Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

The instant Jerry's feet touched the ground, he quickly steadied himself, backing against a thick tree trunk. He drew his old wand, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the heavy darkness around him.

Jerry didn't know who the other party was, or what means they had used to teleport him to this forest. He also didn't know if he was in the Forbidden Forest or somewhere else.

"I didn't expect," a hoarse voice said, one that sounded somewhat familiar to Jerry, "Dumbledore would even entrust this wand to you. It seems he cares a great deal for your safety. I just wonder if he'll cry when he receives news of your death, if he'll be as heartbroken as I was back then?"

As the words fell, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, the moonlight barely outlining his form—Third Bishop Ezekiel Mamon. In stark contrast to his previous polished appearance, he now had a face full of stubble, greasy, disheveled hair almost rivaling Snape's, and tattered, stained clothes, exuding an air of long-neglected頹废.

"But," Ezekiel Mamon's voice suddenly turned sharp and manic, "no matter how grieved he is, it certainly won't be one-tenth of what I felt! Because... hahaha... I, personally, ended the life of my own son!"

"This should count as our first meeting in the true sense... no, that's not right," Third Bishop Ezekiel Mamon shook his head, appearing mentally unstable. "This is the first time I've met you, but not the first time you've seen me. You saw me in New York, on that rainy night!"

"I know you're curious as to why I'm here, why Sophia didn't notify you in advance..."

Ezekiel Mamon suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh laced with a hint of desolation and madness. Then, with a wave of his wand, Sophia Mamon, already under the Imperius Curse, floated stiffly in the air, her face blank, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings.

"That stupid woman, daring to betray me as my wife!" Ezekiel Mamon's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "But thanks to her, I learned the whole truth."

"Your Excellency, you've caused me to lose everything!"

"Humph," Jerry scoffed, "if you hadn't sent people to Hogwarts to capture me for no reason in the first place, how would things have ended up like this today!"

"If I had been even a little weaker back then and had been caught by you, I imagine my fate wouldn't have been much better!"

"Hahaha, that's right," Ezekiel Mamon nodded amidst his maniacal laughter. "I'm very curious, what makes you different from everyone else? What are you, that we should submit to your will?!"

"That old fool Kevin Ferres keeps droning on about the millennia-old mission of the Apostles, about the Supreme Being. I just can't understand why we should submit to you. The Apostle organization was developed and strengthened by our families for generations. Why should you come along and take it all away?"

"Who knows if those ancient legends are true? The Apostles themselves have a vague understanding of past history, so how can they be sure that you are that Supreme Being? You can be it, so why can't I! I'm going to capture you, use every means in the world, even if it means cutting you open, digging out your heart, extracting your soul, just to see what makes you different from us!"

Jerry stared at Ezekiel Mamon, his fingers unconsciously caressing the ring on his left hand, his brow furrowed. The three runes that had previously appeared on the ring emitted a faint light. They were severing his connection to the Mysterious Island, which meant he couldn't use the ring to go to the Mysterious Island, which he regarded as an emergency shelter.

"She betrayed you. Why haven't you killed her yet?" Jerry's gaze pierced through the darkness, pointing to Sophia Mamon, who was suspended in the air. His words were deliberately drawn out as he secretly calculated. Cedric wasn't dead. Before he was brought here, he had already sent up a red flare. After the professors saw Cedric, they would definitely understand his situation. Dumbledore and Grindelwald would definitely have a way to find his location.

"That's none of your business!" Ezekiel Mamon revealed a look of regret. "I should have gone to Hogwarts to capture you myself, instead of sending those good-for-nothings! That way, those things in New York wouldn't have happened..."

Before the words had faded, Ezekiel Mamon's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly pointed his wand at Jerry, chanting in a low voice: "Avada Kedavra!"

However, Jerry's nerves were like taut strings, reacting instantly. The Elder Wand was ready and waiting. The two Killing Curses collided fiercely in the air, releasing a suffocating aura of death at the point of intersection. The surrounding plants withered and decayed rapidly under the impact of this force.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. Your strength has actually reached this level!" Ezekiel Mamon gritted his teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out with difficulty. He hadn't expected that the two of them would reach a stalemate. At the same time, Ezekiel Mamon was also somewhat grateful. If he had hesitated any longer and allowed Jerry to grow for another two years, it would be hard to say who would win!

