Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

The next morning, while eating breakfast, Harry secretly told everyone what had happened last night.

"So," Hermione said, stroking her forehead with a deep frown, "it wasn't Mr. Crouch who attacked Cedric?"

"When Dumbledore questioned Cedric in the headmaster's office, he denied it himself, that Mr. Crouch didn't use a Stupefy Charm to knock him out," Harry said with a definite nod, "and Mr. Crouch was extremely weak at the time."

"So, what important things did Mr. Crouch actually say to you?" Hermione pressed.

"I mentioned before that Crouch's words were incoherent at the time," Harry explained. "He only repeatedly mentioned warning Dumbledore. He also mentioned Bertha Jorkins to Cedric, saying that Jorkins had met with misfortune and kept blaming himself, and he also said that it was all his fault. Obviously, Mr. Crouch's mental state was already extremely unstable."

"Forget about all that, let Dumbledore and Moody handle these things!" Jerry suggested while gently stirring the porridge in his bowl. "The final task of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, Harry, you should concentrate on preparing for the competition! It will be good as long as the competition is over!"

"But, Jerry, we still don't know who put your names in the Goblet of Fire, and why would they do that?" Hermione retorted.

"So, as long as the competition is over and everything is settled, it doesn't matter who put our names in the Goblet of Fire!"

Hermione felt that something was not right about Jerry's words.

The next morning, the owl that delivered letters between Sirius and Harry flew into the Great Hall. It flapped its wings and landed steadily on Harry's shoulder. Undoubtedly, Sirius must also know about Crouch's matter.

Harry couldn't wait to open the letter, eager to know Sirius's view on Mr. Crouch's words the night before, but in the letter, Sirius's tone seemed particularly stern.

Harry, do you think this is a game? Sneaking into the Forbidden Forest late at night is simply playing with your life! I demand that you solemnly swear in your reply that you will never go out late at night again, wandering around with people randomly.

Didn't I tell you that some people in Hogwarts used to be Death Eaters? You may only be one step away from them. A little carelessness will lead to eternal doom. It is no coincidence that your name appeared in the Goblet of Fire. If someone really intends to harm you, the third task of the tournament will be their last chance.

Therefore, you must go all out to prepare for the third task, seize the time to learn the Stupefy Charm and Disarming Charm with Jerry, and I even think you can go to Moody and learn one or two offensive curses from him. As for Crouch's matter, you are powerless to change it, it is more practical to focus on self-protection.

"Didn't he do a lot of ridiculous things at Hogwarts when he was young!" Harry said indignantly, folding Sirius's letter and stuffing it deep into the inside pocket of his robe, with some dissatisfaction in his tone about Sirius's blame.

Taking a quick glance at the clock on the wall, the group quickly packed their belongings. Hermione hurried to the Arithmancy classroom, while Harry, Ron, Neville, and Jerry headed towards the Divination classroom in the North Tower.

The mottled golden sunlight poured down from the tall windows on both sides of the corridor, like wide bands of light spread on the floor. The blue sky outside the window was clear and bright, as if it had just been carefully painted with a layer of bright glaze.

"Professor Trelawney's classroom must be as hot as a furnace, she never remembers to put out the fire in the stove," Ron said as he walked ahead, stepping onto the stairs leading to the silver ladder and trapdoor.

Ron was right. The moment Jerry opened the classroom door, a heatwave rushed towards him. The dim space was unbearably hot and stuffy, and the smell of incense was stronger than usual, almost suffocating.

Harry quickly walked towards a closed curtain, where there was a window. He gently opened a crack, letting the fresh air from outside quietly blow in, bringing a trace of coolness.

Jerry also chose a small table by the window to sit down, the soft printed-cloth armchair surrounding him. Jerry closed his eyes and felt extremely comfortable as the breeze from the window gently brushed his face!

"My dear students," Professor Trelawney said elegantly, sitting down on the armchair decorated with gorgeous wings, her unusually large eyes slowly scanning over each student present. "We have had a detailed discussion of planetary divination. But today is the perfect opportunity to delve into the mysteries of Mars, because it is currently in a very special position. Please turn your attention here, I will turn off the lights so that we can observe more clearly."

