Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

“You're right, but…” Jerry shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Voldemort's terrifying, snake-like face, a wave of revulsion washing over him.

He would never turn himself into such a monstrous, inhuman figure for the sake of immortality. The current Voldemort could only cling to life with the help of Nagini's venom!

“Heh heh,” Voldemort didn't mind Jerry's disgust. His hoarse voice sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. “Those who enter Slytherin and possess extraordinary talent cannot be without ambition. In pursuit of power, to achieve their goals, they will spare no cost. In the end, you and I are actually the same kind of people!”

“It's too early to draw conclusions!” Jerry frowned slightly, still quite fond of his upright nose!

“What do you need me to do?” Jerry was too lazy to pay attention to Voldemort's insane ramblings and asked directly.

“I said, there's nothing big that requires your help,” Voldemort shook his head, a glint of coldness flashing in his scarlet, serpentine eyes. “However, I will have Barty Crouch Jr. use Polyjuice Potion to impersonate Mad-Eye Alastor Moody. He will help Harry Potter win the Triwizard Tournament trophy. But, in case of any unexpected circumstances, I hope you can lend him a hand. You don't need to worry about the rest!”

“Of course, when necessary, you must help us delay Dumbledore!”

“Fool, he will keep our secret,” Voldemort said in a low voice, full of disdain. “I've said it before, he and I are actually the same kind of person. Even if there is a blood relationship, so what? Didn't I kill the Riddle family? If one day your father discovers our plan, would you still be unable to bring yourself to do it?”

“No, of course not. I can't wait for him to die immediately!” Barty Crouch Jr. roared excitedly, his eyes flashing with a crazy light. “That old man, he doesn't deserve to be my father at all. He only cares about his reputation and status and has never cared about me!”

“Very good, Barty, you haven't disappointed me,” Voldemort said in an appreciative tone. “As long as you do things well for me, I will definitely give you everything you want, including your father's life!”

“Thank you, Master!” Barty Crouch Jr. knelt on the ground excitedly, his eyes full of fanaticism and worship. “When the time comes, I think I will definitely enjoy killing my father!”

… …

Godric's Hollow. Jerry pushed open the door of the house. Contrary to his expectations of a dusty scene, the whole house was very clean.

He put down his luggage and looked around. On the coffee table in the hall, there was an open copy of "Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5" and some of Hermione's other belongings.

“Hermione…” Jerry murmured, Hermione's expectant face appearing in his mind.

He turned and walked towards the study on the second floor. The desk was piled with letters, most of which were sent by Fleur, carrying a strong French perfume. Fortunately, these envelopes had no signs of being opened.

There was also a letter from Harry asking for help, which startled Jerry.

Jerry opened Harry's letter and saw that the Dursleys were trying to get Harry's cousin, Dudley Dursley, to lose weight. To make Dudley Dursley feel better, they also gave Harry very little food, causing him to go hungry every day.

Jerry was speechless. Didn't you have a godfather who was a murderer and a fugitive? Take it out to scare and intimidate the Dursleys! Leaving Hogwarts doesn't mean you can't use magic, but it doesn't mean you can't use your brain!

Jerry threw Harry's letter far away, then casually picked up a letter from Fleur. The envelope was written in delicate handwriting, all asking when he would return to England and urging him to reply as soon as he returned. She also said that she would give Jerry a surprise next semester. Jerry knew what Fleur was talking about… Hopefully, it won't be a scare. Hogwarts already has Hermione and Catherine, and Fleur will be coming next semester… Alas, Jerry shook his head, pretending to be troubled. It's time to show off his real skills!

He pulled out a piece of stationery, picked up a quill, and began to reply to Fleur: “Fleur, I have arrived safely in England and couldn't wait to write to you as soon as I got off the boat…”

… …

With a “boom!” and a burst of flames, the fire in the fireplace of the Granger's house flashed, and Jerry used Floo Powder to arrive at the Granger's house.

“Cough cough!” Jerry waved his hand, dispelling the smoke in front of him, his face smeared with charcoal ash, like a funny clown.

“It's you, kid!” Mr. Granger sat on the sofa next to the fireplace, holding a newspaper in his hand. Seeing Jerry like this, his eyes were full of displeasure. “Don't you wizards have a normal mode of transportation?”

“Uh, Mr. Granger, you're right. I also hate this method of wizards, even if it's very convenient!” Jerry smiled awkwardly and wiped the charcoal ash on his face, but he found that he was smearing it more and more.

“Jerry, you're back!” A rush of footsteps came from upstairs. Hermione ran down excitedly from upstairs, ignoring the gray stains on Jerry's body, and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Cough!” Mr. Granger coughed heavily, put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked at Jerry with increasingly unkind eyes.

After hearing her father's cough, Hermione quickly pulled herself out of Jerry's embrace, and then, with a hint of panic and shyness, took Jerry's hand and hurried upstairs, heading straight for her room.

“Jerry, when did you come back to England?” As soon as she entered the room, Hermione quickly and quietly closed the door, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently unfolded it, and carefully wiped away the ash that had just been on Jerry's face from the fireplace.

“Just now. As soon as I returned to Godric's Hollow and put down my luggage, I couldn't wait to come and find you!” Jerry gently patted Hermione's back, his words full of tenderness and sweetness, his voice as soft as the drizzle in spring, capable of nourishing the softest parts of people's hearts.

“Really?”

“Of course, how could I lie to you? My luggage is still in the living room!” Jerry's tone of voice highlighted sincerity. Seeing Jerry's sincere appearance, regardless of whether others believed it or not, she believed it!