Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"Alright, kids, we need to head back now, we still have to pick up Harry later!" Mr. Weasley announced cheerfully, hugging the new toaster oven Jerry had gifted him.

The group entered the fireplace in order, heading towards the Burrow.

Jerry stood in the fireplace, his arms pressed tightly against his sides, feeling the countless fireplace images around him flash by like shooting stars, so fast it was almost dazzling. A strange sense of dizziness gradually welled up in his heart, and he had to close his eyes tightly to resist the nauseating spinning sensation. Jerry almost lost his balance, nearly falling face-first onto the ground.

After regaining his footing, Jerry looked around, and the warm scene of the Burrow came into view. He noticed Ron sitting at a gleaming wooden table, and next to him sat two red-haired young men he had never met before, waiting with a friendly demeanor.

"Jerry, let me introduce you," Ron said quickly, stepping forward to help the slightly disheveled Jerry, smiling, "These two are my brothers, Bill and Charlie!"

"Are you alright?" The young man closer to Jerry—Charlie—raised a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, extending a large, strong hand. There was a large scar left by a burn on his arm. "I'm Charlie. Ron and George have mentioned you before. I'm glad to finally meet you!"

Charlie's build was similar to his twin brothers, George and Fred, but he was sturdier and stronger than Percy and Ron.

Next, Bill also got up and shook hands with Jerry. He was different from the other Weasley brothers, with his long hair carefully tied into a ponytail that hung down behind his head. He wore a delicate earring, from which hung a small fan-shaped ornament, swaying gently with his movements, as if he were at a rock concert.

At this moment, Ginny arrived upon hearing the commotion. Her steps were light and eager. Seeing Jerry and Hermione, she quickly stepped forward to greet them. She curiously inquired about Harry's whereabouts, turning her gaze to Mr. Arthur Weasley, expecting a definite answer.

"He'll be here soon!" Fred interjected in a timely manner, a mischievous smile on his face, deliberately drawing out his tone, "Of course, Ginny, if you really can't wait, joining us to pick him up from the Dursleys' house is also a good option!"

Ginny's cheeks flushed red instantly upon hearing this. Then she grabbed Hermione and left the Burrow, heading to the small garden outside.

"Hello, Jerry," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, coming out of the kitchen and seeing Jerry.

Just then, on the second-floor landing, a door was quietly opened, and a face peeked out from behind the door. Percy, wearing horn-rimmed glasses, revealed obvious impatience in his expression.

"Oh, it's you, Jerry," Percy's voice was tinged with helplessness. "I thought it was George and Ron making noise again. You know, I'm busy writing a crucial report for the office, but these constant interruptions make it difficult for me to stay focused."

Jerry looked at Percy, who seemed to be expecting someone to ask about the report's content, and couldn't help but smile, saying, "So, Percy, what important matter are you busy with?"

Percy finally got the question he had been waiting for, and his face immediately beamed with pride.

"I am meticulously preparing a report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation," he said proudly. "We plan to implement a strict standard to test the thickness of cauldron walls. Recently, it was discovered that the bottoms of some cauldrons imported from abroad are too thin, and their leakage rate is increasing at an alarming rate of three percent per year."

"Jerry, ignore him!" Ron quickly interjected, then turned his gaze to Percy, "Hey, Percy, your report is really amazing. The cauldron leakage problem might actually spark a revolution!"

Percy's face flushed slightly with anger at Ron's words.

"Jerry, let's talk again sometime," Percy then looked at Ron, "You can mock me all you want, Ron."

"But this issue cannot be ignored. We must promote international legislation, otherwise the market will be flooded with those inferior, thin-bottomed, easily damaged cauldrons, which is a great threat to our safety and efficiency!" With that, he turned around angrily, and the bedroom door slammed shut.

Upon entering the room, the first thing that caught the eye was a poster of the Chudley Cannons—Ron's favorite Quidditch team. On the windowsill sat a goldfish bowl, but it housed a surprisingly large, slightly comical frog.

At this moment, the gray little owl that Sirius had given Ron was jumping around in its cage, chirping crisply, as if welcoming Jerry's arrival.

"Quiet, Pigwidgeon," Ron scolded softly. This small space miraculously fit five beds, making it seem exceptionally cramped.

"Fred and George are staying here for the time being, too. Bill and Charlie requisitioned their room," Ron explained. "As for Percy, he insists on having a room to himself, saying it's for his work."

Speaking of which, Ron looked Jerry up and down, frowning slightly: "I have to tell Dad to lengthen your bed a bit, at least so you can lie down comfortably!"

Ron was a little depressed. You're the same age as everyone else, how can you be so much taller than us, even vaguely surpassing the twins.

"Really, no need to bother, Ron," Jerry shook his head lightly, looking around at the slightly cramped space. "I'll just go back to sleep, I'll come find you guys to gather tomorrow morning!"

Jerry felt that his big bed at Dumbledore's old house was more comfortable. He should take Hermione back to the old house to rest tonight!

"That's fine, but you have to promise not to be late!" Ron didn't insist too much, after all, he also felt that adding Harry and Jerry, five people in one room was really too crowded!

Then, the two walked downstairs together. Ron stayed in the living room, waiting for Harry to arrive, while Jerry went to the small garden outside, where he saw Hermione and Ginny leisurely enjoying the greenery.

"Where's Crookshanks?" Jerry looked around, asking curiously.

"Oh, he probably went into the bushes again," Hermione replied with a smile. "Crookshanks is particularly interested in gnomes, always chasing after them, probably because he's never seen such interesting little creatures before."