and he regained consciousness.

The only problem is that to achieve this effect, the positive emotions of the two people he absorbs must overwhelmingly outweigh the negative emotions.

Forget it about Neville, Snape...

Thinking of this, Voldemort looked at Snape deeply: "Such a powerful positive emotion... Who are you in love with?"