Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

By eleven o'clock, students were rushing towards the stadium.

Malfoy and his companions walked towards the pitch, while Jerry stayed in the stands with Pansy and Daphne.

As Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and into the air.

At the same time, a loud, enchanted voice sounded.

"——Very good, the one who grabs the Quaffle now is Angelina of Gryffindor..."

Jerry watched boredly as red or green afterimages slid past his eyes.

Their speed was so fast that the black and red balls drew dazzling parabolas in mid-air.

Only by listening to the commentary can Jerry know what happened on the field, which made him deeply boring.

"It would be nice to have a cell phone now."

Just as he was thinking this, an owl suddenly flew over and flapped into his arms.

There is also a small note tied to the owl's talon.

Jerry took off the note and it read in scrawled handwriting:

"The Potions office, come quickly. Severus Snape"

Snape asked me to come to his office?

Jerry looked up suddenly and discovered what he had been ignoring.

Snape wasn't even there!

Jerry remembered that during this game, Quirrell wanted to curse Harry, but was stopped by Snape.

Now that Snape is gone, who else can stop Quirrell? !

Jerry looked around nervously, trying to find a familiar professor, and then he was stunned again.

Quirrell wasn't there either.

The two people who secretly fought in the original book were actually absent from this game.

Could Snape letting herself go to his office also have something to do with this?

You know, since the first day of school, Snape has always disliked Quirrell and secretly investigated him.

Did he really investigate something?

Even if he really found out that Quirrell was involved with Voldemort, he was still looking for Dumbledore, so why was he looking for him?

Jerry was confused for a moment.

Daphne, who was beside him, noticed something strange about him and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"The dean has something to do with me."

Jerry hesitated for a moment, but decided to go over and take a look.

Pansy on the side intervened: "The professor's leg seems to be injured. I saw it when I looked for him yesterday. He may have something to do with you today."

Hearing this, Jerry felt a little calmer.

……

The castle was quiet and deserted, as if everyone in the school had gone to the stadium.

Arriving at Snape's office, Jerry knocked on the door.

After a while, a muttering sound like a bad cold came from the door.

"Please come in."

The next moment, the door opened in front of Jerry.

In addition to potions of various colors, specimens and a huge cauldron, there were two people in the office.

One person is standing and one person is lying down.

The one lying there was Professor Snape. His eyes were closed and his face was as pale as a death.

The one standing there was also very familiar to Jerry.

He is Neville Longbottom.

Jerry instantly pulled his wand out of his pocket and pointed it at him.

"who are you?"

'Neville' let out a deep laugh: "I am your good friend Neville Longbottom!"

"The Neville I know would not attack a professor!"

"Have you seen how Snape usually treats me?" Neville said calmly, "Can't I come back with revenge?"

"..."

"What, nothing to say?"

"Tom Riddle?" Jerry asked tentatively.

'Neville' was silent, he put his hand into his pocket, and then took out a toad.

It's Leif!

Now, the appearance of this pet has completely changed. It has a flat and ugly face, and its eyes have changed from the original horizontal pupils to snake-like vertical pupils. The bag on its body is bulging high and trembling constantly. It seemed as if something terrifying would peel out of its skin at the next moment.

"It seems that Dumbledore told you a lot of things..." Leif spoke in a very soft voice, "Didn't he tell you not to say that name in front of me?"

"Oh, of course. In his eyes, I will always be the same Tom Riddle. Out of respect for the teacher, I never corrected this little mistake of his..."

"But I think that young people should have the most basic respect for their predecessors... What do you think? Mr. Jerry Yoder."

Jerry was relieved at first. He was afraid of seeing a snake-like face on the back of Neville's head.

But immediately, his heart became excited again.

The toad with a snake face in front of him may look a little funny, but it was once the most powerful dark wizard in the world, the Dark Lord who was feared by countless people.

Sweat began to form on the palm of his hand that was holding the wand tightly...

"Okay, Mr. Voldemort, I don't understand why you came to me and Neville..."

Voldemort chuckled, and he looked at Jerry greedily: "Look at what I look like now...only shadow and air are left, and then attached to some small animals - or people, lingering..."

"In order to restore my strength, I returned to Hogwarts... There are countless secrets buried here... There is always one of those powerful ancient magics that can help me... Of course, there is also that smart fool Dumbledore, his Magic stone……"

"Then you must have found the wrong person. I don't know any ancient magic and I don't have a magic stone."

"Why don't you be honest with me? Jerry... To be honest, when I saw you for the first time, it was like seeing another me..."

"As smart, astute, talented as I was in my youth...and most importantly, in touch with the essence of power..."

"The dark power from the abyss..."

"Dumbledore will not allow anyone to come into contact with this forbidden power... Once exposed, he will definitely kill you... or send you to Azkaban... Have you noticed it, too? That power is becoming more and more difficult. Suppressed thirst…”

...Sorry, I really didn't notice it.

Seeing Jerry's silence, Voldemort became more energetic: "Cooperate with me, kid, and I will help you hide yourself and control this power... Correspondingly, you only need to help me regain my physical body..."

Are you lying here to cheat?

Not to mention that Jerry knew nothing about the so-called power of the abyss. After helping Voldemort regain his body, the first thing he had to do was to cast a death curse on himself, right?

So reject it?

What if he gets angry and takes action?

Jerry glanced vaguely at Snape lying on the ground. Even the dean didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he was no match for him.

How about trying that trick?

Thinking of this, Jerry no longer hesitated.

"To be honest, I grew up in an orphanage and never experienced a father's love. Seeing you now is like seeing my own father."

"If you don't mind, please allow me to worship you as my adopted father."