Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Jerry slowly walked through the gaps between the teachers' desks, passed through the door, and withdrew from the hustle and bustle of the auditorium, entering a quiet small room. Inside, portraits of wizards were hung in a staggered arrangement on both sides.

At this moment, only Jerry's figure remained in the room, and the only thing facing him was the blazing fire in the fireplace across from him.

When Jerry entered, the faces in the portraits turned in unison, their eyes focused on him. Among them, a wrinkled old witch quickly escaped from her own frame and nimbly slipped into the frame of a male wizard with a thick beard next to her, and the two immediately whispered to each other.

Which little bastard is trying to harm me? Jerry frowned, slowly sat on the sofa in the center of the room, and began to carefully sort out the doubts in his mind, eliminating possible candidates one by one.

Catherine is impossible. Without my order, she couldn't have taken the initiative to sign me up. It's not Dumbledore either, and Grindelwald, that old geezer, is unlikely to play this kind of joke on me. I already gave Moody (Barty Crouch Jr.) a heads-up, so it can't be him…

Just as Jerry was thinking, the door was suddenly pushed open again, and Viktor Krum stepped into the room with steady steps. The two didn't speak. Krum leaned against the warmth of the fireplace, his body slightly bent, immersed in his own thoughts in the light of the fireplace.

Before long, the door was pushed open again, and Fleur, like a gust of breeze, arrived gracefully. As soon as she entered, she jumped at Jerry excitedly, announcing joyfully: "Great, Jerry! I've also been chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament!"

Fleur and Krum both thought the selection was over, but only Jerry knew that the show had just begun, and there were still two people who hadn't come in!

As expected, not long after, Cedric entered the small room with uncontrollable excitement. His arrival aroused Fleur's curiosity: "What's wrong? Did the professors ask us to go back to the auditorium to gather?" She mistakenly thought Cedric had come to deliver a message.

But Cedric stood beside Jerry, his expression both surprised and apprehensive, his words slightly hesitant: "I... I've been chosen too!" This news was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

"What does this mean?" Fleur frowned, and even Krum couldn't help but cast a searching look. "Could it be that Hogwarts will have two champions competing?"

Cedric shook his head helplessly, recalling how disappointed he had been just now because of Jerry's selection. After all, the rules stipulated that each school could only have one champion, but he didn't expect the Goblet of Fire to spit out his name again.

Before Fleur and the others could recover from their shock, the door was opened abruptly once again, and Harry stepped into the room with a dazed look.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be a champion chosen by the Goblet of Fire too, would you?" Fleur's eyes were full of disbelief, her words tinged with interrogation.

"I…" Harry was still in a daze, too stunned to speak, while the others got the answer from his sluggish expression.

"The Goblet of Fire… is broken?" Fleur muttered to herself, and sat back down next to Jerry. Now she couldn't figure out what was going on either.

At this moment, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from outside the door, and then, Ludo Bagman's figure rushed into the room. He almost immediately grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him forward with an almost excited force.

"This is simply unbelievable!" Mr. Bagman repeated in a low voice while shaking Harry's arm vigorously, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

Then, he turned to the other four people sitting around the fireplace, his tone tinged with solemnity and excitement: "Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to announce an unprecedented piece of news—tonight, the Goblet of Fire has surprisingly chosen five champions!"

Viktor Krum straightened his body, scrutinizing Jerry and Harry, who were both under seventeen years old, a layer of dark clouds shrouding his face, revealing disdain and doubt.

Fleur gently swayed her waterfall-like silver hair, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bagman, you're really making a big joke."

"A joke?" Bagman heard the words and quickly clarified, "No, no, no, Miss Delacour, this is not a joke, the truth is right in front of you!"

"But this is obviously a mistake," Fleur said to Bagman, raising her head. "They…"

Fleur's eyes swept between Jerry and Harry, then she pointed to Harry, "He's too young!"

Although Jerry was also a younger brother in front of her in terms of age, Jerry's height was no shorter than hers. Compared with the other four, Harry seemed a little short.

"Dumbledore, you must give us a reasonable explanation," Karkaroff's voice was as cold as ice, his blue eyes like two deep pieces of ice, flashing with questioning light, "There are actually five champions, three of whom are from your Hogwarts. In my opinion, there's no need for a competition, just give the Triwizard Cup to your Hogwarts!"

After saying that, the corners of Karkaroff's mouth curled up in an angry smile, and he actually wanted to reach out and grab Jerry's collar.

Jerry frowned, his right hand swiftly swung out, accurately and unmistakably slapping away Karkaroff's outstretched hand. Under this blow, Karkaroff couldn't help but stagger back two steps, his entire arm instantly numbed and trembling by a strange force.

"You…" Karkaroff widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at Jerry's scarlet eyes under his black, choppy hair, too shocked to speak.

Professor McGonagall immediately stood in front of Jerry upon seeing this.

"Professor Karkaroff, anything can be discussed, but please don't resort to violence here!" Professor McGonagall tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart.

"Everyone, please remain calm!" Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice gentle but with an undeniable power.

"Albus, you should be very clear that this is very unfair to our school and Durmstrang!" Madame Maxime's voice revealed her dissatisfaction.

"Dumbledore, we all clearly remember that the original intention of setting that age limit was to screen out unqualified competitors." Karkaroff's gaze swept over Jerry again, the coldness in his eyes even more intense under that icy smile.

"Professor Karkaroff, the responsibility for this matter, in my opinion, should fall on Potter." Snape's voice was low and full of hostility, his black eyes flashing with imperceptible calculations, "It was Potter who acted willfully and violated the rules first. In my opinion, he should be removed from the competition list first, and it would be best to give him a year's detention!"

Harry: ! ! !

Jerry also hasn't reached the age to participate in the competition, Snape, you're not mentioning that at all!