Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Jerry bent down, picked up the badge Hermione had thrown on the ground, and returned to the Great Hall.

Hermione sat alone at the long table, as if the world around her was isolated from her. Her eyes were red, and she was oblivious to anyone approaching. Jerry gently placed the badge in front of her. Hermione looked up, her eyes met Jerry's for a moment, then she silently picked up her things, left without a word, and turned back to the Gryffindor common room.

"Did you two quarrel too?" Neville scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"It's nothing," Jerry pursed his lips. "Where are Harry and Ron?"

"Harry just received a letter from Sirius. In the letter, Sirius is worried about Harry and is on his way here!" Neville paused. "Harry is very remorseful now. He feels he shouldn't have written to Sirius telling him about his scar hurting. If Sirius is caught and thrown back into Azkaban, it will be his fault."

"Ron disagreed with Harry's view and even thought he should tell Professor Dumbledore about the scar pain. The two had an argument over this and parted on bad terms."

Neville sighed, looked at the empty long table, and lamented the impermanence of life. The five-person team, which was just filled with laughter and joy, was now reduced to just him alone in the blink of an eye.

The next morning, as the first pale light of dawn pierced through the clouds, Harry quietly entered the owlery, preparing to send his reply to Sirius, telling him not to worry about him and not to rush to Hogwarts.

To Harry's surprise, there was already someone in the owlery so early in the morning sending a letter. Harry walked into the owlery and saw that it was Jerry and a tall, blonde figure he didn't recognize.

"Then I'll go back first!" Catherine's voice was as cold as frost. She glanced at Harry coldly, then turned and left the owlery.

"Jerry, who was that just now? Is she also a Hogwarts student? How come I've never seen her at school before?" Harry couldn't help but ask after Catherine left. Catherine's gaze just now made him feel a chill for no reason.

"Of course, she's a Hogwarts student, but she's a Slytherin upperclassman. It's normal that you don't recognize her!" Jerry frowned and nodded. He was considering whether to give Harry another Obliviate.

"I see..." Harry was a little doubtful. Hogwarts Castle was indeed very big, but he had no impression of her at all.

"Are you here to reply to Sirius?" Jerry's gaze fell on the envelope Harry was clutching.

"I feel like I'm doing okay. The last time my scar hurt, it was probably just psychological."

"You should find out clearly whether the pain in your forehead scar is psychological."

"Jerry, do you also think my scar pain is related to Voldemort?" Harry frowned. "Shouldn't I reply to Sirius?"

"It's your freedom to reply to him or not, but I have to remind you, if Sirius was really that easy to be caught by the Ministry of Magic, he wouldn't have been able to escape from Azkaban's heavy defenses of Dementors in the first place." After speaking, Jerry turned and left the owlery.

Harry stood there, clutching the envelope in his hand. Jerry's words stirred up layers of ripples in his heart. He hesitated again whether he should send the letter.

In the next two weeks, Harry tried to convince himself not to worry too much about Sirius's safety.

But whenever the owls arrived with the mail during breakfast, he still couldn't suppress the flood of anxiety in his heart, and he couldn't help but look around, hoping to get a trace of peace from Sirius.

Late at night, even though he tried to control his thoughts, he would unconsciously imagine the terrifying scene of Sirius being cornered by Dementors in the dark streets of London. These fantasies shrouded his dreams like dark clouds.

To divert this heavy psychological burden, Harry threw himself wholeheartedly into Quidditch training. Every soaring flight and every accurate pass on the Quidditch field allowed him to temporarily forget his worries and anxieties.

At the same time, during these two weeks, they clearly felt that the difficulty of the courses was constantly increasing, and the professors' demands were also stricter.

Professor Binns, the ghost-like History of Magic professor, required them to investigate materials in the library and then write an in-depth paper on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century.

Professor Snape set a challenge for the students: to make various antidotes. His words revealed an unquestionable threat, implying that he would personally test their results before Halloween, poisoning one of them to test the effectiveness of the antidote. Everyone was on edge about this and dared not slack off in the slightest, especially Harry.

Hagrid was the same. The Blast-Ended Skrewts were growing at an alarming rate, but until now, the students had not figured out the unique eating habits of the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

Every time they entered the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall's stern voice would always ring out at the first moment, constantly reminding the students that they were standing at a critical turning point in magical education.

To more directly demonstrate the urgency of time, Professor McGonagall used Transfiguration to transform the originally ordinary clock on the classroom wall into a conspicuous countdown device.

Whenever the students pushed open the classroom door, this countdown would be prominently displayed, reminding them that there were less than three hundred days left until the crucial O.W.L. (Ordinary Wizarding Level) exams.

In addition, everyone noticed that Jerry and Hermione, who had always been inseparable, were now like strangers, coming and going alone, without saying a word to each other. Even Jerry, who had always eaten at the Gryffindor table, had returned to the Slytherin table. The Slytherin students were quite happy about this.

Immediately afterward, rumors spread rapidly among the students like a plague. Who would become the glorious champion representing Hogwarts? What thrilling events would be staged in the Triwizard Tournament? How did the students from the other two schools compare to the students from Hogwarts? And so on.

Jerry also noticed that the castle was undergoing a thorough cleaning. Those portraits that were once covered in dust and slightly dirty had now been carefully wiped clean, and the faces of the people in the paintings were particularly clear because of this sudden cleaning. However, they did not seem to appreciate it, instead curling up in their frames, frowning and muttering disgruntled words.

The suits of armor lined up on both sides of the corridor had also undergone a transformation. They were wiped until they were gleaming, and every piece of armor shone with the unique luster of metal. When these suits of armor moved, they no longer made the unpleasant creaking sound of the past, but were replaced by a smoother and more steady sound.