Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

"You'd both better head back to school now."

Sirius Black stood up, gazing at Harry with extreme seriousness.

"Harry, I forbid you from sneaking out of school to visit me again, understand?

We only need to keep in touch by letter.

We don't know what potential dangers are lurking, so you must strictly abide by Hogwarts' rules and not leave the school without permission.

You're safest within the walls of Hogwarts Castle."

"Also, Jerry, there's something I'd like to ask of you.

When you have time, please teach Harry some defensive spells!

The Triwizard Tournament has only one task left, but I can't shake this feeling of unease!"

"But so far, apart from a dragon and a few Grindylows in the lake, I haven't sensed any danger."

Harry tried to sound casual, but Sirius's eyes showed clear displeasure and reproach.

"I hope it's all just me being overly worried."

Sirius sighed and continued, "When you're safely back at school, to avoid unnecessary trouble, when you talk about me, just call me... call me 'Snuffles'!"

The group followed their tracks back through Hogsmeade Village and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

"Do you think Percy knows anything about Mr. Crouch?" Ron said suddenly.

"But it's also possible he doesn't care at all, and even admires Crouch more.

He might say that Mr. Crouch simply didn't want to violate the Ministry of Magic's laws for personal feelings."

"Ron, you should write to Percy and ask him!" Harry suggested.

"As Mr. Crouch's personal assistant, he should know a lot of things we don't."

"I'll write to him as soon as I get back!" Ron nodded.

The group ran into Cho Chang and Cedric in the Entrance Hall.

Harry saw them and was reminded of Rita Skeeter's article, feeling extremely awkward.

Time quietly entered the final days of May, and Jerry and the others were notified to go to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock that evening.

When Jerry arrived at the Entrance Hall, he found Harry and Cedric already waiting for him!

The Entrance Hall was quiet.

Harry and Cedric weren't talking to each other; they couldn't find anything to talk about at the moment.

When the two saw Jerry finally arrive at the Entrance Hall, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterward, they set off on the night path to the Quidditch pitch, crossing the dark lawn caressed by moonlight and passing through the secret crack between the stands, entering the Quidditch pitch.

The Quidditch pitch, once a place of exhilarating races, was now occupied by countless intricate low walls, winding and twisting like a maze, dividing the pitch into fragmented sections.

Cedric stopped in his tracks, unable to hide the anger and confusion in his voice: "Our pitch..."

"Good evening, everyone!" Just as everyone was wondering, a cheerful voice appeared.

Ludo Bagman, with his signature smile, walked from the center of the pitch, with Krum and Fleur, who had already arrived, beside him.

Jerry, Harry, and Cedric stepped over the low walls, gradually approaching them.

When Fleur saw Jerry, a smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she gently took Jerry's arm.

"How are you all feeling?" Bagman asked with a beaming face.

"Progress is going smoothly, isn't it?

In another month, with Hagrid's abilities, he will definitely be able to make these low walls stand twenty feet high."

"Don't worry, as a former professional Quidditch Chaser, I understand what you're thinking,"

Ludo Bagman keenly captured a trace of displeasure on Harry and Cedric's faces, patted them on the shoulders, and said with a smile, "Your Quidditch pitch will be restored immediately after the Triwizard Tournament is over!"

"Alright, for the third task, I think everyone can guess what it will be.

"So, we just need to get through this maze?" Fleur asked curiously.

"Oh, it's much more than that,"

Bagman excitedly jumped up to explain, "Hagrid has carefully prepared many obstacles, including all kinds of magical creatures, intricate spell traps, and so on, waiting for you to solve them one by one.

As for the order of entry, according to the current scores, first is Mr. Green,"

Saying that, he gave Jerry a mysterious smile, "followed by Mr. Potter, Cedric Diggory, Mr. Krum, and finally Miss Delacour."

"Since everyone has no questions, let's all go back, shall we?

It's really a bit cold here tonight."

Ludo Bagman suggested after confirming that everyone had no objections.

On the way back, everyone naturally dispersed.

Krum walked alone towards the Black Lake, while Fleur intimately took Jerry's arm and walked slowly towards the Beauxbatons carriage.

Surprisingly, Cedric actually invited Harry, and the two walked side by side towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What do you think those two will talk about?" Fleur asked with a gossipy expression, shaking Jerry's arm.

"Does Potter really like Cedric's girlfriend? Just like Rita Skeeter wrote in her article??"

"It's better to read less of those Rita Skeeter articles in the future!" Jerry said to Fleur with a chuckle, but he couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity in his heart.

He secretly took out the Marauder's Map, intending to peek at the two's whereabouts, but then felt that his actions seemed a little underhanded.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to eavesdrop on their conversation,"

Jerry quickly explained, "I'm just worried that Harry and Cedric might argue over something, after all, the competition is imminent, and any conflict could affect their performance.

I'm also considering this for the honor of Hogwarts."

"This map is really strange, are all these dense names on it?" Fleur asked curiously.

"This is the Maraud..."

Jerry was just about to explain when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly put away the Marauder's Map tightly in his hand.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Fleur asked with a puzzled look.

"Fleur, I suddenly remembered that there is an extremely important matter that needs to be dealt with urgently."

Jerry's tone was a bit hurried.

Without waiting for Fleur to ask, he took her hand and walked quickly towards the castle.

After arriving at the Entrance Hall, Jerry hurriedly left, leaving Fleur looking puzzled.

...

In a quiet, deserted clearing, Harry and Cedric's conversation was suddenly interrupted by an unusual rustling sound in the bushes.

They quickly reached under their robes, tightly gripped their wands, and scanned their surroundings warily.

Just then, a figure staggered out from behind a tall oak tree.

Harry and Cedric looked closely and were shocked to see that it was Mr. Crouch.

