Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

In the Burrow's small garden, Jerry was teasing Crookshanks. Soon, the warm air from the fireplace inside the house, along with subtle sounds, quietly spread outside.

Ginny heard this and ran towards the living room with a light step. Jerry and Hermione followed closely behind. Sure enough, Harry had arrived. He was animatedly talking with Fred about something.

"Hi, Jerry, Hermione," Harry said excitedly after hugging Ginny, noticing Jerry and Hermione walking in from outside. "Long time no see!"

However, before they could catch up, a faint but clear cracking sound suddenly echoed in the air. Immediately after, Mr. Weasley seemed to pop out of thin air, appearing right next to George, his expression unusually angry.

"What exactly happened?" Jerry asked, his face full of curiosity.

Harry lowered his voice and replied, "Fred just gave Dudley a 'Fatt Tongue Toffee,' a new product he and George developed, at the Dursleys' house. As a result... Dudley's tongue swelled up without any warning!"

"This is utterly ridiculous, Fred!" Mr. Weasley's voice was full of reproach. "What on earth did you give that Muggle child?"

Fred wore a sly smile and innocently shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't give it to him directly. It just accidentally fell on the ground, and who knew he'd pick it up and eat it himself? Dad, it was purely an accident, wasn't it?"

"You did it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley's roar almost shook the entire room.

"How was the Fatt Tongue Toffee's effect?" George asked eagerly, as he really wanted to know how the Fatt Tongue Toffee worked.

"That kid's tongue swelled up to be over four feet long. His parents finally agreed to let me help him fix it!"

Upon hearing this, the Weasley twins burst into triumphant laughter once again, and even Harry secretly chuckled. Dudley deserved it!

"This is not a joke!" Mr. Weasley's voice rose again, sounding extremely serious. "This behavior severely damages the harmonious relationship between wizards and Muggles! I've spent my entire life trying to eliminate prejudice and abuse of Muggles by wizards, and yet my own sons..."

"I didn't do it because he's a Muggle!" Fred argued indignantly.

"Yeah, we pranked him because he always likes to bully others," George added. "Ask Harry if you don't believe us!"

"They're right, Mr. Weasley," Harry quickly explained to Mr. Weasley on behalf of George and Fred.

"But that's not the point!" Mr. Weasley's tone was full of helplessness. "You two, just wait, I'm going to tell your mother!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Weasley's figure appeared along with the sounds of bustling from the kitchen. She had a warm smile on her face and greeted Harry kindly first, then turned her gentle but slightly questioning gaze to her husband: "Arthur, tell me, what's going on?"

Mr. Weasley looked hesitant. Harry could clearly feel that although he was unhappy with Fred and George's behavior, he didn't want to tell his wife about it. He looked nervously at Mrs. Weasley, and a subtle tension and silence filled the air.

"Tell me, Arthur, what happened?" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang out again, this time more sternly, with an air of undeniable authority.

Mr. Weasley looked a little uneasy, and he replied vaguely, "It's nothing serious, Molly. I've already given Fred and George a proper scolding."

"What trouble have they gotten into this time?" Mrs. Weasley asked, her voice revealing a hint of worry. "It's not related to that 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' again, is it?"

Hearing this, Harry curiously turned to Ginny beside him and asked, "What's Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

Ginny lowered her voice and explained, "Mum accidentally found a pile of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room. Those order forms were full of all sorts of weird things they invented—fake wands, magical candies, and all sorts of funny little gadgets. We always thought the explosions in their room were just the result of them playing around, but we didn't expect they were actually making these things."

"But to be honest, most of those gadgets... no, I should say all of them, are a bit dangerous," Ron added. "They plan to take these gadgets to Hogwarts to sell, to make another fortune, just like when they sold Lightning Bolt scar stickers last semester."

Harry thought their idea was good, at least he wouldn't run into someone with the same scar as him as soon as he left his dormitory at school! He glared at Jerry somewhat dejectedly, hearing the twins say that the idea of them selling stickers was Jerry's idea!

Thinking of this, Harry touched the scar on his forehead, feeling a bit of pain again!

"Mum was absolutely furious when she found out," Ginny continued. "She warned them not to make these kinds of gadgets again, and even burned their order forms to ashes. Mum has been angry with George and Fred, and Fred and George's O.W.L. results last semester also disappointed Mum terribly."

