Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

In the late July twilight, Jerry stood by the shimmering artificial lake of the French Chateau, gently flipping through a stack of letters Tom had just delivered—letters from Hermione, Catherine, Dumbledore, and even one from the newly resurrected Voldemort…

The setting sun poured over the lake like molten gold, dyeing the shimmering water a warm, orange-red.

Fleur approached from a flower-lined path not far away, wearing an elegant blue long-sleeved knit top and tight jeans, her waist-length silver hair tied into a high ponytail, swaying gently in the breeze.

In just over a month, Fleur had undergone earth-shattering changes in both her temperament and strength.

Fleur's steps were light as she quietly approached Jerry, a notebook in her hand.

"Chirp!"

Tom stood on the railing beside Jerry, and when he saw that Jerry was still looking down at the letters in his hand, seemingly unaware of Fleur's presence, he chirped softly to remind him.

However, Jerry continued to frown at the messy letters in his hand until Fleur quietly embraced him from behind, her clear, bell-like laughter instantly breaking the surrounding silence.

"Darling, whose letter is it that you're reading so intently? I came so close and you didn't even notice!" Fleur gently rested her chin on Jerry's shoulder, smiling charmingly, her voice full of tenderness and curiosity.

"Here, take a look for yourself."

"I thought it was a letter from Therese," Fleur said softly, with a hint of casualness in her voice.

In her and Therese's eyes, Hermione never seemed to be regarded as a real opponent or threat, after all, whether in terms of appearance or family background, Hermione had no competitiveness compared to them.

"You guessed it?" Jerry gently patted Fleur's hands around his waist, asking with a playful smile.

Fleur then released her embrace and instead took Jerry's arm, a smug smile appearing on the corner of her lips when she heard Jerry's question.

"So, I guessed right? You've had dealings with Voldemort and his Death Eaters for a long time?" Fleur shook Jerry's arm in her embrace, while returning the notebook in her hand to him.

For some time now, she had been living in one shock after another, Jerry's true strength and the development and utilization of different spells were constantly expanding her cognitive boundaries.

In every way… Jerry was perfect, even overwhelmingly strong, making it unbearable!

"Have you memorized everything inside? The wizarding world won't be peaceful in the next few years!" Jerry put away the notebook, which contained many of his deep understandings and practices of various spells over the years, especially Dark Magic, as well as some summaries of spell experience in combat.

In addition, Jerry also included in the notebook several more refined Dark Magic spells after Grindelwald's improvements.

This notebook was specially prepared by Jerry for Fleur a long time ago, because he found that whether it was Hogwarts or Beauxbatons, the education system was too biased towards the teaching of theoretical knowledge, while neglecting the cultivation of practical skills, resulting in uneven mastery of even the most basic spells among the student population, and a one-size-fits-all approach to Dark Magic.

Even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, who needed excellent grades in many subjects in the Wizarding Exams to be appointed, were the same.

It was unbelievable that some Aurors in the British Ministry of Magic couldn't even cast the most basic Shield Charm for self-defense.

"I have memorized the contents of the notebook, and I am already proficient in most of the spells.

As for the rest, I think I will be able to master them soon!"

Fleur nodded confidently.

Jerry's hands-on teaching these days, coupled with the fact that Fleur could represent Beauxbatons in the Triwizard Tournament, meant that her talent was naturally not bad.

The way she looked at Jerry became even more passionate.

Thinking about last semester, she and the other three were actually competing with Jerry for the Triwizard Cup?

Now it sounded like a joke.

Jerry was just playing house with them, and if everyone had really gone all out, the probability of anyone other than Jerry winning the championship was no less than the probability of Dumbledore and Grindelwald both accidentally falling from a high tower and dying.

"The more I understand your strength, the more incredible it seems that the champion of the Triwizard Tournament last semester was Potter!" Fleur shook her head.

"That's impossible.

The few of us combined, I estimate you could take care of us with a wave of your hand.

How could Potter be the champion, so thinking about it, it can only be that you did it on purpose, plus what I've learned and seen at Mrs. Rosier's place during this time, it doesn't seem hard to guess!"

"But, Jerry, I always have a doubt in my heart.

Since I can realize this, then Dumbledore, who also knows you well, must also be able to think of it, why, why doesn't he stop you?"

"Dumbledore?" Jerry smiled faintly.

"In fact, he has known many things for a long time.

As for me… Dumbledore and Grindelwald made a promise to me in my first year at Hogwarts that they would not interfere in my affairs."

"No matter how this world evolves, the essence of human nature remains unchanged.

Wherever there are people, classes will naturally form, the strong dominate, the weak depend; the superiors manipulate, the lower layers obey.

Such a rule is already the norm in the Muggle world, and in the wizarding world, it is infinitely amplified, even Dumbledore and Grindelwald are no exception!" Jerry's voice gradually became deep.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a clear-cut pyramid of classes appeared in the heart of the lake.

Muggle, Wizard, Ministry of Magic and a series of names appeared on different levels of the pyramid.

"Since this world will eventually need a leader, whether he is a ruler, a guardian of order, or a so-called 'fair' arbitrator, then why can't that person be me!

Thinking about it this way, what I am pursuing is not going against the heavens, but conforming to a certain inevitability."

"I can also be the side of justice, and when that day comes, everyone will spontaneously sing hymns for me!"

A breeze from the lake gently caressed his forehead, inadvertently revealing the immense ambition hidden in his deep eyes.

"You entering Slytherin is undoubtedly the most precise arrangement of fate!" Fleur tightly hugged Jerry's neck, their foreheads gently touching, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

"Do you know why I stand by your side so firmly and without hesitation?"

"From childhood to adulthood, the Veela bloodline has ensured that my world is never short of suitors.

Among them, some are excellent in academics and talented; some are outstanding in appearance and elegant; and some are from famous families and hold power.

As long as I nod slightly, I can receive countless precious gifts and vows that are worthless to me.

However, in my eyes, they are as similar as copy and paste, lacking that unique quality that makes my heart flutter."

"But darling, from the moment I first met you, I knew you were different from everyone else I had met.

You possess an unspeakable charm, sometimes I even suspect that you are a Veela wizard like me, making me infatuated, irresistible, and impossible to ignore."