Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

The Triwizard Tournament and the selection for the Goblet of Fire weren't just seen as unfair by students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, but also by some students at Hogwarts, especially those from Ravenclaw. Why did the other three houses have champions while they didn't?

Especially Slytherin and Gryffindor. Jerry Green and Harry Potter were both underage, yet they were allowed to compete? Wasn't this just bullying the honest?

Harry naively thought that as time passed, everyone would gradually accept him as a champion, and the situation would ease. However, reality gave him a rude awakening, proving his idea completely wrong.

Upon returning to class, Harry found that he could no longer escape the strange looks from his classmates.

Students from other houses, like those from Gryffindor, seemed to believe that Harry had put his name in the Goblet of Fire himself. But unlike the enthusiastic support from Gryffindor, they didn't think Harry's way of becoming a champion was so honorable.

Even the Hufflepuff students, who usually had a good relationship with Gryffindor, suddenly became distant towards Harry.

As for Jerry, his situation was much better than Harry's. Jerry didn't know what the students from the other three houses thought, but most Slytherin students didn't believe Jerry Green had put his name in the Goblet of Fire. The reason was simple: Slytherin students believed that Jerry Green didn't need the Goblet of Fire to prove his strength.

As for honor, it seemed redundant and ironic to talk about honor with someone who could stand on the opposite side during a Quidditch house match!

A small number of people even theorized that Harry had put Jerry's name and his own name into the Goblet of Fire together. Harry was inexplicably blamed again!

At this moment, Harry couldn't help but recall the dark days of his second year when he was mistaken for the Heir of Slytherin and the culprit behind the Chamber of Secrets. Back then, at least Ron stood firmly by his side. But now, even Ron doubted him.

"I don't know why this is happening. It's not my fault!" Harry muttered to himself, troubled, in the entrance hall corridor. Just then, Cedric Diggory happened to pass by with a group of laughing girls. Their eyes all fell on Harry, as if Harry was a Blast-Ended Skrewt raised by Hagrid.

"Jerry, why does everyone believe you and not suspect you?" Harry asked curiously, "How did you explain it to the others?"

"Explain?" Jerry shrugged. "Why should I explain? They didn't suspect me, did they? Obviously, everyone believes I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire!"

"Yeah, everyone says I'm the one who did the bad things!" Harry became even more depressed after hearing Jerry's words!

In the afternoon, there were two consecutive Potions classes, which Slytherin and Gryffindor attended together. A whole hour and a half was quite unbearable, especially with Malfoy present. Every minute and every second felt like the ultimate test of Harry's endurance.

When Harry arrived outside the Potions classroom, he saw the Slytherin students waiting in the corridor. Their uniform decorations were particularly eye-catching—large badges that shone brightly in the dim underground corridor, like small flames, provocatively illuminating the surroundings.

At first, Harry mistook them for S.P.E.W. (Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare) badges, but he soon saw the words written on them: Each badge was engraved with the same sentence, the bright red letters jumping in the dim light, as dazzling as a raging fire—"Slytherin Champion, Jerry Green Will Win!"

"Like the surprise, Potter?" Malfoy's voice, with obvious provocation, interrupted Harry's thoughts in a timely manner. "But this is just the beginning, watch!"

As Malfoy pressed hard on the badge on his chest, the words instantly disappeared, replaced by an even more glaring line, flashing with a green glow—"Potter Stinks."

The Slytherin students, seeing this, followed suit, their strange laughter rising and falling, and the entire space was instantly filled with the green fluorescence of "Potter Stinks."

Harry felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his cheeks and neck instantly burning. Shame and anger intertwined into an indescribable emotion, churning in his chest.

Ron stood close to the wall, with Dean and Seamus beside him. There was no smile on his face, nor did he stand up for Harry, but just stood there silently watching.

"Harry, don't let these silly tricks affect you. They're just trying to provoke you," Hermione said anxiously.

"What's wrong, Granger, want one too? It even has Jerry Green's name specially added!" Malfoy said provocatively, waving the badge in his hand at Hermione, then turning to Harry.

"Potter, what about you? Want one too? That way you can officially join our little group. In the future, if anyone dares to bully you, this orphaned Mudblood, we might help you. We won't stand by and watch like Weasley! Haha!" As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Ron, who was standing beside him.