Ordinary Wizarding Level exams are referred to as O.W.L.s, which fifth-year Hogwarts students take.

"That time, Mum and George argued fiercely," Ginny continued. "Mum hopes they can work in the Ministry of Magic in the future like Dad, with a stable and decent career. But the twins firmly told Mum that their dream is to open a magical joke shop full of laughter, instead of sitting in an office day after day."

Perhaps realizing that there were guests present, Mrs. Weasley gave the twins a stern scolding before hurrying back to the kitchen.

"Harry, how was your summer?" Hermione asked with concern, while also adding, "Did you receive the sugar-free cake I sent you? How was it?"

"I received it, Hermione, thank you so much," Harry replied with a smile, his eyes full of gratitude.

At this moment, Ron seemingly inadvertently gently pushed Ginny away, causing Ginny to stomp her foot in dissatisfaction, looking resentful. After all, he wanted to ask about Sirius, and Ginny not knowing the truth would be troublesome.

"Harry, did you write to Sirius at all during the summer?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Harry nodded gently, confirming this.

"Since you came to the Burrow, you've touched your forehead more times than you did in the entire last school year," Jerry said with a smile.

"Okay, Jerry, as expected, nothing can be hidden from you," Harry said softly after a moment of silence, sighing gently.

The group moved outside, and in the gentle breeze, Harry confided to Jerry about his worries of frequently dreaming of Voldemort and the faint pain in the scar on his forehead.

"In your dream, besides Voldemort, who else is there?" Jerry's brows furrowed slightly.

"There's also…" Harry closed his eyes, trying to recall the fragments of those dreams. "There's also Wormtail, just the two of them, no, there's also an old man lying on the ground!"

Jerry nodded slightly upon hearing this, as if digesting the information.

"This matter, Harry, have you told anyone else, like Dumbledore?" Saying this, Hermione turned her gaze to Jerry, seeking support, "I think we should tell him."

"No," Harry shook his head, "but I wrote to Sirius, telling him about my dreams and the fact that my scar started hurting again."

"Jerry…" The three of them turned their gazes to Jerry at the same time, seemingly wanting him to make the decision.

“Let's wait a bit!” Jerry pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, “Let's wait for Sirius's reply and see what he says. Anyway, Voldemort isn't likely to come running here right now!”

“Exactly, that's what I was thinking too!” Harry chimed in.

The group returned to the house, only to find Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, completely swamped and clearly at her wit's end.

“Arthur and I decided we'll have dinner outside in the garden,” Mrs. Weasley said with a hint of helplessness as they entered the kitchen. “There's just no room for everyone in here. Ginny and Hermione, could you please take these plates outside? Bill and Charlie are already setting up the table.”

She then instructed Ron and Harry: “You two, go get the cutlery.” At the same time, Mrs. Weasley attempted a simple spell to automatically peel the potatoes in the sink, but she accidentally used too much power, causing the potato peels to fly around like out-of-control pixies, sticking to the walls and ceiling, while the potatoes rolled onto the floor.

“Oh, Merlin's beard!” she exclaimed in frustration.

Just then, Jerry lightly waved his hand, and the dustpan nearby seemed to come to life, gliding swiftly and accurately across the floor, quickly collecting the rolling potatoes one by one.

As expected of a substitute English teacher, even in the wizarding world, culinary magic is incomparable to that in America!

“Thank you, dear!” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. “Lovely wandless magic!”

“If only Fred and George were as sensible as you!” Mrs. Weasley's smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, and she couldn't help but complain, pulling out numerous pots and pans from the cupboard. “I'm so worried about their future. They have no ambition whatsoever and spend all their time causing trouble and making mischief.”

As Mrs. Weasley spoke, she heavily placed a large, brass stew pot on the kitchen table. Then, with a flick of her wand, a creamy sauce spurted out from the tip.

“They're not stupid, actually,” Mrs. Weasley said, placing the stew pot securely on the stove, and with another gentle tap of her wand, the fire instantly ignited, illuminating her worried face. “But they never use their cleverness for anything good. Unless they quickly see the error of their ways, they'll get into serious trouble sooner or later. The number of tattling owls flying from Hogwarts to our house is more than the entire student body combined. If they keep going like this, they'll eventually be caught by the Improper Use of Magic Office and sent to Azkaban.”

