Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

In the old Dumbledore house, Jerry felt like he had just fallen asleep on his bed when he was gently awakened by Hermione's soft hand.

"Wake up, Jerry, it's time to get up!" Hermione said softly.

Jerry groggily opened his eyes and saw Hermione standing by the bed, fully dressed, holding a set of his clothes in her hand.

"What, is it time already?" Jerry rubbed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, we need to hurry!" Hermione placed the clothes on the bedside table, turned and walked to the window, and pulled open the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, it was still pitch black, with only a few stars stubbornly twinkling with faint light.

Jerry yawned and reluctantly got out of bed to get dressed.

"Go downstairs first, I'll be right there."

Hermione nodded, turned and walked out of the room, gently closing the door.

Jerry quickly got dressed, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Hermione had already prepared breakfast on the table.

"Hermione, it's still early, we have time!" Jerry picked up a piece of warm toast and stuffed it into his mouth, "Have you already eaten?"

"Yes," Hermione nodded, placing a glass of milk next to Jerry's plate, "I already had breakfast, and then packed my luggage before waking you up!" Hermione said, getting up and walking to Jerry's side, reaching out to straighten his collar.

Jerry looked at the considerate girl in front of him, and a sense of shame suddenly涌 out in his heart. He wolfed down the food on his plate and drank the milk in his glass in one gulp.

… …

"Ready?" Jerry entered the living room, naturally took the backpack from Hermione's shoulder, and steadily carried it on his own shoulder. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This time, we don't need Floo Powder, I have a more direct way."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingers, and a subtle but powerful snap of his fingers echoed through the air, as if gently plucking an invisible magical string in the universe. Everything around them instantly became active, the objects lost their outlines in the spinning, becoming hazy and dreamlike.

Then, space and time seemed to be cleverly folded at this moment. In the blink of an eye, Jerry and Hermione's figures elegantly shuttled through the ripples of space and arrived outside the Weasley's house.

"This is… Apparition? No, Disapparition? No, the book doesn't say Disapparition has a piercing sound and a strong sense of squeezing?" Hermione looked at Jerry with some shock. She had just been standing in the living room of the old house, and the next second she appeared outside the Burrow without warning.

"You could say it's a sublimation of Disapparition," Jerry explained with a smile, "I said before, when your mastery of a spell reaches a certain level, the spell will undergo a qualitative change, just like today!"

Hermione pouted and looked at Jerry. She understood the principle, but wasn't Jerry a little too supermodel!

"Jerry, have you passed the Disapparition test?" Hermione asked softly.

Jerry shook his head. High EQ to say is that uninhibited and freedom is his natural badge, how could he be confined to a piece of paper certificate, low EQ… outlaw!

The Disapparition spell is one of the few spells that requires passing the examination of the Department of Magical Transportation of the Ministry of Magic before use. Charlie Weasley took the test twice. The first time he failed, he unfortunately deviated from the scheduled location by five miles and rode on top of an old lady who was shopping. He passed the second test.

This spell is very dangerous. A slight carelessness can lead to the phenomenon of separation. Imagine, an arm or leg, or even an eyeball, suddenly appearing on the street, how terrifying that would be, especially for Muggles who know nothing about magic! Therefore, most wizards, for safety, would rather choose a slow flying broomstick than use the Disapparition spell.

"Then Jerry, you should try to use this spell as little as possible!" Hermione sighed. Illegal Animagus was already bad enough, now there's another unlicensed Disapparition. Hermione wouldn't be surprised if Jerry was locked up in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic one day, she just hoped Merlin would bless him so Dumbledore could bail him out then.

Jerry and Hermione entered the living room, where Harry, Ron, and Ginny were sitting around the dining table eating breakfast, while the twins and Mr. Arthur Weasley were busy packing their luggage.

At this moment, Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of sternness, which made everyone present shudder: "George!"

George's expression was slightly flustered. He tried to pretend to be nonchalant, but his flickering eyes betrayed him.

"What's wrong, Mum?" George asked, pretending to be calm, but his heart was already pounding.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes were like torches, staring at George's pocket: "Tell me, what are you hiding in your pocket? Don't try to get away with it!"