At this moment, the anger that had been suppressed in Harry's heart for a long time seemed to find a breakthrough, and it surged out instantly. Almost without thinking, his hand involuntarily reached for the wand in his pocket.

"Alright, Potter, since you want to make a move so much, then come on!" Malfoy said without changing his expression, quickly drawing his own wand. "Moody, that old madman, won't be here to save you today!"

Their eyes met in the air, and then, almost at the same time, they both took action.

"Furnunculus!" Harry roared, the spell flying out.

"Densaugeo!" Malfoy shrieked the spell.

Two dazzling beams of magical light shot out from the tips of their wands almost simultaneously, colliding fiercely in the air and then deviating from their original paths.

"What's wrong, Hermione?" Jerry asked, looking at Hermione, who was covering her mouth, with concern.

Hermione just shook her head desperately, still holding her mouth tightly, unwilling to let Jerry see her embarrassment.

Seeing this, Jerry gently pried open Hermione's hands and almost burst out laughing.

Hermione's front teeth were already a bit large, but now they were growing wildly at an alarming rate, passing her lower lip and extending towards her chin, making her look quite like a comical beaver.

When Malfoy saw Jerry appear, he internally shouted that he was done for!

"What's all the commotion here?" Snape came out of the Potions classroom, hearing the noise in the corridor.

The Slytherin students immediately scrambled to explain, but Snape coldly extended a slender and slightly yellowed finger, pointing at Malfoy. "You speak."

"Potter attacked me first, Professor! It's all his fault! He was the first to draw his wand!" Seeing Snape, Malfoy immediately pushed all the blame onto Harry, as if it was all his fault!

Hearing this, Harry retorted angrily, "We acted at the same time, Professor Snape!"

However, Snape seemed not to have heard Harry's defense. His gaze lingered on Goyle's face, twisted with pain, for a moment, before saying in a flat tone, "Goyle, go to the hospital wing first!"

"But Professor," Harry ran directly in front of Snape, almost shouting, "Hermione is also injured, Malfoy did it!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Snape glared at Harry with disgust, then turned his attention to Hermione, frowning.

"Granger, you're injured too?" His tone was clearly displeased.

Hermione reluctantly opened her mouth slightly, revealing her front teeth, which were growing at an alarming rate, looking both embarrassed and helpless.

At this time, Pansy Parkinson and her Slytherin companions lowered their voices behind Snape, giggling incessantly, and occasionally casting mocking glances at Hermione.

"Silence!" Snape turned around abruptly, issuing a low and stern warning to the giggling behind him. Then, he coldly glanced at Hermione and said indifferently, "I don't see any difference."

Hearing this, Hermione couldn't help but cry out, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.

"Forget it, Jerry Green, take her to the hospital wing!" Snape glanced at Jerry impatiently and ordered. Jerry acted immediately, pulling Hermione away and quickly disappearing from everyone's sight down the corridor.

"Potter," Snape's voice suddenly became soft and slippery, like a snake spitting its tongue, "Gryffindor loses fifty points, and Potter, you will receive an extra detention as punishment."

"This is unfair, Professor Snape!" Harry was enraged by this series of unfair treatments, his voice full of indignation, "Malfoy clearly also..."

"If you say one more word, I will extend your detention to a week," Snape interrupted Harry, looking at him with a sneer.

Harry's heart was filled with anger, his ears were ringing, and he felt unprecedented injustice. He fantasized about casting the most vicious curse, turning Snape into a horned, slimy, filthy toad.

Or, he would grab the cauldron at hand and rush towards Snape, submerging that greasy head in the scalding liquid, just to give him a free shampoo!

Inside the school hospital wing, the large boils on Goyle's nose had disappeared, and he was discussing with Madam Pomfrey whether he could use his illness as an excuse to skip class.

"Of course not, your little injury is not a reason for you to skip class!" Madam Pomfrey refused Goyle without hesitation, and drove him out of the hospital wing.

"What's wrong with you two again?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking at Jerry and Hermione at the door.

Hermione awkwardly released her hand, revealing her prominent front teeth.

