Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Seeing that Snape was about to wake up, Voldemort knew that he was no match for him in his current state. He gave Jerry one last look: "You will regret it... one day you will fall into the abyss forever and never be able to escape. …”

After saying that, he passed through the ceiling like a gust of wind and disappeared.

"Cough cough..."

On the ground, Snape coughed twice and regained consciousness.At a glance, he saw Jerry staring fiercely at him.

"Yordle? Why are you here?" Snape slowly sat up from the ground, and the disappeared memory came back to his mind.

The last scene in his memory was the scene where Neville fired a magic spell at him.

"Longbottom!" He said with a sullen face, and immediately saw Neville lying on the ground.

"..."

Jerry didn't need to say anything for him to understand.

No wonder Longbottom's performance has improved by leaps and bounds recently, and his empty brain has become fuller - there is no other explanation other than being controlled!

Damn, he should have realized this!

Snape smacked his lips, feeling a strange smell spreading in his mouth.

You should rinse your mouth this morning!

Snape was just slightly confused and then put the matter behind him. There are more important things now...

"Did you save me, Yodel?" His tone softened, and at the same time he felt a little complicated. As a dean, he was actually saved by a student one day.

Sure enough, years of peaceful life had dulled his sense of smell. He knew that Voldemort had lurked into Hogwarts this year, but he did not remain vigilant enough.

"Yes, Professor." Jerry stammered, with the scene just now echoing in his mind, making him unable to look directly at the dean.

"Tell me what just happened." Sensing that Jerry's reaction was a bit suspicious, Snape's heart skipped a beat, remembering what Dumbledore had told him when school started.

Could this matter still be related to Jerry?

Yes, today almost all the teachers and students of the school went to the Quidditch pitch to watch the first game of the season.Even he himself was going to go.

Only after hearing that Quirrell was feeling unwell and going to the school hospital recently, he instinctively felt that the other party was planning some conspiracy, so he stayed and planned to "visit" him in the school hospital.

Then he met Neville and asked him to ask him if he had a problem. Although he hated this guy, out of his duties as a professor, Snape still took Neville to his office, and was attacked from behind by him...

Jerry, who was supposed to be on the court with his friends, suddenly appeared here and saved himself in time, which made Snape wonder.

He looked Jerry up and down, as if trying to see right through him.

Jerry didn't think too much and told Snape exactly what happened just now - except for Voldemort scheming to win over him.

When he heard that Voldemort actually possessed Neville's toad, Snape's face instantly turned livid.

What about Quirrell?

Both he and Dumbledore had always believed that Voldemort was staying with Quirrell, and his behavior was indeed suspicious enough——

He kept wandering around the corridor on the fourth floor, obviously having thoughts about the Philosopher's Stone.While Snape was following him, his leg was bitten by that stupid dog.

Now you're telling me, there's a chance he's innocent? !

Snape stood up excitedly: "I want to go to the school hospital to find Quirrell!"

At this time, Jerry also thought of something: "When Neville got out of control just now, he seemed to have said that Quirrell was at the Quidditch pitch..."

The two looked at each other and ran towards the door at the same time.

When he was about to pass through the auditorium, there was a sudden noise in the foyer outside the auditorium, and a group of people ran back with pale faces.

They were all students from various houses who went to watch the Quidditch match, but without exception, they all had unconcealed panic on their faces.

Snape grabbed a Slytherin student and shouted in his face: "Tell me, what happened?"

The man didn't pay attention to the spit that was about to hit his face. He gasped and trembled: "It's Draco Malfoy. He fell from the sky! At least fifty feet!"

"Draco?" Snape's eyes almost popped out, which made him look extremely ferocious, "Not Harry Potter?"

"No...it's not..." the man shook his head in fear, "Potter tried to catch him, but failed..."

"How is Draco now?" Jerry looked at him closely, his heart beating fast.

"I don't know..." The man looked like he was about to cry. "He looks very bad. He is covered in blood..."

Hearing this, Snape became unsteady and swayed a few times.

"Draco...Draco..."

He muttered as he gritted his teeth and ran out the door, Jerry following closely behind him.

In the foyer, they saw Professor McGonagall, controlling a floating stretcher, and the group of people ran towards the school hospital. Pansy kept crying, and Daphne whispered comfort beside her.

Snape threw himself over to the stretcher where Malfoy lay with his eyes closed, his robes stained with blood and his chest sunken.

Snape's legs went weak, and his hands firmly grasped Jerry's shoulders to prevent him from falling.

"Minerva, Draco..." Snape's lips were trembling and his eyes were red.

"Sorry, Severus..." Professor McGonagall closed her eyes in pain, "There was something wrong with Malfoy's broom... it was shaking so hard that we didn't notice it at first, and then he was dumped. Come down... Fortunately, Granger, the kid, reacted in time and used the levitating spell..."

"Impossible!" Snape growled, "Draco is using the latest Nimbus 2000, there is no way there will be a safety issue!"

His voice suddenly became softer, and he stared at Professor McGonagall: "You know... Minerva, only the most powerful black magic can affect a broomstick..."

Professor McGonagall blinked in confusion: "You mean...someone wants to harm Malfoy? Oh, Merlin...who would do this? The child has not offended anyone..."

As she said that, she glanced at Harry who was following behind her - the guy who had offended the Dark Lord and a bunch of dark wizards was still alive and well.

Snape frowned: "To ensure that the curse takes effect within a certain range, the murderer must not be too far away. In other words, the murderer is in the audience!"

"Minerva, have you seen Quirrell?"

Professor McGonagall shook her head: "No... isn't he going to the school hospital today? You mean..." Professor McGonagall was a little uneasy. Although she didn't like Quirrell very much, she didn't want to doubt her colleagues.

"Where's his broom?" Snape said suddenly, maybe he could find something from the traces left on it.

"After Malfoy fell, his broom was blown away by the wind, and then... well, it hit the whomping willow."