"Accio!" Mrs. Weasley waved her wand gently, and the little trinkets in George's pocket seemed to be given life, jumping out one after another, drawing arcs in the air, and finally falling accurately into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched palm. George reached out to grab them in vain, but could only watch them fall into his mother's hands.

"These ghostly things again!" Mrs. Weasley's voice revealed obvious anger. She pointed angrily at the pile of colorful ton-tongue toffees, "Didn't I tell you again and again to get rid of them all?"

Obviously, the twins wanted to take the opportunity to sneak these ton-tongue toffees out of the house, but unfortunately they were discovered by Mrs. Weasley and confiscated.

At the moment of departure, a subtle sense of tension permeated the air. When Mrs. Weasley kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, the frost on her face still hadn't melted, obviously still harboring a grudge against the twins' naughty behavior. As for George and Fred, their emotions also dropped to freezing point. They didn't say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, but silently turned around and strode out of the threshold, leaving behind two stubborn and lonely figures.

"Goodbye, children, have fun, but remember to restrain yourselves," Mrs. Weasley shouted behind the twins, but neither of them stopped or turned back to give any response, leaving only a string of gradually receding footsteps, echoing in the morning air.

In the night sky, the moon still hung high, like a guardian reluctant to leave, and on the distant horizon to their right, a faint gray-green quietly spread, indicating the gentle footsteps of dawn were slowly approaching.

"Jerry, how do so many wizards gathered together ensure that they don't attract the attention of Muggles?" Harry quickened his pace and walked side by side with Jerry, his heart full of questions.

"Next semester you'll be fourth-year students, and you don't even know the Muggle Repelling Charm?" Jerry rolled his eyes at Harry.

Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Haha, what Jerry said isn't entirely right, but organizing such a grand event is indeed challenging," Mr. Weasley joined the conversation in a timely manner, explaining, "The biggest problem is that nearly 100,000 wizards will flock to England to watch the Quidditch World Cup, and we obviously can't find a large enough venue to accommodate all of them. We can't really imagine stuffing everyone into Diagon Alley, can we!"

"So we chose a remote swamp as the venue and took a series of strict measures to protect the event from being discovered by Muggles. The Muggle Repelling Charm is just one part of it, and the Ministry of Magic has been busy for months for this."

"Admittedly, some wizards choose to use Muggle transportation, but this method is limited by the number of people. After all, we can't let the Muggle public transportation system be paralyzed because of us, especially considering that wizards from all over the world will gather here. Of course, for wizards who are proficient in Apparition, they can choose this quick way. The Ministry of Magic has specially designated a series of Apparition locations far away from Muggle residential areas to ensure their safety."

"As for those wizards who are unwilling or unable to master the Apparition Charm, we have prepared Portkeys. A Portkey can instantly transfer a large number of wizards from one location to another at a preset time. Its efficiency is high enough to cope with large-scale personnel transfers. Throughout the United Kingdom, we have placed as many as two hundred such Portkeys, and the one closest to us is hidden on the summit of Stoatshead Hill, which is exactly where we are going."

Mr. Weasley spoke as he pointed into the distance. The outline of the village of Ottery St. Catchpole gradually blurred in the night, and behind it was a deep shadow.

"Portkey? What does it look like?" Harry's curiosity drove him to ask.

"Oh, they come in all sorts of forms," Mr. Weasley explained with a smile. "Of course, the Portkeys deployed this time are so inconspicuous that even if Muggles find them, they will only regard them as discarded debris and will never take a second look."

The group trudged along the dark and damp path, heading towards the village with difficulty. All around was silent, and only their own footsteps echoed in the emptiness. As they passed through the village, a faint blue light gradually appeared on the horizon, and the night seemed to be quietly fading away.

Mr. Weasley occasionally looked down at his watch, his expression revealing a bit of anxiety and anticipation.

Finally, they began the arduous journey of climbing Stoatshead Hill. The road under their feet was not flat, and hidden rabbit holes often tripped them, while the wet grass made their steps stagger.

"Whew~" Mr. Weasley stood on the top of the hill, took off his glasses, and wiped the moisture from the lenses with his Quidditch robe, panting heavily.