With that, she gently waved her wand, and the classroom suddenly plunged into darkness, with only the flickering flames of the stove becoming the only source of light. Professor Trelawney got up, bent slightly, and took out a delicate miniature solar system model from under the chair, which was cleverly placed inside a round glass cover.

Jerry leaned lazily on the chair, letting Professor Trelawney's explanation flow gently past his ears. The rich incense around him intertwined with the breeze that slipped in from the window, the former bringing a trace of dreamy feeling, while the latter gently brushing his cheeks, bringing a moment of clarity.

However, as Professor Trelawney's explanation deepened, this breeze seemed to become lazy, and gradually, Jerry's eyelids began to feel heavy, and the upper and lower eyelids unconsciously attracted each other.

Jerry, transformed into a raven, soared under the vast blue sky, accompanied by leisurely white clouds, with endless beaches and the boundless blue ocean under his feet. The breeze gently brushed his shiny feathers, bringing a trace of comfort and freedom.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver-white light pierced the sky, like the guidance of stars, leading him to flap his wings towards the horizon, until he reached a mysterious island whose traces had been smoothed by the years.

This island was a perfect circle, like a work of art carefully crafted by nature, and a huge cloud shrouded its sky, adding a bit of mystery to the mist.

Four majestic stone pillars stood on the island, as if rising from the depths of the earth's core, piercing the sky. Their height and weight were so huge that it was hard to imagine that this small island could bear them so stably.

As Jerry gradually approached, the scene on the island became even more shocking. I saw tens of thousands of wizards, holding wands and raising them over their heads, kneeling on the ground in unison, like believers deeply summoned by some force, and a solemn and fanatical atmosphere filled the air.

Jerry landed in the very center of the island, where stood a stone platform carved with complex inscriptions, each pattern seemed to contain ancient and powerful magical power. On this stone platform, two familiar figures came into view, Catherine and Kevin Ferres, both kneeling on one knee, with solemn expressions.

"Finally, finally waited for this day!" Kevin Ferres's voice was hoarse, and he was so excited that he was incoherent. His trembling hands suddenly raised, and on the stone platform, three ancient stone pillars rose from the stone platform at the foot, respectively holding three stone boxes of different colors, red, blue and gray. Among them, a familiar and evil force in the gray stone box was about to break free from the shackles of the stone box and rush towards him.

The stars in the sky were bright, Jerry was shrouded in a nameless mist, his figure gradually blurred, and the melodious phoenix鸣 like fairy music sounded in his ears.

"Crack!" A crisp sound appeared, and the surrounding world instantly lost its color, turning into a dead gray-white. Jerry suddenly woke up, shocked in his heart. Wasn't I in a divination class at Hogwarts?

As his consciousness gradually returned, the end of the dream lingered like a lingering sound. At the end of the dream, a beam of light pierced through the boundaries of time and space, crossed countless dimensions, and fell on Jerry. It was from himself standing before the throne, smiling and nodding at him.

Jerry suddenly sat up straight from the chair, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath. Before him, the originally blurred scene gradually became clear, the outline of the classroom reappeared, and beside him, on Harry's desk, there was a mess, the crystal ball and glass cups used for divination scattered all over the floor, the fragments shining with dazzling light in the sunlight.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, his hands tightly covering the scar on his forehead, his body curled into a ball, trembling and rolling helplessly on the classroom floor.

The students in the classroom were all attracted by the commotion caused by Harry, and they stood up one after another. Ron and Neville knelt beside Harry, also frightened by Harry's actions.

"Harry, wake up, are you okay?" Ron shook Harry vigorously, trying to wake him from the nightmare.

Finally, Harry slowly opened his eyes, only to see that his face was as pale as paper, his hands still covering his face, and the scar on his forehead was like a burning flame, throbbing violently, even forcing out his tears.

"Of course he's not okay!" Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of barely concealed excitement. Her large eyes stared at Harry, her body leaning forward involuntarily, "What's going on, Potter? Is it a premonition? Or a phantom? What did you see in your dream?"

Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos and fear in his heart, and finally chose to remain silent, simply shaking his head.

"Professor, I... I think I need to go to the hospital." Harry said with difficulty, his voice with obvious weakness and pain, "My head is about to split."

"Jerry," Harry suddenly turned to Jerry standing aside, his tone with a hint of urgency, "Do you know the password to Dumbledore's office? I think... I need to talk to him."

"Cockroach Clusters!"

Harry nodded, barely supporting his body to stand up. The surrounding classmates made way for him, and Harry didn't say anything more, just picked up his schoolbag, completely ignoring Professor Trelawney's curious gaze, and left the classroom.

"Jerry, are you alright?" Neville handed a handkerchief to Jerry, who was covered in sweat. Just now, everyone's attention was on Harry, who was making a lot of noise, and only Neville noticed that Jerry's condition was also not right.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a bit stuffy in the divination classroom." Jerry smiled, took the handkerchief, and gently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, trying to hide his discomfort.

However, at this moment, his movements suddenly froze, his gaze fixed on his finger—the magic ring that had been hidden in his flesh and blood, almost forgotten, had quietly appeared, and, surprisingly, there were three mysterious inscriptions on the ring that he had never seen before.

......

As night fell, the Great Hall was brightly lit. Harry had already left the divination classroom and went to Dumbledore's office, and told everyone everything he had seen in the Pensieve in the headmaster's office.

"There is a Pensieve in Professor Dumbledore's office. Through it, I saw some of Dumbledore's memories. It was the memory of the trial of the Death Eaters. Karkaroff was really a Death Eater before. He betrayed many people in order to protect himself when facing the trial!"

"Snape was also a Death Eater before, but he was released on bail by Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore believes in him!"

"And Mr. Crouch's son, I also saw him in the Pensieve. Mr. Crouch really gave his son to the Dementors!"

There was one more thing Harry didn't say, and that was about Neville's parents. Neville's parents were captured and tortured by the Death Eaters until they had a mental breakdown, and they are still lying in the ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He felt a little sympathetic to Neville. It must be terrible not to be recognized by your parents even though they are still alive.

"Dumbledore actually believes Snape so much?" Ron said in shock and incomprehension, "He knows Snape's past, but he can still trust him so much? This is simply..."

"Yes." Harry nodded lightly, his eyes involuntarily turning to Jerry, who was sitting on the other side of the long table, staring intently at the ring on his finger.

"Jerry?" Hermione called softly, but Jerry was still immersed in his thoughts, unresponsive to her voice. Seeing this, Hermione gently pulled his arm and asked again with concern: "Jerry, are you okay? You seem a little absent-minded."

Jerry suddenly came back to his senses, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he勉强挤出a勉强挤出 a smile and looked at everyone. "Oh, I'm fine, I was just thinking about something. Where were you just now?"

"We were discussing Professor Snape." Hermione replied, a hint of incomprehension and worry in her eyes.

"I see... Well, you guys continue talking." Jerry's voice seemed a little dazed. He stood up, indicating that he wanted to leave first, "I suddenly remembered that I have something urgent to deal with, excuse me." After speaking, Jerry hurriedly left the Great Hall.

"What's wrong with Jerry? He doesn't look like he's okay." Harry looked in the direction Jerry left and turned to Hermione to ask.

"I don't know either. Didn't he go to Divination class with you? Did something special happen?" Hermione looked at Jerry's leaving figure and pursed her lips.

Jerry didn't rush to find Catherine, but went straight back to his dormitory, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and carefully recalled the dream he had during the day.

His memory was exceptionally clear, every detail was replayed in his mind like a movie scene, especially in the ritual, the three stone boxes of different colors must be the sacrifices the apostle said. Among them, Jerry was sure that the gray stone box contained Voldemort's soul!

So, what's in the red and blue stone boxes?

And the newly appeared inscriptions on the ring, Jerry didn't think he would have daydreams for no reason, the three newly appeared inscriptions must have their purpose!