Madam Pomfrey quickly poured Hermione a steaming potion, had her drink it, and then used her wand to restore Hermione's teeth to their original state. However, at Hermione's repeated request, Madam Pomfrey reluctantly reduced her already larger-than-average front teeth slightly further.

Inside the hospital wing, Hermione carefully examined her front teeth in a small mirror, looking very satisfied.

"Excuse me, is Jerry Green here?" A slightly unfamiliar voice sounded outside the hospital wing's door, it was Colin Creevey from Gryffindor.

"That's me, what's up?" Jerry asked, curiously going to meet him.

"Oh, Mr. Ludo Bagman sent me," Colin Creevey explained. "He said there's important news about the Triwizard Tournament and all the champions need to gather upstairs."

"Then Jerry, you should go quickly!" Hermione said with a smile. "I have to go back to Potions class later!"

Following Colin Creevey, Jerry arrived in front of a classroom that was arranged slightly differently. He knocked gently on the door, and after receiving permission, pushed it open and entered. Inside the classroom, most of the desks had been moved to the back, leaving a large open area in the center.

"You are now opponents, opponents!" Madam Maxime grabbed Fleur, who wanted to go to Jerry, sighed, and felt a headache. Did you have Veela blood or did that kid Jerry Green have Veela blood!

"Welcome, welcome, the most outstanding, most dazzling champions!" Ludo Bagman was even more enthusiastic when he saw Jerry than Fleur was. So enthusiastic that Jerry was a little scared. This was England, what did he want to do?

Jerry couldn't figure out what this gambling addict meant. Ludo Bagman boasted to everyone he met about how powerful and amazing Jerry Green was, telling everyone that Jerry Green would definitely win this year's Triwizard Tournament!

This gambling addict who was deeply in debt... wouldn't he have bet everything on Jerry winning!

Viktor Krum still maintained his gloomy expression, standing alone in a corner, keeping his distance from everyone else. Cedric Diggory, upon seeing Jerry, nodded to him in a friendly manner.

In addition, a corpulent man sat in the classroom, holding a black camera.

Just when Jerry thought all the champions had arrived, except for Harry, a burst of noisy arguing suddenly came from the small broom closet. Immediately after, Harry stormed out, followed by Rita Skeeter, a barely perceptible smile on her face.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Jerry asked curiously, stepping forward.

"She..." Harry pointed at Rita Skeeter, and said angrily, "Forget it, Jerry, you better not accept her interview!"

Harry said loudly, while Rita Skeeter wore an indifferent expression. If she didn't twist meanings, create conflict, and provoke discord, who would buy her newspaper?

The instant Rita Skeeter's gaze swept over Jerry, a faint, almost imperceptible, deep fear flashed in her eyes, forcing her to automatically skip over Jerry.

Jerry took Rita Skeeter's expression all in, and chuckled inwardly. It seemed that Catherine's curse was quite effective.

"Don't mind her," Jerry said to Harry. "Rita Skeeter even portrayed Dumbledore as a rigid old madman in the newspaper last time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom door was pushed open again, and Dumbledore stepped in, followed closely by the owner of the Diagon Alley wand shop, the largest wizarding arms dealer in Britain—Garrick Ollivander.

"Allow me to introduce," Dumbledore said, sitting on the judges' seat, his gaze gently sweeping over everyone present, "Mr. Ollivander, he will personally inspect the wands of each champion to ensure they are in optimal condition for the upcoming competition."

Mr. Ollivander, upon hearing this, slowly walked towards the open area in the center of the classroom.

"Miss Delacour, please hand me your wand," Ollivander said to Fleur.

Fleur gracefully walked towards Ollivander and gently placed her wand in his hand.

Ollivander took the wand and gently rotated it with his fingers. Instantly, the tip of the wand bloomed with dazzling pink and gold sparks, illuminating the entire classroom with warmth and light.

"Very good," Ollivander said softly. "Made of maple, nine and a half inches, very flexible, and the core is..."

"It's a Veela hair," Fleur explained softly, with pride in her voice.

"Indeed, but in fact, I personally have never used this material as a wand core to make a wand. I find that wands made from it are too emotional, very sensitive, willful, and difficult to control, but clearly, this wand suits you very well."

Ollivander said, gently stroking the wand with his fingertips, carefully checking to make sure the wand was not damaged.