With that, Mrs. Weasley waved her wand again, aiming at the drawer where the knives were kept. The drawer sprang open, and with a gasp, Harry and Ron quickly dodged. Several sharp knives leaped out of the drawer, nimbly darting through the kitchen, slicing and dicing the potatoes automatically.

“I truly don't understand where we went wrong with their upbringing,” Mrs. Weasley said, dejectedly putting down her wand and struggling to pull out a few more stew pots, her face even more troubled. “Over the years, there's always been one thing or another happening at home. They simply don't listen to advice. This is wrong, that's not right!”

As she reached for her wand on the table, it suddenly let out a high-pitched, piercing shriek, instantly transforming into a giant rubber rat, hopping and jumping on the table.

“Another prank by Fred and George!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed angrily. “How many times have I warned them not to leave these ridiculous things lying around!”

Seeing this, Ron quickly grabbed a handful of cutlery from the opened drawer and pulled Jerry and Harry out of the kitchen. “Let's go help Bill and Charlie prepare dinner.”

The three hurriedly left the kitchen, passed through the back door, and entered the tranquil and vibrant garden.

Crookshanks darted happily through the garden, his bottle-brush tail held high, enthusiastically chasing a comical gnome. The gnome was covered in mud, looking ridiculously like a running potato, giggling as he ran.

Just then, a dull thud echoed from the other side of the house, instantly drawing everyone's attention. They quickly walked over and found Bill and Charlie, each wielding their wands, controlling two old tables that were flying and colliding in the air, each trying to knock the other's table out of the sky.

A moment later, with a resounding “thwack,” Bill's table accurately struck Charlie's table, causing the latter to lose its balance in the air, and a table leg snapped off.

“It's a Weasley family pre-dinner tradition!” Ron explained with a laugh.

Jerry: I don't understand it, but I'm deeply impressed!

Around seven o'clock, the Weasley family, along with Jerry, Harry, and Hermione, sat down around the table, enjoying dinner under the clear, deep-blue night sky.

At the table, the warm atmosphere was tinged with snippets of news from the outside world. Jerry quietly listened to Percy's conversation with Mr. Weasley, who were engrossed in work-related discussions. Percy mentioned the disappearance of Bertha Jorkins, saying that after Bertha Jorkins went to Albania, she seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the table.

“Mum, don't worry. The people at the bank value my work ability and results more. As for my personal appearance, they don't really care, as long as I can bring back enough treasure,” Bill said patiently to Mrs. Weasley.

“This hair of yours, it really needs some tidying up,” Mrs. Weasley said, shaking her head gently, while tenderly stroking Bill's hair. “Let me trim it a bit for you, dear, it's too long!”

Bill smiled helplessly; he was used to his mother's nagging.

At this moment, Ginny, who was sitting next to Bill, couldn't help but interject, supporting Bill with a smile: “Mum, don't worry about it. Bill is fine as he is, he has his own style.”

Next to Mrs. Weasley, the twins Fred and George were enthusiastically discussing the Quidditch World Cup with Charlie, occasionally bursting into exaggerated laughter, cheering for their team.

Ron and Harry listened silently, occasionally chiming in with a word or two.

Honestly, Jerry really liked the current atmosphere. The family was gathered together in the garden, enjoying the cool evening breeze, sharing a delicious dinner under the summer stars, which made him feel incredibly warm and relaxed.

As night fell, Mr. Weasley lit a few candles in the garden, re-illuminating the gradually darkening space. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on everyone's faces.

Dessert time after dinner was always the most anticipated. The sweet fragrance of vanilla ice cream filled the air, and the cool air mingled with the scent of grass and honeysuckle unique to summer nights, tantalizing everyone's taste buds. Jerry couldn't help but scoop a large spoonful into his mouth,眯着眼睛 with satisfaction.

Feeling quite full, Jerry stood up contentedly and walked to a bench in the garden, where Hermione was sitting, quietly watching the scenery.

Jerry sat down beside her, and Hermione naturally leaned on his shoulder. Neither of them spoke, simply enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

Several gnomes were being chased by Crookshanks, running quickly through the rose bushes while laughing wildly, adding a touch of liveliness to the quiet night.

Hermione was amused by their comical appearance, and Jerry couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, Jerry truly felt content from the bottom of his heart.