Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

New York, Long Island, Pikkokerry Villa.

The door of the study was pushed open violently, Carmen Pikkokerry's face was full of anxiety, and the newspaper in his hand was crumpled.

"Mother, something big has happened!" Carmen walked quickly to Seraphina's desk, slapped the newspaper on the table, "Speaker Johnson, this morning at the parliament, suddenly... exploded!"

"Explosion?" Seraphina frowned, put down the quill in her hand, picked up the newspaper, and a huge headline came into view: Horror at the Capitol! The Speaker explodes on the spot during his speech and dies on the spot!

In the photo on the newspaper, Speaker Johnson held his head in his hands, curled up painfully on the podium, and the surrounding congressmen were panicked, trying to step forward but were bounced away by an invisible force.

The next second, Speaker Johnson's head exploded like a bomb, blood and brains splattered, staining the podium red, and the surrounding congressmen were blown to pieces, a tragic sight.

Seraphina took a deep breath, trying to suppress the shock in her heart, but her tone remained calm, "What did the Aurors say? Have they found out the cause?"

"The Congress says it was a magical surge," Carmen's voice trembled slightly, "But Mother, Speaker Johnson is older than you, how could he die from a magical surge in his body?"

"Who can say for sure about magic?" Seraphina threw the newspaper back on the table, tapping the surface lightly with her fingers, "The global wizard magical surge more than a year ago, hasn't the reason been found out yet?"

"But... why only him this time, and why did it happen at the parliament in the Capitol?" Seraphina raised her head, her eyes sharp, "Carmen, Jerry Green? Has he left the United States?"

"He left yesterday, on a cruise ship, he should be in international waters now," Carmen replied.

"Mother, does this have anything to do with him?"

Seraphina did not answer, she walked to the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside, a sense of unease welled up in her heart.

It shouldn't have anything to do with Jerry, after all, he's just a child now!

At the same time, on the vast Atlantic Ocean, a luxurious cruise ship was splitting waves and heading towards Europe.

Jerry Green stood on the deck, looking at the newspaper in his hand, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Comfortable!

"I can see that, Your Majesty, you are in a good mood!" Catherine walked gracefully, her tone revealing a bit of perceptive sensitivity.

Jerry smiled, handed the newspaper in his hand to Catherine, and said casually: "Not bad!"

But when he saw the beast-like pupils with no human emotion, he understood.

Nagini had been completely occupied by the nature of the beast, untamable, and had forgotten that she was once a human.

"Come here." Jerry tried to call her, unexpectedly, Nagini actually obeyed his call and slowly crawled to his side, opening her mouth, motionless.

"You... recognize me?" Jerry asked Nagini in Parseltongue, surprised.

Unfortunately, Nagini did not give any response.

Jerry took out the potion that suppresses the blood curse and carefully dripped a few drops of the potion into Nagini's mouth, hoping to awaken her human mind.

However, even if he poured a whole bottle of potion into her mouth, Nagini still did not respond.

Jerry gave up helplessly.

This kind of potion usually only needs one or two spoons to suppress the blood curse, but now he gave Nagini so much but it had no effect, it seems she is beyond saving!

Nagini's fate is indeed lamentable. She was bound by the blood curse when she was young, living in loneliness and fear, always on guard against being captured by pure-blood nobles to become a plaything, and when she was old, she met Voldemort and was made into a Horcrux!

Tsk tsk, life is just a big tragic word!

Jerry stood in front of the rusty gate, which was almost obscured by the lush ivy, leaving only a sliver of a gap.

Pushing the door open, he was immediately surrounded by the cave-like darkness inside the house, and a stale and rotten smell instantly invaded his nostrils.

He stepped into the corridor, and although the large straight lattice windows on both sides had been covered with dust for a long time, they still brought a glimmer of light to this dark space, allowing him to barely make out the road under his feet.

Going up to the second floor along the winding stairs, a door was half-open, revealing a flickering light.

The light cast an orange-yellow shadow on the dark floor, dancing like a ghost.

Nagini, the huge snake, clung to Jerry's heels, and the low hiss of her crawling was particularly clear in this quiet and oppressive environment.

"Wormtail, go open the door, our friend is here!" A cold, hoarse voice came from the room.

Peter Pettigrew trembled all over and moved his feet reluctantly, walking towards the door like a stray dog.

Opening the door, what came into his eyes was Jerry, who was covered in a black hooded robe.

"Long time no see, Peter!" Jerry's gloomy, hoarse voice came from under the black hooded robe that enveloped him, making people shudder.

"Who are you?" Peter Pettigrew couldn't see Jerry's face under the black veil, he could only frown and pretend to be calm and ask.

"What? It's only been so long, and you've forgotten your savior?" Jerry gave a contemptuous chuckle, "Speaking of which, you still have to thank me, after all, without me, how could you have escaped from Hogwarts!"

"It really is you..." Peter Pettigrew's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he said with gritted teeth.

"Knowing is enough, some things don't need to be said!" Jerry interrupted him impatiently, his tone gloomy, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, making people shudder.

"Alright, Wormtail, let our guest in and sit down first, if you want to reminisce, find another time!" Voldemort's impatient voice came from behind the door, with an unquestionable pressure.

"Yes, Master!" Peter Pettigrew replied obsequiously, but his venomous gaze stared at Jerry, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"I hate your eyes, next time you look at me with that kind of eyes, I'll dig out your eyeballs and stuff them in your mouth!" Jerry's tone was calm, but the gloomy tone was extremely oppressive, making people not doubt the truth of his words, "I always do what I say! If you don't believe me, ask your master and you'll know!"