With Jerry's help, Hermione was the last to reach the top of the hill. Her face was slightly pale, and one of her hands was held tightly by Jerry.

"Next, we just need to find the Portkey," Mr. Weasley put his glasses back on after resting for a while, squinted his eyes, and carefully searched the ground. "It won't be very big, everyone keep your eyes peeled and look for it."

As his words fell, the crowd quickly dispersed and began a careful search. However, before long, an excited shout rang out.

"Over here, Arthur! The Portkey is here with me, come quickly!" On the other side of the hill, against the backdrop of starlight and night, two tall figures stood out.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley heard the sound, a smile blooming on his face, and then quickened his pace towards the man who called him, and the others followed suit.

A wizard with a short brown beard and a ruddy complexion came into view, holding an old boot in his hand.

"Let me introduce you all," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "This is Amos Diggory, who holds an important position in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And this, I believe everyone is familiar with, right? Cedric Diggory of Hufflepuff House."

Cedric smiled and nodded, greeting everyone one by one. Although they did not belong to the same house, they all knew each other.

"That was quite a walk, Arthur, wasn't it?" Amos Diggory asked.

"It was alright," Mr. Weasley replied with a smile. "We don't live far away, just on the other side of the village. What about you guys?"

"We both got up at two in the morning, didn't we, Cedric?" Amos Diggory looked at his son, a proud smile on his face. "Honestly, I really wish he could pass the Apparition test sooner, so we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. But then again, how could we miss an event like the Quidditch World Cup?"

Amos Diggory's gaze swept gently over the Weasley children, as well as Jerry, Harry, and Hermione. He asked curiously, "Arthur, are these all your children?"

"Oh, no," Mr. Weasley shook his head with a smile, and introduced his children one by one. "Only the redheads are mine. This is Jerry Green, this is Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger, they are all good friends of my sons."

"Harry?" Amos Diggory's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Harry Potter? It's unbelievable that I would meet you here!"

Harry was already used to the curious looks people gave him when they first met, especially when they unconsciously turned to the scar on his forehead. Although he tried to remain calm, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"I've heard Cedric mention you before," Amos Diggory said with some emotion. "He told me about his duel with you on the Quidditch field last semester. I even told him, 'Cedric, when you have children in the future, this will definitely be a story worth telling repeatedly – you defeated Harry Potter, which is no small feat!'"

Harry scratched his head upon hearing this, not knowing how to respond for a moment. Cedric, on the other hand, seemed a little embarrassed, and he explained in a soft voice, "Harry was attacked by Dementors at the time and fell off his broom, Dad. I told you, that match was an accident."

"That's right, but the key is, Cedric, you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos patted his son on the back with a smile, his tone full of pride. "Our Cedric is always so humble, with a gentlemanly demeanor in his bones. However, the victor is always worthy of respect, and I believe Harry would agree, right? After all, one slipped off the broom, while the other steadily controlled it, everyone can see at a glance who is better at flying."

Cedric tugged at Amos Diggory's sleeve, feeling a little helpless, and could only give Harry an apologetic look.

"Time is of the essence, we need to hurry," Weasley pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. "Is there anyone else besides us?"

"No, the Lovegoods arrived a week ago, and the Fawcetts unfortunately missed the opportunity to buy tickets," Mr. Diggory replied. "There shouldn't be anyone else in this area."

"Alright then!" Mr. Weasley nodded. "There's only one minute left, everyone get ready."

"Remember, just touch the Portkey!" Mr. Weasley instructed the crowd.

The crowd nodded and stood in a tight circle. The night wind on the top of the hill carried a trace of coolness, gently brushing their faces, but no one spoke to break the silence.

"Three –" Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch and counted down in a low voice, "Two – One!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an irresistible force seemed to surge from behind their navels, as if an invisible giant hand had suddenly pulled them, their feet instantly left the ground, and their bodies soared into the air. Then, they seemed to be caught in a strong storm, rapidly shuttling through invisible passages, and everything around them became blurred.

A moment later, when the force suddenly dissipated, they landed firmly on the ground. Ron, due to his unstable center of gravity, staggered a few steps and eventually bumped into Harry.