Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

After sorting through the letters, Jerry gently opened the long, rectangular wooden box. Inside, a delicate wand lay quietly, its base encircled by a striking red pattern.

"Whose wand is this?" Catherine asked, looking at the wand in the box, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Jerry smiled, then closed the lid of the wooden box, turning his gaze to Florry.

"Florry, how is the blood curse within you?" Jerry asked, frowning with concern.

"I'm fine. After so many years, I've grown accustomed to its presence," Florry replied calmly, his face devoid of any expression. "But..."

"But, Your Eminence, signs of the blood curse are beginning to appear on my daughter as well..." Florry's voice revealed deep worry and self-reproach.

"What a pitiful child! How old is your daughter this year?" Jerry sighed softly, then turned to Catherine beside him, gently patted her shoulder, and softly instructed, "Catherine, please fetch my luggage for me."

Catherine nodded and quickly got up to retrieve the luggage.

"Six years old!"

"Six years old?" Jerry pondered for a moment, his brow furrowed. "I didn't expect your daughter to be so young. If the blood curse within her isn't contained, I'm afraid it will affect her normal growth, and when she reaches the appropriate age, she won't be able to attend magic school like other children. Blood-cursed werewolves are destined to be lonely for life, without friends..." As he spoke, he opened the luggage. Inside were no clothes, only rows of bottles filled with potions.

"Here you go." Jerry selected two bottles of dark red potion from the box and handed them to Florry. "When you feel the blood curse becoming difficult to control and your consciousness becoming blurred, just take a small spoonful."

"These two potions... Can they completely remove the blood curse?" Florry took the two potions Jerry handed him, his fingertips trembling slightly, his voice tinged with urgency.

"No," Jerry shook his head sincerely. "The recipe for this potion was provided by the Wucui Party. Although it cannot cure the blood curse, it can alleviate its symptoms to some extent. Most importantly, it can help you maintain a clear mind, preventing your consciousness from being eroded by the curse. The potion will ensure that you always remember that you are a person, not a beast controlled by the curse. They say that many years ago, the Wucui Party once temporarily and effectively helped a blood-cursed werewolf with this potion."

Although Rozier didn't explicitly mention it, Jerry could guess that the person they helped back then was likely Nagini. Jerry just couldn't understand why they helped Nagini, as Jerry remembered that Nagini hadn't joined the Wucui Party back then. He could ask her when he wrote to Rozier next time.

"By the way, regarding the mastermind who cast the blood curse on you, have you made any discoveries after investigating for so long?" Jerry asked with concern.

Florry was silent for a moment, then shook his head unwillingly. "No, I haven't found any clues so far."

Jerry frowned and speculated, "Could it be the Third Bishop?"

"You're hesitating?" Jerry stared directly at Florry.

"No, Your Eminence..." Florry tried to explain, but his voice was somewhat weak.

"No need to explain," Jerry interrupted him before Florry could finish speaking. "Don't worry, I'm not the Third Bishop Ezekiel Mamen. I don't like to force things. If you really don't want to do it, I'll find someone else!"

As Jerry's voice fell, his hand began to slowly approach the wooden box, as if ready to take back the wand at any moment.

"No need," Florry didn't hesitate any longer. He had made his decision.

"Your Eminence, just leave this matter to me, there's no need to trouble anyone else!" Before Jerry's hand touched the wooden box, Florry grabbed it.

"Also, Your Eminence, I hope you can keep your promise!" After saying that, Florry took the wooden box and quickly left the room.

"Your Eminence, what did you ask him to do? Why is Florry..." Catherine asked, puzzled, after seeing Florry leave.

Jerry smiled and stood up, walking to the window, his gaze gazing at the garden outside.

"I just asked him to do something for me," Jerry said casually.

"Do something? Could it be..." A look of doubt appeared in Catherine's eyes. After all, as the chief Auror of Germany, Florry had many dark wizards' souls on his hands, but today he seemed so hesitant about a task.

"Yes, to kill someone," Jerry replied directly.

"Kill someone?" Catherine looked at Jerry in shock. She couldn't understand why such a task would make Florry so hesitant.

"Your Eminence, who exactly did you ask him to kill?" Catherine asked curiously.

Jerry turned his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. "I asked him to use that wand to kill Ella Smith."

"Ella Smith?" When Catherine heard this name, the face in the photo in the living room immediately appeared in her mind. She suddenly remembered who the wand that made her feel familiar belonged to. It was the Third Bishop Ezekiel Mamen's wand.

"Looks like you recognized that wand?" Jerry said with a smile. "This time, it's all thanks to Sophia's help, otherwise I would have really had a headache!"