Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

At the farewell banquet on the eve of departure, the real Mad-Eye Moody was finally sitting upright at the staff table, his wooden prosthetic leg and blue magical eye back in place.

Madam Maxime was still present, sitting next to Hagrid, whispering to him. At the other end of the table, Snape sat next to Professor McGonagall, his eyes fixed on Jerry for some reason.

This year's farewell banquet felt particularly quiet compared to the past. Just then, Dumbledore slowly stood up, his deep gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Another year has passed…" Dumbledore paused slightly, as if considering his next words, then sighed and continued.

"There is something that, as your headmaster, I feel a great responsibility to not hide from you. Although the Ministry of Magic opposes it, I must inform you—Voldemort has returned!"

As soon as he said this, a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the hall, whispers broke out, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in shock and disbelief.

"Here, I want to promise all the guests who have come from afar," Dumbledore's eyes lingered on the Durmstrang students for a moment, "No matter where you are in the future, as long as you are willing, the doors of Hogwarts will always be open to you. I remind everyone present once again that Voldemort's return makes us understand even more that only by uniting can we be indestructible; if we are divided, we will be vulnerable."

As long as we have a common goal and open our hearts, those differences in customs and language will no longer be obstacles to our progress!

The next morning, by the Beauxbatons carriage at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was busy equipping harnesses to the two huge Beauxbatons horses.

"Don't forget my graduation gift!" Fleur hugged Jerry tightly, her eyes full of reluctance.

"Don't worry, we'll see each other soon!" Jerry said mysteriously in her ear.

"Goodbye, darling!" Fleur kissed Jerry on the cheek, "I'll be waiting for you in France!" With Madam Maxime's gentle urging, Fleur reluctantly boarded the carriage.

Jerry turned around and hurried back to the entrance hall of Hogwarts, where he met Hermione, who had been waiting, and went to Hogsmeade Station to board the train back home.

"By the way," Hermione suddenly said as everyone settled into their seats on the train after stowing their luggage, "Have you noticed that Rita Skeeter has seemed to disappear since the end of the third task, and there have been no more reports?"

"To tell you the truth, Rita Skeeter won't be writing any more reports for the time being."

"Did you catch that beetle?" Jerry asked curiously, hearing Hermione's confident words.

"So you knew she was a beetle, Jerry!" Hermione said excitedly, putting her arm around Jerry's shoulder.

"What are you two talking about? What beetle?" Harry, Ron, and Neville looked at Jerry with puzzled expressions.

"I've finally cracked Rita Skeeter's trick for snooping on other people's secrets!" Hermione couldn't hide her excitement, her voice trembling slightly.

"Tell us, how did she do it?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Rita Skeeter is actually an unregistered Animagus," Hermione said, taking a small, delicate, sealed glass jar from her bag. The jar was filled with withered branches and leaves, and a plump beetle was lying on the leaves.

"I'm not kidding, look at this beetle, the markings around its antennae are exactly the same as Rita Skeeter's ugly glasses frames."

"I remember!" Harry took the jar and carefully observed the beetle, which was buzzing angrily against the glass wall. "That night, when we accidentally overheard Hagrid talking to Madam Maxime about his mother, this beetle was lying on the statue."

"I've cast a strong stasis charm on this jar to make sure she can't transform and escape again. I plan to release her when I get back to London, I don't want to carry her around all day! But don't worry, I've warned her that she must not write any more articles for a year, otherwise I will report her to the Ministry of Magic for being an unregistered Animagus." With that, Hermione shook the glass jar vigorously before putting it back in her bag.

"That's great, Rita Skeeter won't dare to write those messy, insulting, and slanderous articles anymore!"

The train was unusually quiet today, and it felt like something was missing.

Malfoy paced anxiously outside the door of Harry's compartment for a while, finally knocked on the door, and walked in.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Harry asked unhappily, "You're not welcome here!"

"Humph, I'm not here to find you, Potter!" Malfoy glared at Harry arrogantly, then looked at Jerry, who was sitting quietly to the side.

"Looking for me?" Jerry was a little puzzled, then stood up and followed Malfoy to another compartment.

"Speak, what do you want from me?" Jerry stretched his body and asked lazily.

"The Slytherin prefect is graduating this year, and he asked me to ask you if you're willing to be the new prefect?" Malfoy said after hesitating for a moment.

"That's it?" Jerry raised his head slightly, looking at Malfoy, who was standing there blankly, with a hint of disapproval in his eyes, "I'm not interested, you be it!"

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor next semester will be that toad Umbridge, and he doesn't want to deal with her.

"I know what you want to ask. Your father should know very well about Voldemort, as for you…" Jerry stood up, patted Malfoy's uneasy shoulder, and didn't continue. Hawthorn wood, with a unicorn tail hair core, this is Draco Malfoy's wand, indeed consistent with his character, chaotic, contradictory!

"When you're truly desperate and feel hopeless, you can come to me!"