Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

For several days in a row, Jerry and the others followed Mrs. Weasley in cleaning the old Black house. This old house had been unoccupied for too long, and the thorough disinfection of the living room alone took three whole days.

Although he couldn't go anywhere, Harry still felt much more at ease living here than with the Dursleys.

On the second floor, a complex and vast family tree of the Black family was hung. Sirius was not only related to Tonks, but even to the Malfoys. Bellatrix Lestrange was even Sirius's cousin.

However, Sirius's portrait had been burned by his parents, who were extremely obsessed with blood purity. Listening to his introduction, Harry learned that Sirius also had a younger brother: Regulus Black.

"My idiotic, foolish, silly brother," Sirius said, shaking his head. "He blindly believed in Voldemort, joined the Death Eaters, and when he recognized Voldemort's true face, he cowardly retreated and eventually died at Voldemort's hands..."

Late Tuesday night, in the kitchen of the old Black house, the members of the Order of the Phoenix were sitting upright around a long dining table, and Dumbledore, who had not been seen for a long time, was also present.

The dispute between Snape and Sirius erupted again, and the two glared at each other. If they weren't being held back by the people next to them, the two who couldn't stand each other would definitely have started fighting.

Dumbledore, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly turned his head, his gaze penetrating the dimness of the kitchen corner, locking onto an inconspicuous shadow.

Without anyone knowing when, Jerry had quietly appeared in that darkness, as if merging with the darkness.

"Who's there?" Mad-Eye Moody roared in horror, the wand in his hand almost instinctively waving out. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore's reminder just now, his magic eye wouldn't have detected anyone else sneaking into the meeting until now.

Snape and Sirius's quarrel came to an abrupt halt, and the entire kitchen fell into a dead silence.

Lupin, Tonks, and the others all looked in the direction pointed by Moody's wand, only to see a vaguely visible body silhouette standing quietly in the dim corner, its scarlet eyes flashing in the darkness, revealing a trace of disturbing unease.

"Don't be nervous, Moody, it's Jerry," Dumbledore signaled Moody to lower his wand.

"Are you really sure? That's Jerry Green himself?"

"Isn't it a disguise using Polyjuice Potion?"

Moody's vigilance did not diminish in the slightest. "My magic eye has been like it's blind until now, with no reaction at all."

"That's right, I can be sure!" Dumbledore nodded firmly, then turned his gaze to Jerry, who had been silent and acting as if he were an observer. "Jerry, your 'prank' was successful."

"Also, it's so late, why aren't you in bed yet?" Dumbledore's words carried a hint of gentle curiosity.

"Couldn't sleep. I heard movement downstairs, and curiosity drove me to come in and listen to what kind of 'bedtime stories' you guys are discussing every day."

Except for Dumbledore and Snape, everyone else present showed surprise when they saw Jerry slowly walking out of the shadows in the kitchen corner.

Snape had already witnessed Jerry's strange power back in Spinner's End. Ordinary wizards, even cunning Death Eaters like Wormtail, were nothing more than toys to be played with at will in Jerry Green's hands now.

The current Voldemort is tyrannical and arrogant. He no longer hides his despicable ambitions. Within the Death Eaters, apart from a few loyalists like Bellatrix, most people are forced to submit out of fear of his terrifying and bloody methods.

But Jerry Green is different. He is good at disguising himself, hiding his true ambitions deep in his heart, cleverly wrapping them in a facade of grand righteousness. That group of Gryffindor idiots, Potter's friends, are now actually led by him, a Slytherin student...

When did Jerry come in?

How did he come in? Apparition?

Why didn't so many of us notice?

Mad-Eye Moody still maintained a high degree of vigilance, staring sharply at Jerry's harmless smile, relentlessly rotating the magic eye in his eye socket, trying to capture any possible abnormalities.

"Boy, when did you come in? This is not a place for your pranks, and there are no bedtime stories for you to listen to!" Moody questioned sternly.

"Albus, what do we do with this little fellow now?"

"It's okay, Moody, don't be alarmed," Dumbledore looked at Jerry and shook his head helplessly. "In fact, I completely agree with Jerry joining us, even if he hasn't graduated from Hogwarts yet."

"I object!" To the surprise of everyone present, Snape stood up abruptly, his voice carrying an undeniable resoluteness, and then he frowned and looked at Jerry, "Jerry Green should protect Granger...them..."

Sirius and Lupin looked at Snape, who was inexplicably agitated, and then thought of Harry. No matter how powerful Jerry was, he was just a child the same age as Harry.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters, those damn bugs, evil and greedy, despicable and cunning.

