Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

The next morning, an unusual Saturday arrived. Students, contrary to their usual behavior, got up early and came to the entrance hall.

When Jerry entered the hall, he saw a lively scene: more than twenty people gathered together, laughter mixed with the subtle sound of nibbling bread. His gaze naturally fell on the Goblet of Fire, which was placed in the center of the hall, on the three-legged stool that held the Sorting Hat during the Sorting Ceremony.

On the ground, a circle of delicate gold lines outlined a perfect circle, with a radius of ten feet, like a protective boundary, tightly surrounding the Goblet of Fire.

"Did any students put their names into the Goblet of Fire this morning?" Jerry asked a third-year girl he didn't recognize.

"Yes, students from Durmstrang have already put their names into the Goblet of Fire," she replied, blushing, after hearing Jerry's question. "However, so far, I haven't seen any Hogwarts students sign up."

Jerry nodded slightly upon hearing this. Just then, a sudden burst of triumphant laughter rang out behind him.

He turned to look back and saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan striding down the stairs, their faces filled with undisguised excitement. Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione followed closely behind.

"Jerry, George and them are planning to put their names in the Goblet of Fire," Harry said to Jerry as they walked over.

Jerry nodded, his gaze turning to Hermione, who seemed to have noticed Jerry's gaze and kept her head down.

"We did it!" Fred announced in a low voice, with a hint of smugness, "The three of us just drank Aging Potion!"

"If one of us can win this competition, then those one thousand Galleons will be split equally among the three of us," Lee Jordan said with a smile, his words full of anticipation for victory.

"Alright! Ready, guys?" Fred's body trembled slightly with excitement. He turned to George and Lee Jordan, "I'll go first! Watch me!"

With that, Fred took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, on which was clearly written "Fred Weasley, Hogwarts." He slowly walked towards the age line, stood on the edge of the boundary, lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and leaned forward slightly, like a diver about to jump from a high platform, nervous and full of anticipation.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fred took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and finally took the decisive step, crossing the age line.

At that moment, everyone thought Fred had succeeded. George also jumped out with confidence, cheering loudly. However, immediately afterward, a piercing hiss sounded, and the twin brothers were suddenly thrown out of the golden circle, as if they had been thrown hard by an invisible shot-putter, falling awkwardly onto the cold stone slabs ten feet away, adding a bit of embarrassment and awkwardness to the physical pain.

With a loud crack, the twins' chins grew identical white beards, a scene so comical that it caused bursts of laughter in the hall.

Even Fred and George couldn't help but laugh when they struggled to get up and their eyes met the other's abrupt white beard.

At the same time, Jerry quietly took out a camera that he had prepared from his pocket and quickly captured this rare scene—George and Fred laughing, their white beards fluttering, as if they had entered their twilight years in advance. He planned to give this photo to the two brothers, after all, this might be the only time in their lives they would see each other old with long white beards!

"I warned you," a gentle but slightly teasing deep voice sounded. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Professor Dumbledore slowly walking out from the depths of the hall, as if all of this was within his expectations.

He carefully examined Fred and George, his eyes twinkling with a hint of a smile and deeper meaning: "I suggest you two had better go see Madam Pomfrey."

Fred and George then walked towards the hospital wing, accompanied by Lee Jordan, who was still giggling non-stop.

Jerry followed Harry, Ron, and Neville to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione was still ignoring Jerry.

Today, the Great Hall had been decorated for the arrival of Halloween. A group of lifelike bats hovered and flew on the enchanted ceiling. In addition, hundreds of pumpkin-carved figures were scattered in the corners, each squinting at every student in its own unique posture.

"I heard Warrington acted early this morning. He's already put his name in the Goblet of Fire," Dean whispered to Harry, with a hint of disdain on his face, "That Slytherin hulk, looks like a sloth."

"I'd rather Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff become the champion than let someone from Slytherin succeed!" Ron complained indignantly, "Isn't there a Gryffindor student willing to stand up and put their name in the Goblet of Fire?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause suddenly erupted from the entrance hall, causing everyone to turn their heads to look. Angelina Johnson, the tall, black-skinned Chaser from the Gryffindor Quidditch team, walked into the hall. She walked straight to Harry and them, sat down, and said with a hint of excitement in her voice, "I did it, I put my name in the Goblet of Fire!"

"Are you serious?!" Ron was a little surprised, "Are you sure you're seventeen?"

"I just had my birthday last week," Angelina confirmed with a smile.

"Great, Gryffindor finally has someone standing up!" Hermione said sincerely, "Angelina, I sincerely hope you can become the champion and achieve the ultimate victory!"

