Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Early morning, a cozy cafe less than a hundred meters from the Woolworth Building, the location of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, was filled with the rich aroma of coffee, and soft jazz music flowed through the air.

Jerry and Catherine sat by the window, their eyes focused on the majestic building.

"Catherine, you might not know, but last time I went to France, I also quietly observed people entering and exiting the Ministry of Magic from a cafe not far from their Ministry," Jerry said with a smile, taking a sip of coffee and leaning back in his chair contentedly. "It's a pity that I didn't gain anything after several days and returned empty-handed."

Catherine smiled in response, "Yes, Andre mentioned this. He said you have extraordinary insight and patience."

"Haha, he knows how to talk!" Jerry shook his head and smiled, then said casually, "Alright, this trip is different from the one to France. We haven't properly explored this city since we came to New York."

As they were talking, a "bang" suddenly came from the next table, and a glass rolled to Jerry's feet.

Jerry frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw four young men sitting at the next table, dressed extravagantly. The leader was a Native American man in his twenties, wearing smoky makeup and a nose ring. The other three black men were similarly dressed. The four of them seemed high, their spirits excited.

The leading man had a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at Jerry sideways. He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm at Jerry's feet and shouted arrogantly, "Hey, kid, pick up the glass!"

Catherine's face darkened, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly. She looked at the next table with a cold expression. Her good mood was disturbed by these bastards after finally going out with Jerry.

Jerry gently patted the back of Catherine's hand, signaling her not to be angry. The corners of his mouth curved into a seemingly gentle smile, but his eyes flashed with cold light. He said calmly, "I'll do it."

Jerry glanced at the glass on the ground, his eyes calmly sweeping over the four people at the next table. He keenly noticed a faint magical fluctuation emanating from them.

"Wizards?" Jerry sneered inwardly. It seemed he had encountered a group of guys who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth.

"F*ck, kid, are you deaf? I'm talking to you!" The Native American man was furious when he saw Jerry ignoring him. He slammed the table and pointed at Jerry's nose, cursing loudly.

The other three black men also chimed in, even looking Jerry up and down, whistling at him.

"Hehe, are you sure you want me to pick it up?" Jerry's voice was very soft, but it seemed to carry a magical power, causing the originally noisy four to quiet down instantly. A sense of inexplicable fear surged into their hearts. "Sorry, I don't understand the language you're speaking, n*gger. Remember to speak Portuguese next time we meet!"

As Jerry's voice fell, the surrounding scene seemed to freeze. The noise in the cafe and the traffic on the street, all sounds seemed to be muted, disappearing without a trace.

The Native American man was horrified to find that he couldn't move. His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only stare wide-eyed at Jerry, who had a kind smile on his face.

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

A faint crawling sound was particularly clear in the silent space. The Native American man was horrified to find that countless colorful poisonous snakes had crawled all over their bodies at some point.

The cold snake bodies wrapped around their limbs, and the rough snake scales rubbed against their skin, making them shudder.

Even more terrifying was that the poisonous snakes were still crawling on them, some burrowing into their nostrils and ears, some crawling down their throats through their mouths, and some even opening their bloody mouths, tearing their skin and burrowing into the wounds.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." The leading Native American man struggled, but all his efforts were in vain. He watched helplessly as the poisonous snakes danced wildly on his body like the tentacles of a devil, each touch bringing endless pain and fear.

This pain was like being burned by fire, fear was like a ghost in the dark, and despair was like an abyss, ruthlessly devouring him completely. If he could, he longed to faint and let all this pain and fear temporarily leave him. But to his despair, his consciousness became clearer and clearer. He could clearly feel the traces of each poisonous snake crawling on his body, and each pain was as sharp as a knife.

This pain, fear, and despair were infinitely amplified in his mind, as if to tear him to pieces.

His three companions were also plunged into endless fear. They couldn't move, couldn't even cry for help, and could only watch helplessly as they were devoured bit by bit by the poisonous snakes, their eyes gradually becoming empty and desperate.

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you four?!" The waiter suddenly became alert and approached, discovering that the four of them were pale, their eyes wide, filled with empty despair, their bodies twisting and struggling in their seats.

"Huff... huff... huff..." The four of them gasped for breath at the same time, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell. Their legs were limp and powerless to stand up. The waiter's voice was like a ray of dawn, pulling them back to reality from that terrible illusion.

They found that the surroundings had returned to normal, the noise in the store had returned, and the poisonous snakes that had ravaged them had disappeared without a trace, even the wounds left by the poisonous snake bites had disappeared.

The waiter glanced at the mess beneath them, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "What people? I don't know them. You guys get out of here, don't cause me any trouble!" After speaking, he unceremoniously kicked the four people who couldn't even stand steadily out of the cafe.

When the four were unceremoniously kicked out of the cafe, the surrounding passersby immediately cast strange glances, and whispers mixed with laughter rose and fell.

Despite being in the scorching summer sun, their pants were soaked. It was the urine they had uncontrollably discharged under the horror just now. A breeze blew, and the men felt a chill in their crotches.

"Damn it, what the hell was that guy just now? It was terrifying!" The men lowered their heads, supporting each other, and barely made it to a deserted corner. Their legs were still trembling, unable to support the weight of their bodies.

"Keep this a secret, and don't mention it to anyone in the future!" The leading Native American man's voice was still trembling, his lips were pale, but his face was gloomy as if water could drip from it.

His three black lackeys looked at each other, swallowed, and nodded.