Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

At the entrance of the maze, Cedric lay on a stretcher floating in mid-air, emerging from within.

“Albus,” Professor McGonagall’s voice was a mix of seriousness and worry, “the situation is not good!”

The professors and the other judges quickly gathered around, while Cedric’s parents in the stands were frantic, almost sprinting towards the injured Cedric.

“Minerva, calm down,” Dumbledore nodded calmly to Professor McGonagall, signaling her to be patient, then turned to Madam Pomfrey, asking her to immediately conduct a preliminary examination of Cedric.

“It’s a fractured femur,” Madam Pomfrey said after a quick but thorough examination, “He must stay in the hospital tonight for treatment.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm alright,” Cedric seemed more anxious than anyone else, enduring the pain as he said, “Jerry is in trouble. We were attacked near the end of the maze. Jerry was right in front of me... gone!”

“But, the Quidditch pitch where the maze is located is anti-Apparition and Disapparition,” Professor McGonagall frowned, shaking her head in disbelief, “Cedric, are you sure you saw Jerry disappear so bizarrely?”

Cedric nodded, and everyone around him couldn’t help but turn their gaze to Dumbledore.

“Let’s get Cedric to the hospital wing first.” Dumbledore frowned. Cedric's parents followed closely behind their son on the stretcher, hurrying towards the hospital wing. They had been terrified when they saw their son being carried out on a stretcher!

“Please wait a moment,” Snape suddenly stood up and stopped Cedric, “Where is Potter?”

“Harry? Hasn't he returned yet?” Cedric asked, a look of confusion on his face, “After he got the Triwizard Cup, wasn't he supposed to be transported out?”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding crowd was stunned, looking at each other in dismay, and the air was filled with unease and doubt.

“Wait, do you mean… the Triwizard Cup, shouldn't it be a Portkey?”

“Alright, Cedric, go to the hospital wing with your parents first and focus on healing.” Dumbledore took a deep breath, “The competition is over!”

At that moment, Snape suddenly felt a burning sensation from the Dark Mark on his wrist. Snape understood very well what this meant. Fourteen years. It had been fourteen years. Voldemort was once again issuing a summons to his Death Eaters!

At the same time, Karkaroff's face turned ashen in an instant. He stared wide-eyed in terror, retreating backward at all costs, stumbling as if chased by a demon behind him, and fled towards the Durmstrang ship docked by the Black Lake.

The crowd in the stands seemed to have noticed something was amiss. The professors below quickly gathered together, discussing the unclear situation. Hermione was anxious. She quietly left the stands and hurried towards the entrance of the maze.

“What exactly happened? Where's Jerry? Why hasn't he come out yet?” Hermione looked around, only to see the professors with unusually serious expressions. Hermione didn't dare to disturb them. She could only quietly walk to Fleur, gently tugging at her sleeve and asking in a low voice.

When Fleur saw Hermione, she wasn't in the mood to explain to her, only shaking her head. She was also in a state of utter confusion at the moment.

Just as Hermione was about to continue questioning, a bone-chilling gust of wind suddenly swept across the open space in front of the maze. Immediately following, a thick black mist gathered without warning from the night sky, between the stars, towards the field not far from them. The professors retreated one after another, maintaining a safe distance, because they could clearly feel the ominousness contained in the mist.

As time passed, the black mist gathered and dissipated, revealing Jerry lying on the grass, covered in wounds.

Jerry's face was buried in the grass, filled with the fragrance of nature between breaths, but obviously, he had just woken up from a coma, and his body was extremely weak, every inch of muscle was telling of exhaustion. The surrounding noisy sounds surged like a tide, footsteps and shouts intertwined, making him feel both confused and annoyed.

Where the hell did this take me again?

A pair of old and powerful hands grabbed Jerry, gently turning him over, allowing him to look up at the starry night sky.

Dumbledore bent down and squatted in front of him, his face grave. Around him were dense figures, anxiously gathering around, their footsteps intertwined, making the ground seem to tremble slightly.

“Jerry?” Dumbledore's voice trembled noticeably. He stared at the dazzling crimson on his palm, Jerry's blood.

When Hermione saw Jerry, his clothes tattered and soaked in blood, covered in wounds all over his body, she felt a strong sense of dizziness, almost unable to stand. Fortunately, Fleur next to her reached out in time to support her, and the two of them struggled together to squeeze through the crowd and come to Jerry's side.

