Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"老大, did you see that? That's Viktor Krum!" Goyle said to Malfoy, his voice filled with unbelievable shock. At this moment, the Hogwarts students were following the Durmstrang delegation in an orderly fashion, stepping onto the stone steps leading to the castle.

"He's still a student, that's so unexpected!"

As they, along with the rest of the Hogwarts students, once again traversed the entrance hall, heading towards the Great Hall, Jerry noticed Lee Jordan踮起脚尖, excitedly jumping up and down, trying to catch a glimpse of Krum's back from the crowd, his eyes full of idol worship.

At the same time, several sixth-year girls walked along, frantically rummaging through their pockets, their faces filled with anxiety and anticipation.

"Oh dear, this is terrible, I didn't even bring a quill!" one girl exclaimed in frustration.

"Do you think he would be willing to sign my hat with lipstick? That would be so cool!" another girl asked, full of longing.

The moment Jerry stepped into the Great Hall, his ears immediately caught Fleur's familiar and crisp voice. She was with the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic students, elegantly sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

"Jerry, I'm here!" Fleur smiled and waved at Jerry, her eyes sparkling with invitation.

However, Jerry gently shook his head, politely declining Fleur's offer, then turned around and returned to the Slytherin area.

"How does Jerry know everyone? But Harry, did you notice? That Beauxbatons girl is really beautiful!" Ron said enviously.

"She is very beautiful! But the Ravenclaw girls are also very beautiful!" Harry said, looking at Cho Chang in the Ravenclaw area. Sometimes he really wished he wasn't a Gryffindor student, but a Ravenclaw student.

"Can you two stop acting like a pair of lovebirds, your eyes are practically glued to them?" Hermione's voice was full of displeasure and sharpness. Then she glanced at Jerry by the Slytherin table, bit her lip, angrily turned around, and heavily sat down at the Gryffindor table.

On the other side, the Durmstrang Institute delegation occupied a seat at the Slytherin table. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle eagerly leaned forward, chatting enthusiastically with Krum.

The Durmstrang students took off their heavy fur cloaks, looking up at the dark and starry ceiling, their eyes sparkling with a strong interest in all these novelties. Two of the students even picked up the exquisite golden plates and goblets on the table, carefully playing with them.

At the staff table, Filch was wearing a slightly old but carefully groomed musty swallow-tailed coat, and he was busy placing extra chairs.

When the last group of students entered the Great Hall and took their seats at their respective house tables, the staff slowly entered and took their places at the head table in turn.

Walking at the end of the line, as the finale, were Professor Dumbledore, Durmstrang's Karkaroff, and Beauxbatons' Madame Maxime.

Professor Dumbledore was still standing, his figure appearing particularly tall in the candlelight. The noise in the hall gradually dissipated, leaving only the gentle clinking of cutlery and occasional whispers.

He smiled, his gaze warmly sweeping over every student, teacher, and the floating ghosts, especially showing special care for the foreign students who had come from afar.

"Good evening, distinguished ladies and gentlemen, and our fleeting ghostly friends," Dumbledore's voice was gentle and powerful. "It is with immense joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I sincerely hope, and firmly believe, that you will spend an unforgettable and pleasant time here."

"I know everyone is concerned about the Triwizard Tournament champion selection, but rest assured, it will officially begin after the banquet," Dumbledore continued, his words filled with anticipation. "Now, please enjoy the delicious food before you!"

After speaking, Professor Dumbledore slowly sat down, while Professor Karkaroff quickly leaned in, and the two began to whisper.

Soon, the plates on Jerry's table were piled high with food. The house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen had also put in a lot of effort, because most of the dishes on the table were French, and next to the steak and kidney pie was a French seafood medley.

The banquet had only been going on for twenty minutes, and some students couldn't restrain their excitement and curiosity, and began to stroll around the hall, chatting in groups of two or three.

"Long time no see, Jerry. I called you just now, why didn't you come over? We haven't seen each other in years!" Fleur left the Ravenclaw table, came to Jerry's side, and sat down, hugging his arm very intimately.

"Your spoken English has improved a lot, but I am a Slytherin student, and that is the Ravenclaw table, how can I go over?" Jerry sighed, and the surrounding Slytherin students cast strange glances at Jerry after hearing his words.

Ravenclaw table? Is that something you would say? Haven't you been sitting at the Gryffindor table all these years? What's the difference between the two?

"I didn't expect you to be a student in Slytherin. You rarely reply to my letters, and you never tell me about your school life!" Fleur said, while holding Jerry's arm tightly. Her silver hair, like a waterfall, gently brushed past her waist, attracting whispers and jealous gazes from the surrounding boys.

"Cough cough!" Jerry coughed twice, reminding the others to pay attention to their expressions.

"It seems that you are not very popular in your house?" Fleur's azure blue eyes swept around, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, revealing her white teeth, adding a few blushes to the cheeks of the surrounding students.

"Your behavior just made me even less popular!" Jerry took a deep breath, gently shook his head, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. "Where is your sister? You have been mentioning her in your letters, won't you introduce me to her today?"

"Oh, Gabrielle, no hurry, I'll introduce you to her tomorrow. Tonight, shouldn't you accompany me to stroll around the castle? Just the two of us!"

"Sorry, Hogwarts has a curfew!"

"Curfew?" Fleur was a little surprised. "Does your Hogwarts still retain such outdated rules!"

Fleur didn't give up. She changed her mind and pestered Jerry to meet her sister, Gabrielle Delacour. She held Jerry's hand tightly, as if declaring her "ownership" to everyone present, deliberately leading him through the tables of the four houses, and finally came to Gabrielle's side and sat down.

In the professors' dining area, Madame Maxime, sitting next to Dumbledore, also noticed Fleur's actions.

"Professor Dumbledore, whose child is that boy?" Madame Maxime asked with an elegant posture, gently raising her hand, her fingertips pointing to Jerry who had come to the Ravenclaw table.

"Jerry Green, a student of Slytherin House! Also the most outstanding student at Hogwarts. It's a pity that he is only in his fourth year this year, otherwise, he might become the champion representing Hogwarts in the tournament!" Dumbledore said with a smile, his words full of pride.

"Jerry Green…" Madame Maxime murmured to herself, a trace of thought flashing between her eyebrows. She seemed to have heard this name before.

"Are you his grandfather?" Madame Maxime suddenly remembered that the newspaper had reported about it a year ago, and everyone knew that the Dumbledore family still had a descendant.

"That's right, Madame Maxime," Professor Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

Madame Maxime rolled her eyes. No wonder you praised this kid so much just now.