Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Inside the Hogwarts hospital wing, Jerry suddenly opened his eyes, like a lurking beast awakened, his sharp gaze sweeping around, searching for his wand.

"It's alright, Jerry, you're safe now, this is Hogwarts," Hermione's voice choked with emotion, as she tightly gripped Jerry's arm, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Hogwarts?" Jerry took a deep breath, his gaze gradually focusing on his surroundings.

Hermione was sitting upright beside his bed, her hands clasped tightly on his, while Fleur, seeing this, quickly offered a glass of warm water, and Catherine paced anxiously by the bedside, rushing to the bed the moment she saw Jerry wake up, her eyes full of concern.

Jerry's consciousness gradually returned, he took the glass of warm water, his fingers gently caressing the cup, but he didn't drink.

He was surprised to find that the wounds on his body, including the shocking wound on his chest, had all disappeared, leaving not even a scar.

The weakness and fatigue of a recent serious illness were completely gone; Jerry only felt full of energy and active magic.

"Why did you take all my clothes off?" Jerry tried to gently pat the backs of Hermione and the others' hands, signaling them to let go of him so he could put on some clothes, but before he could finish speaking, Jerry's body suddenly blurred, turning into a cloud of misty vapor, breaking free from their embrace.

Then, in the astonished gazes of everyone, the cloud of mist instantly condensed again, finally revealing Jerry's figure, only to see him standing naked beside the bed.

"This… what's going on?" Jerry frowned in confusion, looking at the faint black mist rapidly dissipating around him, and the body condensed from his nameless mist; what was wrong with his body?

Jerry quickly looked down… Thankfully, it was still there…

"Jerry!" Hermione's voice was tinged with panic, and she quickly turned away, her cheeks flushed red, then frantically tossed a robe towards Jerry, trying to cover his embarrassment.

Fleur watched this scene with great interest, while Catherine's eyes became even more fanatical, as if she had witnessed some incredible miracle.

"Looks like my injury wasn't for nothing," Jerry said with a wry smile.

"How did I get back to Hogwarts? Where are my other things? I remember I was teleported away by Ezekiel Mamon, wasn't I?" Hermione pointed to the bedside table, and Jerry immediately understood, quickly walking over and taking out his small bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm from the bedside table drawer.

Opening it, he found all his personal belongings and his wand inside.

"I apologize, Your Eminence, it is all my fault, I was negligent, which led to this blasphemer Ezekiel Mamon committing such a heinous crime!" Catherine's voice was filled with deep self-blame.

"I have already notified my grandfather, and he is on his way to Hogwarts," she added, but Jerry gently shook his head.

"No need, Catherine," Jerry said, taking out his clothes from the bag with the Undetectable Extension Charm and putting them on, "Tell your grandfather he doesn't need to come, I don't blame you!"

"As for Ezekiel Mamon…" Jerry gently caressed the magic ring on his finger, "I think I should also have the authority to mobilize the Enforcement Squad, right?"

"Of course, Your Eminence!" Catherine replied without hesitation, her voice revealing respect for Jerry's authority, while glancing at Hermione and Fleur, who looked puzzled, and responding in a low voice.

"Voldemort has already been resurrected, are you still going to hide your existence?" Jerry said softly, "Since I have the authority, then notify Alex Canterbury, isn't he the Deputy Commander, notify him to take action, and let me see the capabilities of the Enforcement Squad!"

"Then besides Ezekiel Mamon, the other members of the Mamon family…" Mentioning Ezekiel Mamon, the flames of anger rose again in Catherine's eyes, and even the other members of the Mamon family became targets in her words.

"You can handle it yourselves!" Jerry waved his hand, "Anyway, I don't want to see these people again!"

"I understand, Your Eminence!" Catherine's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Alright, Jerry, the most important thing for you now is to rest!" Hermione gently but firmly pulled Jerry over, gently pressing him back onto the bed.

Hermione didn't want to hear Jerry and Catherine saying things she didn't understand anymore; if possible, Hermione really didn't want Jerry to have too much contact with Catherine and the organization behind her.

Catherine's gaze turned to Hermione, her brow furrowing slightly, a hint of imperceptible disdain flashing in her eyes.

Fleur quietly watched Jerry and Catherine, thoughtfully after hearing their words.

Just then, the door of the hospital room was gently pushed open, and Harry staggered in, his injured leg making his steps seem a little unsteady, followed closely by a dignified black dog.

"Jerry, are you alright? I heard, you were seriously injured!" Harry immediately saw Jerry and asked anxiously.

"I'm already fine, but you…" Jerry shook his head, "I heard about what happened to you."

"Voldemort has resurrected!" Harry slowly sat down beside the bed, his face filled with exhaustion and fear, and he told them in a dispirited voice about what had happened after he was teleported to the Riddle family cemetery by the Triwizard Cup.

"Voldemort has become more powerful than before, he is no longer afraid of me, now he can touch me!" Harry said with fear on his face, his voice trembling, and the big black dog following him gently patted him with its paw, as if to comfort him.

"But, Jerry, just now in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore and Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had a big argument, I've never seen Dumbledore so angry.

Fudge simply doesn't believe Voldemort will make a comeback, even though I told him I saw it with my own eyes!"

"He's more willing to believe Rita Skeeter's sensational reports, thinking I'm just exaggerating to get attention!"

"The most hateful thing is that we have clearly captured Mr. Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., he can serve as a witness, but Fudge ignored Dumbledore's regulations and forcibly brought Dementors into the castle, allowing the Dementors to kill Barty Jr.! I really suspect whether he is the Minister of Magic or the Minister of Death Eaters!"

Another series of hurried footsteps sounded outside the hospital room, then Fudge abruptly pushed open the door and strode into the room, going straight to Harry.

"This is your reward," Fudge said coldly, taking a bulging money bag from his pocket and tossing it into Harry's arms, "One thousand Galleons.

Originally, I planned to hold a grand award ceremony for you, but now it seems, let's keep it simple.

Potter, I hope you can wake up and stop spreading those unrealistic rumors!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, every word I say is true, Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater, and so are Goyle and Crabbe's fathers, you don't believe any of this, Mr. Fudge, you will regret it in the future!" Harry clenched his fists in anger, his body trembling slightly.

"Potter, you've been brainwashed by Dumbledore's ideas! I am the Minister of Magic!" Minister Fudge retorted indignantly, his eyes full of anger, he glared at Harry, then placed his bowler hat heavily on his head and turned to leave.

After Fudge left, Dumbledore and Mrs. Weasley hurried in.

"Jerry, you woke up so quickly?" Dumbledore looked at Jerry, the anger originally brought about by the argument with Fudge completely dissipated, and his serious eyes became gentle.

"I'm fine, but what about Old Lady Bathilda?" Jerry asked.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell her you were injured, the old lady's eyesight isn't good, I've already settled her in!" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Alright, the tournament is over, although extremely bad things happened in the end, but luckily none of you lost your lives because of it, you and Harry should both rest well here tonight, we'll talk about anything else tomorrow!"