Looking at Jerry's extremely weak appearance, Hermione and Fleur's tears fell like a spring. They knelt on the ground, holding their hands tightly but not daring to touch him easily, for fear of causing more damage.

“Jerry, don't scare us…”

“Dumbledore, get him to the hospital wing first!” Snape quickly stepped forward, carefully pouring a bottle of precious potion into Jerry's mouth, “Scatter, everyone scatter!”

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, gently supporting Dumbledore. The eyes behind his glasses flashed with cold killing intent. On his weathered face, every wrinkle seemed to be engraved with endless anger. The people around felt this powerful aura and retreated involuntarily, not daring to approach easily.

“I'm fine, Minerva.” Dumbledore took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner emotions. After glancing at the people around him, he rushed to the hospital wing.

“This potion is for you!” Snape took out another small bottle of potion from the depths of his pocket and placed it in Hermione's trembling hands. Her face and lips were bloodless. “Don't worry, Jerry Green is just suffering from excessive blood loss. The injury looks scary, but as long as he's not dead, Pomfrey can save him!”

Hermione's mind was in a mess, almost unable to think. She instinctively took the potion, and before she could even say thank you, she stumbled towards the hospital wing.

At this time, in the hospital wing, in addition to Dumbledore, Hermione, and Fleur, the other professors of Hogwarts also rushed over, especially Snape and Professor Sprout, one was a potions master and the other was a herbology professor. Madam Pomfrey did not drive anyone out this time, she was also taken aback by Jerry's injuries!

“Albus, why is this child so badly injured?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

“Poppy, help Jerry clean his wounds first!” Dumbledore shook his head, his face full of exhaustion. He didn't want to speak at all now. He pulled Hermione and Fleur to sit on the chairs next to him, as if any words were superfluous at this moment.

“Dumbledore, the situation is not good, I think I need your phoenix, Fawkes, to help!” Professor Sprout's voice was anxious. She found that Jerry's wounds could not heal at all, even if she used dittany.

“Is phoenix tears needed? I have a lot!” Hermione stood up abruptly after hearing Professor Sprout's words, her voice with a hint of urgency. Dumbledore sent her some every year, and she never used them.

“Calm down, Hermione!” Dumbledore patted her shoulder gently, then summoned his phoenix, Fawkes.

Otherwise, do we know too much?

“What do you mean by that?” Dumbledore frowned as he looked at Grindelwald.

“Wait,” Before Grindelwald could explain, Snape's urgent voice appeared. He quickly signaled everyone to stay away from Jerry's bed. At some point, Jerry's figure had disappeared from the bed, replaced by a deep, dark mist with a faint purple glow.

“Everyone, back away!”

As the mist condensed, an unspeakable sense of oppression and suffocation enveloped the entire hospital wing, and a strong sense of unease inexplicably rose in everyone's heart.

Finally, the black mist slowly changed, revealing Jerry's figure again. The wounds that could not be healed just now had miraculously disappeared. Jerry's hair seemed to have become darker, and his figure had vaguely grown taller, but at this moment, he was completely naked, without any cover.

Hermione and Fleur rushed to the bed almost at the same time. Seeing Jerry's intact appearance, their hearts, which had just been dead and empty, began to beat again. Then, they realized the embarrassment in front of them. Hermione's cheeks flushed instantly, while Fleur subconsciously reached out and touched Jerry's chest, but was quickly slapped away by Hermione, who looked at her reproachfully. Jerry was still unconscious, and you want to take advantage?

The two quickly covered Jerry with a blanket.

“It's unbelievable!” Madam Pomfrey said. She had been a doctor for so many years and had never seen this kind of situation.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall rushed into the hospital wing in a hurry.

“How is Jerry now?”

“Don't worry, Minerva, Jerry is now… he should be fine!” Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Madam Pomfrey, “When will he wake up?”

“It shouldn't be more than an hour. His condition looks very good!” Madam Pomfrey replied after thinking for a moment.

“It's good that Jerry is alright,” Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, but then her expression became serious again, “However, Albus, you have to go see Potter right away. His condition is extremely bad. He… he said Voldemort has resurrected!”