Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Jefferson Pickworth's face was a colorful palette, turning green and white, clearly not expecting Jerry to be so nonchalant. He gnashed his teeth, trying to put on the air of a host, but looking more like a strutting, cowardly rooster.

"Jefferson!" Seraphina Pickworth hurried over, snatched the wand from his hand, and scolded him with disappointment, "Carmen, take him away and let him clear his head!"

Without a word, Carmen supported the red-faced, still-yelling Jefferson and led him away from the banquet hall.

Seraphina Pickworth sighed helplessly, comforted a few disturbed guests, and then came to Jerry's table to sit down, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, Jerry, you had to see that. I will definitely discipline him later!"

Jerry smiled casually, as if the farce just now was just an insignificant interlude: "Don't worry, I won't hold it against a child."

He didn't take Jefferson Pickworth seriously at all. A spoiled son of a wealthy family who flaunted his power didn't even have the right to make him angry.

Seraphina Pickworth gave a wry smile. Who are the children here!

"Seraphina, who are these two?" An old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face walked over with a wine glass, his cloudy eyes sizing up Jerry and Catherine.

"My friend's grandson," Seraphina Pickworth frowned slightly, seemingly displeased by the old man's appearance, but still politely introduced, "Jerry, this is Speaker Johnson of the Congress."

"Hello, young friends, it's a pleasure to meet you." Speaker Johnson gave what he thought was a kind smile, and reached out to shake Jerry's hand.

In the instant of letting go, his withered index finger lightly scratched Jerry's palm.

A nauseating, decaying aura came from his fingertip, and Jerry barely suppressed the urge to extract this old thing's soul and roast it with Fiendfyre, withdrawing his hand without a word, feeling a wave of nausea in his heart.

Damn old bastard, Jerry was disgusted!

"Johnson, if you have something to discuss, let's go to the office. Don't disturb the young people's fun." Seraphina Pickworth seemed to notice Jerry's disgust and subtly led Speaker Johnson away from the banquet hall.

"Your Excellency, do you remember the Fallen One on the cruise ship?" Catherine leaned close to Jerry's ear and said in a low voice, "This matter is definitely related to this Speaker Johnson!"

"I know." A trace of coldness flashed in Jerry's eyes, his tone icy and devoid of warmth, "You don't need to worry about this matter anymore. His life has entered its countdown!"

Jerry vowed to give him a death that would shock the wizarding world!

The banquet continued, but now the nobles and Ministry of Magic officials were busy socializing with each other, and no one paid much attention to Jerry and Catherine, two unfamiliar faces.

The light from the crystal chandeliers cascaded down like a waterfall, illuminating the banquet hall as if it were daytime.

Amidst the rustling of silk and the glittering of hair ornaments, elegantly dressed men and women held wine glasses, wearing false and enthusiastic smiles as they moved through the crowd.

In a corner of the banquet hall, Albert and Jefferson Pickworth's three black henchmen sat upright, trying to minimize their presence.

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As the evening banquet gradually faded away, Seraphina Pickworth saw off the last guest and called Jefferson Pickworth into the study alone.

"Grandmother, you wanted to see me?" Jefferson Pickworth lowered his head, nervously twisting his fingers, his hair covering most of his face.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you so late?" Seraphina heavily placed the teacup on the brass tabletop, splashing tea onto the exquisitely carved tablecloth.

Seeing that Seraphina was truly angry, Jefferson shrank back and muttered softly, "Is it because of the banquet?"

"Hmph!" Seraphina snorted coldly, her sharp gaze seeming to pin Jefferson to the wall. "You still have the nerve to say it!"

"I know I was wrong. I was impulsive today and shouldn't have embarrassed you in front of the guests!" Jefferson's head drooped even lower, his voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Fool! You still don't know what you did wrong!" Seraphina suddenly stood up, trembling with anger, pointing at Jefferson's nose and scolding him, "Do you even know what stupid things you've done!"

Jefferson was startled by his grandmother's sudden outburst of anger. He shrank back, but still stubbornly retorted, "It's just Jerry Green, this isn't England! Why did you have Uncle Carmen drag me away today!"

"You!" Seraphina felt a surge of anger rushing to her head, her vision blurring. She trembled as she pointed at Jefferson, unable to speak for a long time.

"Shut up, you self-righteous fool," Seraphina grabbed a book from the table and threw it hard at Jefferson, "I was saving you!"

The heavy hardcover book brushed past Jefferson's ear and slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang.

Jefferson's face turned pale with fright, but he still stubbornly stuck out his neck, refusing to admit defeat.

Each force behind Jerry Green is not simple. Not to mention Dumbledore, as Seraphina knew, Grindelwald had not been staying in Nurmengard honestly! Seraphina didn't believe that Jerry and Grindelwald had no connection!

Even the girl who came with Jerry today, claiming to be Jerry's fiancée, might be a member of the Apostle organization. Even the Magical Congress has very little information about this mysterious organization!

"For the next two days, you will stay here honestly and not go anywhere!" Seraphina pointed at Jefferson's nose and warned sternly, "If you dare to step out of this house, don't blame me for disowning you as my grandson!"

The next day, Jerry found Andre Albert and told him that he and Catherine had decided to return to England tomorrow.

"Your Excellency, why are you in such a hurry to go back?" Andre Albert's tone was a little surprised.

"I have other things to do back there!" Jerry said, "You took care of those people in the basement, right!"

Andre looked confused: "How exactly should I handle it?"

"How to handle it? Do I need to teach you? Is this your first day joining the Apostles?" Hearing Andre's question, Jerry glared at him, "Or do you want the bodies of those people... I'll give them to you? Anyway, they all look the same with the lights off!"

The few death row inmates in the basement were already dead beyond dead. Their souls were almost minced by Jerry with the Elder Wand!

Forget it, Andre Albert shuddered violently and shook his head. He had always been a loyal man who was only interested in married noblewomen!