Jerry gritted his teeth, his right hand gripping the Elder Wand tightly. As magic surged, his Killing Curse was like a rampaging beast, a sinister dark hue mixed within the ghostly green light.

At the same time, Jerry's left hand quietly reached into the depths of his robes. In that instant, he suddenly exerted force, not only pushing the power of the Killing Curse to its limit, but also lightning-fast pulling a handgun from his pocket, aiming it at Ezekiel Mamon, and emptying the magazine.

Ezekiel Mamon retreated violently, interrupting the two's spells. Sophia Mamon, who had been under the Imperius Curse and floating in the air, suddenly drew her wand and ambushed Jerry. A fierce spell tore through the air, slicing through Jerry's robes, leaving a shocking, deep wound across his chest that exposed bone.

Jerry leaned against the tree trunk, his blood staining his clothes red. But he had no time to care about the pain, his eyes burning with anger. He endured the pain and waved the Elder Wand with his right hand. The Severing Charm flashed like lightning, accurately slicing open Sophia Mamon's throat, cleanly severing her head, killing her completely!

"Sophia!" Ezekiel Mamon rushed towards Sophia Mamon, holding her head, kneeling on the cold ground, his eyes empty and lifeless.

"My marksmanship is really terrible! But, it looks like you still have a little affection for her," Under the shade of the trees, Jerry's face was pale from blood loss, his breathing rapid and heavy, but the scarlet light in his eyes grew even more intense. "Since you can't bring yourself to do it, then I'll give you a hand!"

If you want to kill me, then don't expect anyone to live!

Ezekiel Mamon was covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot, like a devil returned from hell, staggering towards Jerry. His abdomen, thighs, and even his palms were hit by bullets.

"I admit, I seriously underestimated you..." His voice was low and calm, but it couldn't hide the surging rage within. "But these small injuries... won't kill me!" He wiped the blood on his palm.

Ezekiel Mamon gently waved his wand, and the surrounding sand and stones flew up, turning into a raging whirlwind that tightly enveloped Jerry. The sand and stones in the whirlwind were like sharp blades, mercilessly cutting Jerry's body, leaving shocking wounds. Soon, the whirlwind was dyed a bizarre red by Jerry's blood.

"If you beg for mercy, I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, your soul is next!" Ezekiel Mamon looked at the battered and bruised Jerry, his tone full of cruelty and threat.

"Humph!" Jerry drooped his head and let out a contemptuous snort. He felt cold and sleepy.

"Next is when you pay the price for your actions!" Ezekiel Mamon smiled cruelly.

"Oh? What price are you prepared to pay?"

Around them, only the rustling of the wind through the trees echoed, but a voice suddenly exploded in Ezekiel Mamon's mind, making his spine tingle.

"Who? Is it Dumbledore? Or Grindelwald?" Ezekiel Mamon looked around, his eyes full of vigilance and caution, but there was nothing but the darkness and shadows of the trees around him.

"Price? I've already lost everything. That's the price!" Ezekiel Mamon roared loudly, but there was no response. He suddenly looked at Jerry, and then retreated in horror.

Ezekiel Mamon looked down at his hands, which were covered in Jerry's blood. He suddenly knelt on the ground, letting out a tragic and unwilling maniacal laugh. In the laughter, his eyes gradually twisted, eventually turning into two streams of warm, bloody tears that flowed down his cheeks, leaving two shocking bloodstains. Only emptiness and darkness remained in his eye sockets.

The blood on his hands boiled strangely, turning into a flame of depraved and blasphemous curse, engulfing his entire person.

In the flames, flesh and blood instantly melted, bones turned to ashes, and finally, only a ball of violent and scorching red soul was left floating in the air. Then, as if thrown by an invisible hand, it was thrown into the ring Jerry wore on his finger. On the ring, one of the three newly appeared runes was instantly dyed a bright blood red.

The Nameless Mist quietly descended, gently caressing and enveloping Jerry's entire body, taking the unconscious him and disappearing into the forest.