Jerry is too young and simple-minded. It's too dangerous for him to face these people. After all, he's just a child!

"Alright!" Seeing that everyone disagreed, Dumbledore hesitated, and finally could only shake his head. "It's getting late. Today's meeting ends here. Everyone, go back and rest. I want to talk to Jerry alone."

After everyone left the kitchen one by one, Jerry leisurely sat down at the long table, the flames leaping in the fireplace casting mottled shadows on the wall.

"It's really not easy to see you," Jerry said with a smile. "Harry hasn't been doing very well lately. He's been anxious and paranoid all day long."

"You're hesitating? So you're deliberately avoiding Harry?" Looking at Dumbledore, whose heart was full of entanglement and struggle, Jerry continued.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, "You're right, I am indeed hesitating."

"There are some things that I should have told Harry when he was in first grade. But when I first saw him at the Sorting Ceremony, he was just a child who had lost his parents and had a slightly reckless personality," Dumbledore's words revealed a hint of helplessness.

"The scar on his forehead is a mark left by Voldemort. I'm afraid that the residual dark magic power in it will subtly influence and mislead his thoughts. Telling him those heavy past events will only increase his psychological burden."

"Later, in second grade, I still couldn't open my mouth. At that time, I thought, maybe I could wait a little longer, and tell Harry when he was in third grade. It wouldn't be too late."

"Like this, year after year, I hesitated, until now, Voldemort has resurrected and returned. I'm afraid that the power Voldemort left in Harry's body will use him, so I almost subconsciously avoid Harry."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, as if he had unloaded some of the burden in his heart.

"Perhaps you're right, Jerry. There are some things that I really shouldn't hide from that child any longer," Dumbledore nodded solemnly. "I think it's time to have a good talk with Harry."

"You came to me tonight, I'm afraid it's not just because of this matter, is it? I thought you would first ask me if you guys would be expelled from Hogwarts."

“Actually, I don’t care about this at all.” Jerry sat lazily in the chair, stretched, “The probability of me being fired is far lower than you waking up tomorrow morning and seeing Fudge impeached by the Ministry of Magic Council in the Daily Prophet.”

Honorable Mr. Fudge, Minister of Magic, why have you rebelled?

“The entire British Ministry of Magic has been infiltrated by the Apostles and turned into a sieve!”

“Do you believe that as long as you are willing to retire from the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic and the twelve school trustees vote to decide on a new Headmaster of Hogwarts, the result will definitely not be Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape, I will be elected as the new Headmaster of Hogwarts with a full vote, even if I haven't graduated yet.”

“So, you finally chose them?” Dumbledore asked helplessly.

Jerry didn't directly answer Dumbledore's question. He took out the Elder Wand and gently placed it on the long table.

“I’ve seen my mother.” Jerry said slowly.

Hearing this, Dumbledore didn't show much surprise on his face, as if he had expected this moment. It would have been surprising if they hadn't left Jerry with important information.

“So, you’ve thought it through and decided to tell me what Mandy told you?” Dumbledore said.

Jerry nodded slightly.

“Do you know the Law of Magic Circulation?”

“First, the magic power of ordinary wizards has a natural upper limit; this is the first restriction.”

“Second, when a wizard dies, their soul returns to the Limbo, or their obsession turns into a ghost, and the contained magic power will return to the material world through the decomposition of the law.”

“Third, after a phase cycle, the returning magic power will re-nurture wizards from newborn spirits, while magical creatures with magic power will serve as a supplementary mechanism for the balance of the law.”

“What do you mean?” Dumbledore sat up straight and looked at Jerry.

“The Law of Magic Circulation will never stop,” Jerry said in a low voice, “If, I mean if, a wizard appears in the magical world who breaks the first restriction? Who has no upper limit to their magic power?”

“How is that possible?” Dumbledore thought of a magical common sense: the upper limit of a wizard's magic power depends on their consciousness, but human consciousness is like an isolated island in the deep sea, with only a small part exposed above the sea surface.

The vast subconsciousness of humans beneath the deep sea is a shackle for wizards, an unreachable forbidden zone, but Dumbledore doesn't think so. Isn't restriction a protection for humans?

Touching taboos comes at a price.

“Jerry, are you the wizard without the first upper limit? Is this why the Apostles are looking for you?” Dumbledore's breathing became a little rapid.

