Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Having chosen his target, Jerry felt much lighter on his feet and walked quickly towards the Leaky Cauldron.

As he passed an alley, he suddenly stopped.

In the alley, from a dark corner that was not illuminated by street lights, a crisp singing voice came out.

The female voice sings a cappella, and the melody is high-pitched and slightly sad.

"...

He will return like a dark cloud

With fear and despair

Darkness annihilates the light of wisdom

Only fear lasts forever

……

He also returns like lightning

With fear and despair

The savior destined to come

Despair is woven into his crown

……

"

Jerry stood there, listening quietly.

This ancient narrative poem seems to tell an old-fashioned story of a hero saving the world.

Although the plot is cliche, the girl's voice is ethereal and crisp, like the sound of a fairy.Jerry stood there for a long time. The song was finished, and the sound lingered for three days.

If you open a live broadcast room, Jerry will give you some rewards.

It's a pity that the two met by chance and parted ways. I don't know when they will see each other again.

An impulse suddenly arose in Jerry's heart. He wanted to meet the singer and tell him all his feelings.

Just like the Jiangzhou Sima who heard a pipa song at the head of the Xunyang River.

Of course, the fact that a girl sings alone in an alley at night is suspicious.

Jerry looked around.

There were not many people on the street, but not many.

The alley is very shallow, and you can see to the end at a glance, but there are a lot of debris, which obscures the girl's body.

Jerry hesitated for a moment and then stepped inside.

One step, two steps...

On the third step, Jerry stopped.

With his pace, on the third step, he should at least reach the trash can in the middle, but in fact, the trash can was still not far in front of him, as if it had not changed at all.

Very meow!

Jerry secretly complained, why do things like this always happen?

This moldy physique is endless, right?

After tentatively taking a few steps back, Jerry simply stopped after finding that he was always standing still.

"Whoever you are, I'm sure you've got the wrong person."

The sound spread in the darkness and quickly disappeared into the air.

"..."

"..."

"..."

What greeted him was silence, occasionally mixed with the whistling of the wind.

Jerry finally couldn't bear it anymore. He waved his magic wand angrily, trying to turn a stone under his feet into a hammer.

I smashed the walls on both sides, I don’t believe I can’t get out of here!

The stone began to expand and deform, and finally, an ordinary giant hammer appeared in front of him.

The hammer body is made of a gray-white stone without any fancy patterns, making it appear simple and durable.

The hammer handle is an unknown black wood, deeply embedded in the stone.

The sight of this unassuming, ubiquitous hammer brought Jerry to tears.

He was used to conjuring up a bunch of terrifying things, and this was the first time he conjured up what he wanted.

Jerry lifted the hammer and found that it was much lighter than he thought.

Just as he was about to smash the wall with the hammer, he heard an anxious cry: "Stop!"

Before he finished speaking, several black shadows appeared next to Jerry, surrounding him.

If you tell me to stop, don't I lose face?

What's more, the sages once said that the more the enemy doesn't want you to do something, the more he will insist on doing it.

Jerry rolled his eyes and wanted to continue swinging the hammer downwards.

The next moment, he felt a heavy weight on his hand. When he looked back, he saw four or five people leaning on his hammer and reaching out to touch it.

It's like facing not a hammer, but a peerless beauty.

"Hey, is this that thing?"

"Yes, it's the one in the legend that has been lost for a long time..."

A group of people were whispering there, their eyes seemed to be glued to it, which gave Jerry an inexplicable sense of déjà vu...

The next moment, the only short man who didn't take action came to Jerry, took off his hood, and smiled at him.

"Hi Jerry, see you again."

"..."

"Alice Brooke?!"

There was silence for a moment, then a shocked cry pierced the night sky.

"Yes."

Alice shook her long pale golden hair. She was obviously a little girl, but she gave people a charming feeling.

She winked at Jerry and said, "I've been following you for a long time, Jerry Yoder."

"Ah... it's not like that, it's really not like that. Even if I'm very handsome, I'm not strong enough... And we're not old enough. We'll start in three years, okay?"

Is she another woman who is greedy for her own body?

Lanyan is in trouble.

Jerry sighed, feeling sad.

"What a mess." The little girl said this, but a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Who wants to use force? I am a fan of you and Hermione. By the way, you are not going on a date this Christmas. ?"

CP powder?

Jerry looked confused. What kind of organization is this?

I'm afraid of going to a fake Hogwarts.

"Okay, if it's not for me, can you let me go first?"

"no!"

Alice didn't even bother to inquire about gossip, and was decisive.

"Then what do you want from me?" Jerry asked helplessly.

"It's very important, related to the destruction of the world and the survival of mankind..." the little girl said mysteriously.

Jerry has a black hair.

"Go to Dumbledore for this kind of thing!"

Could it be that I don’t have a scapegoating constitution, but a constitution that attracts chuunibyou?

Just when Jerry was doubting his life, the group of people studying the hammer seemed to have finally come to a conclusion and came to Jerry with serious expressions.

There were four people in total, each of them dressed in black robes and hoods, with their faces hidden in the shadow of the hoods. At first glance, they looked like they were not good people.

The four people stood in the four directions of Jerry, and suddenly took off their hoods and knelt down on one knee: "Greetings, Lord Crown!"

These four people were two men and two women, an old man with a white beard and a middle-aged man, and two young women of average appearance.

Crown, I return it to the Dragon King!

Good guy, Jerry feels more and more that the script he got is wrong.

First there is the noble lady (she thinks) who has always wanted to recruit her, and her old father who is hostile to her, and then there is the mysterious man in black who worships her immediately.

This taste is too strong.

Could it be that what he traveled to was a fan novel called "Hogwarts: Return of the Dragon King"?

According to the script, should I twist my mouth and smile evilly now?

The next moment, the old man with the white beard shouted: "All members of the Truth Society are here. Please return to your seat, Lord Crown!"

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not that [Crown]." Jerry said calmly with a twitch in his eye.

The Truth Society has a very noble name.

If it was a script about "one hundred thousand wizards return at the command of the crown", he wouldn't be able to consider it.

But according to what the old man said, the Truth Society only has these three melons and two dates left, and the "crown" is meaningless in front of the old, weak, sick and disabled.