Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Outside of Audric's apartment, Ezekiel Mamen took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

"Damn Floo Powder, failing at the crucial moment!"

He kicked open the apartment door violently, and a strong smell of blood instantly rushed into his nose, making him frown.

There were no signs of fighting in the apartment, but the walls were splattered with shocking bloodstains.

Ezekiel Mamen gripped his wand tightly and walked quickly to the living room, the scene before him causing his pupils to shrink.

Ella Smith lay in a pool of blood, a wand stuck in her chest, the blood staining her white robe red, a shocking sight.

"Ella!" Ezekiel Mamen's heart trembled, and he rushed forward, only to freeze in place the next second.

The blood under his feet had become as thick as glue at some point, making it impossible for him to move.

"What the hell is this!" Ezekiel Mamen roared, trying hard to pull out his leg, but found that the viscous blood seemed to have a life of its own, trapping him tightly.

He looked down at the wand stuck in Ella Smith's chest, and a chill ran straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

That wand was exactly the same as the one in his hand!

Ezekiel Mamen incredulously pulled out the wand from Ella Smith's chest and compared it carefully. Whether it was the material, length, or the pattern on the wand, they were completely identical.

At this moment, the blood-stained wand suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke, quickly wrapping around Ezekiel Mamen's wand.

"Not good!" Ezekiel Mamen's heart sounded an alarm, and he immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.

He waved his wand violently, trying to shake off the wisp of green smoke, but found that this force was very strange and quickly penetrated into his wand.

"Who is it! Who is so bold as to design and frame me!" Ezekiel Mamen roared, and a series of suspects flashed through his mind.

The Second Bishop?

He is insidious, cunning, and greedy, but timid as a mouse, he shouldn't have the courage to do this.

The Archbishop?

But why would he do this?

Ezekiel Mamen was in a state of confusion, unable to think too much, he struggled to break free from the viscous blood, leaving bloody footprints, and rushed out of the apartment.

… …

New York, under the cover of night, the lights of Jerry's mansion flickered, and the outline of the mansion appeared peaceful and mysterious under the reflection of the moonlight and lights, as if it were a world away from the hustle and bustle.

In the study, Jerry was holding an introduction to the Magical Congress of the United States and found that compared with the Ministry of Magic in the United Kingdom, the Magical Congress of the United States still had many differences.

In the United States, the relationship between wizards and Muggles (American wizards call ordinary people Muggles) is more tense. Therefore, the Magical Congress has not established any form of cooperative relationship with the Muggle government.

One of the significant differences between the United States and the United Kingdom regarding modern magical governments is reflected in the punishment of serious criminals. In the United Kingdom, criminals who violate magical laws are sent to the terrifying Azkaban, while in comparison, the United States imposes more severe penalties for serious magical crimes, with the most serious criminals even facing the death penalty.

Catherine gently pushed open the door of the study, holding a pot of steaming tea in her hand. Seeing that Jerry was concentrating on the book, she did not disturb him, but quietly walked to the window, looked at the cloudy sky, and then gently closed the window.

"Catherine, is there still no news from Florry?" Jerry asked.

Catherine put down the teacup in her hand and handed the newspaper next to the teapot to Jerry.

The headline of the newspaper read: The wife of a young Auror in the Congress was brutally murdered at home this morning by a mysterious dark wizard.

"Is it confirmed to be Ella Smith?" Jerry asked.

Jerry has always heard that there are many Holy Mothers in Germany after World War II. I didn't expect that you, Florry, an Auror who deals with dark wizards all day long, would also be filled with sympathy. Were you like this when you helped Ezekiel Mamen before?

"I…" Florry wanted to explain, but Jerry waved his hand impatiently to interrupt him.

"Enough, get out!" Jerry threw the book in his hand hard at Florry, "You have disappointed me too much!"

Florry silently picked up the book on the ground, put it back on Jerry's desk, and then slowly withdrew from the study.

"Your Majesty, there's no need to be angry," Catherine walked to Jerry's side, gently stroking his back, and comforted him softly.

Jerry looked at the direction Florry left, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Innocent? In this world, who dares to say that they are truly innocent?

"Catherine, inform Florry and let him go back to Germany. We don't need him here for the time being!" Jerry closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, his tone cold, without a trace of room for maneuver.

"Your Majesty, Florry is not as reliable as you said. Do you think he will…" Catherine frowned, her tone a little hesitant.

"Probably not," Jerry's tone was calm, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He looked at the pouring rain outside the window, "The Blood Curse on Florry and his daughter has not been lifted. If the Third Bishop really has the ability to lift the curse for him, even if it's just a slight relief, Florry wouldn't have come to me in the first place!"

"What's more, as things stand, he has no way to retreat."

"It's just that, after thinking about it for so long, I still can't figure out, what kind of person is it, for what purpose, why would they cast the Blood Curse on Florry, even his young daughter!"

"I have already had people investigate Florry's family background in depth, but other than frequent contact with the Third Bishop, he is no different from other Aurors!"

"No, is the biggest point of suspicion!" Jerry took Catherine's hand, "Who would cast the Blood Curse on a normal person for no reason? Even Voldemort would think it's a bit too extreme!"