Then, he chanted in a low voice: "Orchid bloom!" Before he finished speaking, a dazzling orchid suddenly bloomed at the tip of the wand, filling the air with fragrance.

"Very good," Mr. Ollivander nodded with satisfaction, then gently waved the wand, put away the orchid, and handed Fleur's wand back to her, "Next, it's Mr. Diggory's turn."

When Cedric handed his wand over, a hint of undisguised joy flashed in Mr. Ollivander's eyes.

"This is a wand I made!"

"Twelve and a quarter inches, the core is unicorn tail hair, made of ash wood, with excellent flexibility. It seems you take good care of it, it's in very good condition."

"I just cleaned it last night," Cedric replied with a smile.

Mr. Ollivander then had Cedric's wand emit a string of silvery-white smoke rings, which floated in the air and slowly dissipated at the other end of the room.

Seeing this, Mr. Ollivander nodded with satisfaction and turned to Viktor Krum and said, "Now, it's your turn, Mr. Krum."

Viktor Krum slowly stood up, his shoulders slightly hunched, his steps a little heavy, his feet splayed outwards, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue, and walked towards Mr. Ollivander.

"Ah, let me see," Mr. Ollivander took the wand, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a masterpiece by Master Gregorovitch, he is indeed an excellent wand maker."

He carefully turned the wand over and played with it in his hand, not missing a single detail, as if he were talking to a work of art.

"The toughness of hornbeam wood, combined with the powerful power of dragon heartstring, with a length of ten and a quarter inches, is indeed a rare masterpiece, there is nothing wrong with the wand!" Mr. Ollivander commented, then handed the wand back to Krum.

"Mr. Potter, it's your turn," Ollivander said with a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Harry responded and walked towards Mr. Ollivander, handing over his wand.

"Holly, eleven inches long, phoenix feather core," Mr. Ollivander blurted out almost immediately, with a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "I remember this wand especially clearly."

Mr. Ollivander's examination of Harry's wand clearly exceeded that of the previous three.

Finally, he waved the wand, and a stream of wine spurted from the tip of the wand. After confirming that there was no problem with the wand, he returned it to Harry.

"Next, is the last one, Mr. Green!" Mr. Ollivander's gaze turned to Jerry, a gentle smile on his lips, but complex emotions flashing in his eyes. "Mr. Green, you have changed a lot since we first met!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry handed his yew wand to Ollivander, then politely nodded in acknowledgment and stepped aside to wait. Ollivander took the wand, and his eyes instantly lit up with excitement, as if reunited with an old friend.

"Yes, that's right, it's this wand, I will never forget it! Yew, with a dragon heartstring core, twelve and a half inches long, this is an extremely rare and powerful combination."

Ollivander's words were full of excitement, but beneath this excitement, there was also a hint of imperceptible worry and unease. This was a wand almost specifically tailored for dark magic!

Ollivander then looked at Dumbledore, thinking, 'Be careful, the wizarding world can't stand a second Dark Lord!'

Ollivander tried to wave Jerry's wand, but no flowers bloomed, no smoke swirled, and no aroma of wine filled the air. Only a sudden sting spread from the palm of his hand, forcing him to let go.

However, surprisingly, Jerry's wand did not fall to the ground because of this, but as if guided by an invisible force, flew directly back into Jerry's hand.

"Ollivander, are you alright?" Dumbledore frowned slightly upon seeing this and asked with concern.

"I'm fine, there is nothing wrong with Mr. Green's wand, it was just resisting me!" Mr. Ollivander's eyes flashed with excitement. "This just proves that the wand's compatibility with Mr. Green has reached an astonishing level, truly achieving 'the wand chooses the wizard'!"

"Take a photo! Headmaster Dumbledore, come take a photo! Let's take a group photo of the judges and the champions!" Mr. Bagman, seeing that the wand inspection had ended successfully, couldn't wait to propose.

The photo session took even longer than the wand inspection. Madam Maxime's tall figure seemed to be a problem for the photographer. No matter where she stood, she inevitably blocked the lenses of others. In addition, the room space was limited, and it was difficult for the photographer to find a suitable angle to include her and everyone else in the frame.

Finally, after everyone's consultation, Madam Maxime sat down, and the rest of the people surrounded her to complete the group photo.