Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"But Your Excellency, why do you insist that Florry kill Ella Smith? She's just the illegitimate daughter of the Third Bishop, and the Third Bishop himself probably wouldn't care about her life or death," Catherine asked, gazing at Jerry with doubt.

"Whether Ezekiel Mamon, the Third Bishop, cares about Ella Smith's life or death is irrelevant. What matters is that Aldrich Mamon cares!" Jerry smiled slightly.

"Florry is completely different from that good-for-nothing Jessmina Garcia, who relies on her family background and whom we met on the cruise ship. He was able to become the Chief Auror of Germany entirely on his own abilities and means. In other words, he still has great value to us," Jerry continued to explain.

"But, Catherine, don't forget that before Florry joined us, he worked for the Third Bishop for many years!" Jerry's expression turned serious. "Perhaps he sincerely wants to join us and get rid of the blood curse on himself and his daughter, but what if he doesn't? After all, he knows many of our secrets."

"Therefore, this matter must be completed by Florry himself, killing Ella Smith, cutting off his escape route, and making him completely say goodbye to the past."

Catherine took a deep breath and gently wrapped her arms around Jerry from behind. Her voice revealed deep worry: "Your Excellency, including Dumbledore, have you ever truly trusted anyone in your heart?"

"Of course, I'm just thinking a bit more and being more cautious," Jerry said, feeling the warmth from Catherine behind him. He gently patted her arms around him and turned around with a smile, his eyes flashing with sincere light. "Don't I trust you? I've told you almost all my secrets!"

"Then what should we do next?"

"Wait," Jerry said, taking Catherine's hands and pressing the back of her hands to his forehead, closing his eyes slightly. "The only thing we need to do now is wait. Wait for Florry to complete his task."

"Also, keep a close eye on Aldrich Mamon's movements. I have something important I need to confirm with him in person!" He suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, disappearing quietly in a corner Catherine didn't notice.

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"Honey, I'm going to work," Aldrich Mamon said, picking up his briefcase and turning back to say goodbye to Ella Smith in the room.

Hearing this, Ella Smith walked out of the room gracefully, wrapped her arms around Aldrich Mamon's neck, and the two faces pressed close together, leaving a deep kiss.

"Don't forget our date tonight!" Ella Smith said coquettishly.

Aldrich Mamon responded with a smile: "Don't worry, I'll finish work early tonight and rush back, I definitely won't keep you waiting."

He shook his head, seemingly disdaining today's work: "There's actually nothing big at the Ministry of Magic today, just dealing with a few Mudblood prisoners. You know, last time when we captured the dark wizards, we accidentally killed a few Muggles, and they actually dared to complain about it. And those damn Mudblood congressmen, it's really annoying."

"Then I'll wait for you, remember to come back early," Ella Smith gently straightened Aldrich Mamon's collar, and then sent him to the fireplace.

Aldrich Mamon had just stepped into the fireplace, and his figure disappeared into the flames in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterward, there was a crisp knock on the door.

Ella Smith opened the apartment door and saw the Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, standing at the door expressionlessly, his eyes piercing but without saying a word.

"Are you looking for Aldrich?" Ella Smith frowned, looking somewhat displeased at the strange Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, in front of her. "He's gone to work at the Ministry of Magic!"

However, to her surprise, the Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, did not respond to her words, but instead pushed her away and strode into the apartment.

Ella Smith was shocked and quickly stood in front of the Third Bishop, questioning loudly: "What exactly do you want to do? Aldrich and I have decided to get married!"

Faced with Ella Smith's roar, the Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, only glanced lightly at the interior of the apartment, and then said in a low voice: "Sorry… Sorry…"

Ella Smith was a little confused by his sudden apology, but a strange surprise surged in her heart, thinking that the Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, had agreed to her and Aldrich's matter.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A cold green killing light spurted out from the tip of the wand inlaid with red patterns in the hands of "Third Bishop Ezekiel Mamon", like the fangs of a viper, piercing directly at the unprepared Ella Smith.

Ella Smith was struck by this sudden killing curse, her body instantly stiffened, and then she collapsed weakly to the ground. The vitality on her face quickly faded, and her eyes, once full of hope, gradually dimmed. Until the last moment of her life, she could not understand why the Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, would inflict such a deadly attack on her.

"Sorry…"

The Third Bishop, Ezekiel Mamon, murmured in a low voice. He did not leave immediately, but instead deeply inserted the wand in his hand into Ella Smith's chest, as if to seal all the sins and betrayals within her body.

The wand was slowly soaked in the blood in her body, turning into a scarlet blood-colored flower. After completing this cruel ritual, he turned and left the apartment, leaving behind a cold corpse and a floor of blood.

At the same time, within a magnificent manor in New York, its area far exceeding the manor where Jerry and the others lived. Here, it was secret and solemn, so quiet that one could seem to hear the sound of time flowing.

"There's a letter for you, just delivered," Mia Mamon entered the study, holding a sealed letter in her hand, and handed it to Ezekiel Mamon, who was sitting at his desk. Her eyes carried a hint of displeasure, "A letter from that woman Sophia? Is she urging you to go back again?"

Ezekiel Mamon took the letter, gently opened the envelope, glanced at the contents of the letter, and then raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's not Sophia, it's a letter from Aldrich. He asked me to go to his apartment to meet him now."

Before he finished speaking, the letter spontaneously combusted in his hand, and under the raging flames, the letter paper turned into flying ashes and dissipated into the air.

"Did that bitch Ella Smith say something to Aldrich again?" Mia Mamon's face sank, and her eyes were full of displeasure when she mentioned Ella Smith. She clenched her fists, "Ezekiel, I'll go with you and bring Aldrich back!"

"No need, I can go alone!" Ezekiel Mamon looked at the ashes on the ground, his brows furrowed.

"No, I must go with you!" Mia Mamon shook her head, "I'm afraid you'll be soft-hearted towards that bitch Ella Smith, don't forget, she also has your blood flowing in her veins!"

However, Ezekiel Mamon's patience seemed to have been exhausted, and he glared at Mia Mamon somewhat angrily, "Just stay here and wait!" With that, he turned and walked towards the door, leaving Mia Mamon standing alone in place, her face livid.