Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Jerry shrugged upon hearing this and didn't take it to heart.

Isn’t it Lao Deng’s dark history?He could write a book about what he knew, like "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore"?

He walked into the store and selected the teaching materials mentioned on the list from the pile of books.

Just as he threw a tattered copy of "A Thousand Magic Herbs and Fungi" into his pocket, Dumbledore's slightly sad voice came from outside the store: "Jack, I'm sorry about Melissa. ………”

"Shut up! You have no right to mention that child!"

After the words fell, there was a long silence outside the store.When Jerry walked out with a pocket full of books, Dumbledore was hanging his head in silence, while Jack stared at him angrily.

"How much?" Jerry threw his pocket to Jack, who then looked back and took out a small spring scale.

"9.7 pounds." Jack said, and he took out a black notebook from under the recliner and threw it in. "Add this, you get ten pounds, and you get five galleons."

This price was much cheaper than Flourish and Blotts Bookstore. Jerry took out the last 4 galleons and some silver coins from his wallet and handed them over.

Now his assets are less than 5 cents.

When leaving the second-hand bookstore, Dumbledore looked quite depressed. He pointed out places he should not go to such as Knockturn Alley, and left after opening a room for him in the Broken Ax Bar.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the oil lamp was lit, and Jerry piled the things he bought on the table.

There was a clatter, and something accidentally fell to the ground.

When I picked it up, I saw it was a tattered black notebook.

Jerry remembered that it was a gift given when he bought the book to make up for the weight.

If he wants to make a Horcrux in the future, he will give it priority.

Opening it casually, there was a name written on the title page: Morissa Klisa.

It seems to be a girl's diary.

But since it can be found in a used bookstore, there must be nothing important recorded in it.

Out of curiosity, Jerry continued to turn back.

……

sunny on monday

and Reimu Tie Tie.

Tuesday sunny

and Sanae Tie Tie.

Wednesday cloudy

Stick to Sakuya.

Thursday rain

Today I played mahjong with Reimu, Sanae, and Sakuya.

……

Morissa, Morissa!We can't sink like this anymore!You came to Machtokolo to learn, not to hang out with beautiful girls!

Friday sunny

Stick with Alice.

……

Jerry: "..."

Okay, this is masterful.

The subsequent descriptions are mostly about the scenes of making love with different beautiful girls, occasionally mixed with some youth love comedies about the jealousy of the harem.

It's quite good to read as a love novel.

Looking behind, Jerry still found some magic knowledge.

It's a system called "Light Cannon Magic" owned by Machtokorot Magic School.

The so-called light cannon magic is to input the magic power in the body into a certain medium according to a certain frequency, strengthen and condense it, and then transform it into a beam and shoot it out.

Similar to Muggle laser cannons.

Compared with ordinary magic that looks like a small pistol, light cannon magic is much greater in terms of power and range.

But the shortcomings are also obvious.

The light cannon magic cannot forcibly take away the opponent's weapon like the "Disarming Curse", nor can it have an instant death effect like the "Death Curse". All points are added to the destructiveness.

But in terms of destructiveness, no matter how powerful the magic is, it cannot compare to a mushroom bomb.

The power of magic is more reflected in the distortion of rules and reality.

Teleportation, memory modification, material conversion...

If you keep thinking about increasing your lethality, it is better to equip yourself with an RPG.

That thing is much easier to use than magic.

Wizards who practice light cannon magic call themselves magic cannon users. They certainly have an absolute advantage when facing ordinary wizards. But when facing legendary wizards like Voldemort and Dumbledore, bulky light cannons cannot touch them at all.

etc!Why should I think about fighting Voldemort and Dumbledore!

For the dangers that may exist in Hogwarts in the future, such as basilisks and Death Eaters, the light cannon magic is quite useful.

However, the later notes also mentioned that because the output power of the light cannon magic is too high, ordinary magic wands cannot carry it at all, so the magic cannon users all use special alchemy props.

For example, Morissa uses something called a Bagua furnace.

The main material of these alchemy props is a precious metal called mithril. Mithril is an associated mineral born in silver mines. It has good magic conductivity and is widely used in many fields such as alchemy and potion. Generally, only one gram of mithril can be smelted from one kilogram of silver.

The price is naturally quite expensive.

Because he had published several books, Jerry was not short of pounds. However, there was a limit on the exchange of pounds for galleons in Gringotts. Each young wizard could only exchange fifty pounds or ten galleons per year.

The attempt to use light cannon magic can only be put on hold temporarily.

"Gotta find a way to make gold galleons."

Jerry suddenly thought of Gilderoy Lockhart, their future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and a best-selling author in the wizarding world.

A pretty rich guy.

It seems that even with the population base of the wizarding world, it is more than enough to support several best-selling authors.

Can he resume his old career in the magical world?

……

Early the next morning, Jerry walked downstairs and bumped into Old Tom at the corner of the stairs.

Old Tom was holding a tray with slices of bread and a glass of milk on it.

After seeing Jerry, Old Tom's hand shook and the tray almost fell to the ground.

"Good morning." Tom forced a smile and greeted dryly.

"……Good morning."

For some reason, Jerry always felt that the other party was a little afraid of him.

"It's an illusion..." He shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

All the way to Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, there was no one in the bookstore because it was still early. The fat manager was directing a clerk to move a stack of books out of the warehouse.

Jerry came to the manager and coughed twice: "Ahem...excuse me."

The manager glanced down at him and waved his hand impatiently after realizing it was a child: "New student? The textbooks are in those bags with numbers on them. Choose them and come over to check out."

"I'm not here to buy books." Jerry said, "I just want to ask, do you provide consignment service here?"

"Consignment?" The manager's eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Jerry with squinted eyes and asked cautiously, "Who is your parent? I suggest that he talk to me himself."

"It's a book I wrote myself."

The next moment he said this, the manager's expression changed immediately. He waved his arms vigorously: "Boy! We are a regular bookstore here and we sell all regular publications! Don't waste me with your child's graffiti. time!"