He looked as though he had been through days of difficult travel. The knees of his robes were torn, and his face was covered in a mixture of fresh and old wounds. His beard was unkempt, and his face was pale and haggard, as if he had awakened from a long nightmare.

"Mr. Crouch!" Harry and Cedric shouted almost simultaneously, hurrying forward to help. However, Crouch seemed lost in his own world, ignoring their calls, muttering to himself, and gesturing erratically.

"Mr. Crouch, are you alright?" Harry raised his voice, trying to get his attention. But Crouch's eyes kept rolling upwards, as if searching for someone who wasn't there.

Just then, Mr. Crouch gasped, as if using all his strength to utter the name "Dumbledore." He struggled to lunge at Harry, grabbing his robes, though his gaze didn't truly focus on Harry, but stared blankly at the space above Harry's head. "I must see Dumbledore..." His voice was weak and urgent.

"I made a stupid mistake!" Crouch panted, his tone filled with despair and madness. His eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets, constantly darting around, saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth and slowly dripping down his chin. "You must... tell Dumbledore!"

"Mr. Crouch, I'm Harry Potter," Harry tried to reassure the clearly deranged man. "I'll help you see Professor Dumbledore, right away!"

Crouch's eyes finally focused on Harry, staring at him with a complex mix of emotions.

"You... are not one of his people?" Crouch's voice was low and hoarse, his lips downturned as if each word exhausted all his strength.

"No," Harry shook his head, filled with confusion. He had no idea who Crouch meant by "his people."

"Give... Dumbledore... a warning..." Crouch repeated haltingly, his voice filled with urgency and pleading.

"If you let go of me, I'll go find Professor Dumbledore immediately," Harry said patiently. "Mr. Crouch, please trust me, I'll go get him now!"

Unexpectedly, Crouch suddenly released Harry's robes, turned away, and began muttering to a large tree, his voice soft and rapid, as if talking to a nonexistent soul. This scene further convinced Harry that Mr. Crouch's mental state was extremely unstable.

"Cedric, stay here and watch over Mr. Crouch!" Harry said urgently. "I'll go find Professor Dumbledore. I know where the headmaster's office is."

Cedric quickly nodded in agreement. Harry turned without hesitation and dashed out of the Forbidden Forest like a bolt of lightning, crossing the grounds shrouded in night.

After Harry left, Mr. Crouch's emotions spiraled out of control again. He suddenly grabbed Cedric's shoulders, his eyes wide, his voice filled with pain and self-reproach: "I escaped! I must see Dumbledore! It's all my fault, Bertha... she's dead, all because of me!"

"Mr. Crouch, please calm down!" Cedric tried to soothe him, gently placing his hands on Crouch's arms, preparing to guide him to sit down and rest. But just then, a stunning spell suddenly appeared and hit him. Cedric's body shuddered violently, and then he collapsed limply onto the cold ground, falling into unconsciousness.

"Long time no see, Mr. Crouch!" Jerry slowly emerged from a patch of shadow behind a tree.

"Who are you? I must see Dumbledore!" The aftereffects of being controlled by the Imperius Curse for so long still affected Crouch's brain.

"Don't worry, I've already notified him. You'll be able to meet soon!" Jerry said with a smile.

"That's great, Dumbledore... It's all my fault!" Crouch's emotions fluctuated again. He eagerly reached out, almost grabbing Jerry's arm, but Jerry skillfully avoided it.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Crouch. Look behind you, isn't he already here!" Jerry pointed to the limping figure behind Crouch.

"You, who are you? Moody?" Crouch turned to look at the Moody behind him and asked.

"What a pity! You came to Hogwarts and didn't come to see me, Father!" Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice had a hint of mockery, and he restored his original appearance.

"You," Crouch stared at Jerry with wide eyes, his eyes full of disbelief and despair, "Why, Dumbledore is your grandfather!"

"Oh, it seems you remember who I am!" Jerry's lips curled into a sneer.

Before he finished speaking, the filial son Barty Crouch Jr. quickly tied his father up again with ropes, and then kicked him to the ground.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Green!" Barty Jr. hypocritically expressed his gratitude to Jerry.

"Humph!" Jerry's response was like a cold wind in winter, bone-chilling and resolute. He stared coldly at Barty Jr., the tip of his wand pointing directly at his heart, and he whispered: "Crucio!"

Barty Crouch Jr. did not expect Jerry to suddenly attack. At this moment, every inch of his skin seemed to be repeatedly pierced by countless burning blades. The feeling of being in unbearable pain made him curl up into a ball, and saliva and tears mixed together and flowed helplessly.

Jerry waved his wand gently, and the suffocating pain disappeared into the air like a receding tide in an instant.

"Cough cough!" Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to raise his head, and the look in his eyes looking at Jerry was intertwined with shock and fear, "You..."

However, before he could finish his words, Jerry kicked him in the corner of his mouth without hesitation, and blood flowed out instantly.

"Shut up!" Jerry looked down, his eyes as cold as ice, looking down at the painful Barty on the ground, "This is just a warning and punishment from me on behalf of Voldemort for your unfavorable work!"

"Remember, this is the last time, clean it up for me! If this happens again, hehe, I will send your body to Voldemort through the Triwizard Cup, which has been made into a portkey!"

After saying that, Jerry turned and left, his back resolute and cold, leaving only the Crouch father and son, one with a face full of resentment and the other with empty and desperate eyes.

When Dumbledore and Harry arrived, only the unconscious Cedric was left on the scene.

Dumbledore's wand pointed at Cedric: "Ennervate."

Cedric quickly opened his eyes and looked around blankly.

"You two, come with me!" After carefully inspecting the scene, Dumbledore led the two back to the headmaster's office with a serious expression.