"Thank you for your support, Hermione."

It wasn't until after ten in the morning that the Entrance Hall once again became the focus of everyone's attention. Accompanied by a graceful gait, Fleur Delacour, escorted by Madame Maxime, entered the Entrance Hall, her appearance immediately drawing everyone's gaze.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Fleur, along with several Beauxbatons students, walked towards the Goblet of Fire, each taking turns to toss their names into the roaring flames.

Around three or four in the afternoon, a light rain began to fall. Only then did Jerry, who had been constantly pestered by Fleur to stroll around the Black Lake, pull her back towards the castle.

On their way back, the two encountered Hagrid, who was wearing a brown, furry suit, paired with a striking orange and yellow checkered tie, his hair meticulously combed and smoothed down. Hagrid was walking side-by-side with Madame Maxime, and in his conversation, a kind of indescribable infatuation and dreaminess was revealed in his eyes.

"Well, it seems..." Jerry and Fleur hid in the shade of a tree, exchanging glances softly. They didn't finish their sentences, but they both understood each other.

Fleur smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying Jerry's unspoken words, her gaze quietly drifting towards Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione, who had just come from the direction of Hagrid's hut, as if deep in thought.

As night fell, during the Halloween feast, the students all seemed distracted, hastily swallowing the delicacies on their plates, their hearts full of anticipation for the mystery that was about to be revealed – who would become the champion of the Triwizard Tournament.

Finally, when the golden plates were once again spotless, the clamor in the Great Hall came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes focused on Professor Dumbledore, who had stood up, the entire space instantly enveloped in a solemn and tense atmosphere.

Professor Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, on either side of Dumbledore, also, like the students, found it difficult to conceal their nervousness and anticipation.

Ludo Bagman, with a beaming smile, winked at the students of each school from time to time, while Mr. Crouch seemed uninterested, even vaguely showing a hint of impatience.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to reveal its selections," Dumbledore announced, his voice gentle yet full of authority. "It is expected to take another minute."

He looked around and continued, "After the champions' names are announced, I would like them to walk to the front of the hall, along the teachers' table, and enter the door leading to the adjacent room." He lightly raised a finger, pointing to the closed door behind the teachers' table. "There, they will receive initial instructions and guidance."

With that, Dumbledore gracefully raised his wand and gently waved it. Except for the warm candlelight from the pumpkin lanterns, all the other candles in the hall were extinguished, and the entire space was immediately shrouded in a hazy and mysterious semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire became the focus of everyone's attention at this moment, emitting a dazzling light, with brilliant sparks constantly erupting from the blue and white flames, almost piercing people's vision.

Everyone held their breath and waited. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation. Some people even unconsciously raised their hands to check their watches, anxiously waiting for that decisive moment.

Afterwards, the flames of the Goblet of Fire returned to their previous blue and white color, quietly standing there.

Dumbledore deftly caught the falling parchment, slowly raised it, and, using the light from the flames in the Goblet of Fire, clearly saw the name written on it.

"Hogwarts, Jerry..." Dumbledore read halfway, the last name was burned away by the flames in the Goblet of Fire.

Although the paper was half-burned, everyone understood who the first person selected by the Goblet of Fire was!

For a moment, the entire Great Hall seemed to have been muted, with no noise or applause, only the light of the Goblet of Fire leaping in the silence. Everyone looked at each other, their eyes unanimously turning to Jerry, the air filled with disbelief and astonishment.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Soon, a deafening round of applause and cheers erupted from the Slytherin table, breaking the silence.

"Glory to Slytherin!" The slogan echoed through the hall, followed by even more impassioned shouts.

"Jerry Green, invincible!"

The Slytherin students stood up one after another, giving Jerry the warmest applause. Their cheers echoed in the hall for a long time.

Jerry: ??

Which bastard did this?

I really didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire, how could it help Voldemort play a resurrection match? Believe me, believe me!

Professor McGonagall suddenly stood up from the head table, walking hurriedly, shuttling between Ludo Bagman and Professor Karkaroff, and went straight to Professor Dumbledore, her voice with a hint of urgency, whispering in Dumbledore's ear.

Dumbledore leaned slightly, listening attentively, his brow furrowing slightly, revealing inner doubts and contemplation.

"Congratulations, Jerry! Go ahead!" Fleur softly urged Jerry, who seemed a little dazed, her eyes full of encouragement.

Jerry finally came back to his senses and slowly walked towards Dumbledore. He stared at Dumbledore, while Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Jerry finally, under the complicated gazes of everyone, took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and walked towards the door leading to the adjacent room, specially prepared for the Triwizard champions.