The first upper limit does not exist, but what is terrifying is that the other steps of the Law of Magic Circulation are still in progress.

If Jerry really exists as an anomaly whose magic power cannot be limited, he will be like a gravitational black hole in the universe, endlessly drawing on the magic storage in the circulation system.

Magic power will be eternally imprisoned within him.

The breaking of the Circulation Law will trigger a chain reaction of world-destroying proportions.

In order to maintain the stability of magic power in the material world, magical creatures with magic power, which exist as a supplementary mechanism, will all die, providing limited magic power to the material world.

Life is a natural breeding ground for nurturing magic power, and what follows will be the use of life as fuel to supplement the magic power gap caused by Jerry in the material world.

It is foreseeable that as Jerry's magic power infinitely increases, every newborn's cry will be transformed into an energy leap within him; the withering of every forest will condense into a magical halo at his fingertips.

When the last trace of life essence on this planet is drained, it will be the day when the entire material world collapses into the void in pale magic power.

“I'm not entirely sure.” Jerry shook his head, his voice hoarse, “But since I accidentally absorbed Voldemort’s soul fragment as a sacrifice…”

“Since then, I have felt the magic power flowing in my blood increasing strand by strand at all times.”

“This… the feeling of power clearly increasing every minute and every second… is so wonderful!”

“Even my spells are undergoing incredible changes silently, like… this!”

The world in front of Dumbledore's eyes was like some frames of an image being removed. Jerry suddenly disappeared from his left hand side without any warning.

A hand appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder, pressing him back into his seat as he tried to stand up. Jerry had already stood behind him without him noticing any magical residue.

“Is it an illusion?” Dumbledore muttered to himself. Even Disillusionment could not achieve such eerie silence.

“This is not an illusion!” Jerry's voice rang out again, only this time he appeared next to the fireplace.

Looking at Jerry's figure, unable to capture his movement trajectory at all, Dumbledore suddenly felt an absurdity in his heart.

His Muggle friend Jacob once told him how he felt when he first saw a wizard, with a little excitement mixed in with the initial disbelief.

But when all the afterglow of the unbelievable fades away, all emotions will quickly transform into anxiety, then gradually accumulate into unease, and finally erupt into fear.

Dumbledore didn't understand before, but now he finally understands how Jacob and all Muggle parents felt when they first saw the Hogwarts acceptance letter.

It's absurd! But I'm not a Muggle, I'm one of the strongest wizards in the magical world! How could such complex emotions arise in the face of the current Jerry?

Dumbledore felt a faint unease in his heart. He feared that Jerry would go astray, but he didn't know how to speak. Jerry's appearance in the kitchen tonight and his confession had already explained many problems. Dumbledore knew that he could no longer persuade Jerry.

Dumbledore had also come through Jerry's age. When he was young, he even took the lead in shouting “For the Greater Good!”. It was fortunate that Jerry, as a Slytherin, was not more radical than he was when he was young.

“So, the purpose of your coming to me tonight is just to show… to flaunt how… 'amazing' your spells are?” Dumbledore said slowly after a moment of silence, “Tonight, you have given this old man too many… 'surprises'!”

“It's still about the Apostles.” Jerry sat back at the long table.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, “Your suspicious nature prevents you from trusting the Apostles. Compared to them, you are more willing to trust the Pure-Blood Party, otherwise you wouldn't have been in a hurry to arrange Miss Delacour to enter the Pure-Blood Party during the summer vacation.”

“In fact, I don't trust any of them,” Jerry said coldly, lowering his head, “It's just a temporary necessity!”

Hearing Jerry's almost rational words, devoid of any emotion, Dumbledore felt even more uneasy. He suspected that Jerry's list of distrust included himself and Gellert.

“The Apostles are a strange organization. They themselves don't know their origins, and there are no records. I can't figure it out, and I'm increasingly curious about what kind of taboos are hidden in their past history that make these people so afraid.”

“Since they are so afraid, why do they worship? And why do they never give up searching for aberrant wizards like me for thousands of years?”

“Don't underestimate the wizards' morbid pursuit of power. Taboos are never lacking in knowledgeable pursuers, even if the essence of this taboo knowledge is unbearable for humans,” Dumbledore explained.

“Twisted curiosity ultimately leads to desperate self-deception.”

“Worship is just the last fig leaf of fear!”

“Jerry, I think you must be hiding something important from me?” Dumbledore pressed, “For example, your injury after the Triwizard Tournament…”

After Dumbledore asked, a long silence fell in the kitchen until there was a movement at the door.