Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Mr. Filch, I have explained it many times, Mrs. Norris's matter really has nothing to do with me!

Harry Potter, you'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will avenge my cat!

Seeing more and more students gathered around him, Filch gave Harry a fierce look and left the corridor unwillingly.

Why are you arguing with Filch again?

It wasn't us, it was Filch who came over like crazy and warned us as soon as he saw us! I've explained it so many times, but he just doesn't believe me!

He's a squib! Ron said firmly, He must be jealous that we have magic power!

Let's go to class first! Jerry pointed to the clock on the wall. If we are late, Snape will definitely be scarier than Filch!

After hearing this, everyone rushed to the Potions classroom with their textbooks in hand.

Okay, okay, we're not late, Snape hasn't come yet!

Harry stood at the door of the classroom, looked at the empty podium, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said.

Potter, if I were you, I wouldn't stand at the door of the classroom, talking to myself like an idiot! Snape suddenly appeared behind everyone, grabbed Harry's back collar, and said sinisterly.

Feel sorry……

Pote, because you disrespect the professor, one point will be deducted from Gryffindor!

Huh? Professor Snape, I didn't...

Confronting the professor, another point will be deducted from Gryffindor! Snape directly interrupted Harry, not listening to his explanation at all, and then glared at Jerry standing aside reluctantly, and turned around. On the podium at the front of the classroom.

One of Neville and Ron held Harry, and the other covered his mouth. Brother Ha, give me some face and calm down!

They were afraid that Gryffindor's hard-earned house points would be squandered by him in one Potions class!

Seeing this, Jerry quickly pulled Hermione and found a seat in a corner. Harry was pulled to the Gryffindor student area by Ron and Neville.

One advantage of going to Potions class with Gryffindor is that Harry, with his sarcastic face, can attract Snape's firepower for Jerry.

Although he was occasionally affected, the pressure on Jerry was still much less in comparison.

Fortunately, Professor Snape didn't deduct any points from us for being late today!

You are not because of me! Jerry looked at Hermione's somewhat lucky look and thought to himself.

The situation in Slytherin's House Cup this year is not optimistic. If house points were deducted because of the tardiness incident just now, Slytherin would definitely be implicated and deducted points as well if Jerry was around.

Snape still wanted to lose face, so he could only find some far-fetched reasons and deduct Gryffindor's points while standing!

Of course, he could also just deduct points from Gryffindor without involving Slytherin. Professor McGonagall might have a big opinion, though.

If this were a time when Slytherin was ahead in points, especially like today, when Jerry and Harry were late together, you could see whether Snape would deduct points.

It’s a double happiness!

After all, in his eyes, there are only two kinds of students in Slytherin...the sinister and cunning Jerry Green and other students!

Pote, the swelling potion you brewed is too thin. Use your brain that was licked by a troll to read the steps carefully. If you hand in such a piece of rubbish after class, I will definitely let you endure it. Drink the magic potion!

In the smoky environment of the classroom, Snape walked back and forth, rudely criticizing the Gryffindor students' work. The Slytherin students were gloating and snickering nearby, as if they were watching a wonderful show.

Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom, you two idiots, didn't you say, heat it at low temperature! The temperature of your crucible is too high! Hurry...

Before Snape could finish his words, Seamus and Neville's cauldron exploded, and the swelling potion was splashed everywhere.

Fortunately, Jerry reacted quickly enough and cast a spell with his wand, blocking the liquid flying towards him and Hermione.

Others were not so lucky and screamed.

Seamus was the worst offender. He was shot in the face with potion and his nose swelled up like a balloon.

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Others' arms were swollen like mallets and they couldn't lift them; others' eyes were swollen as big as dinner plates in the hall and they were stumbling around.

Snape had the swelling potion splashed on his lips, and his upper and lower lips were swollen as if they had two sausages hanging out of them!

Banana, you Bara! Come to me to get anti-swelling medicine!

After seeing the slurred Snape handing out anti-swelling medicine to everyone in the front, Jerry lowered his head and tried not to laugh.

Professor Snape, you look so frustrated now!

Pfft! Jerry covered his mouth, but still couldn't hold back his laughter.

What are you laughing at? Snape, whose lips had recovered after using the anti-swelling agent, saw Jerry and Hermione acting strangely and walked over with a gloomy expression.

Professor, I remembered something happy! Jerry looked at Snape, pinched his thigh hard, and spoke in a low voice to make himself look more serious.

What happy thing?

Hermione's potion was a success!

Hermione, who was sitting next to her, was also trying hard not to laugh, trying her best to show a serious expression, but she couldn't suppress the raised corners of her mouth!

Why are you laughing again? Snape asked, staring at Hermione.

Jie...Jerry's potion was also very successful!

You are brewing the same potion!?

Ah! Yes, yes! Jerry nodded quickly.

Did I look funny just now?

Professor, we didn't see anything, and no matter how funny it is... we won't laugh... unless we can't help it!

Chapter 110 So cruel!

Ha ha……

In the corridor outside the Potions classroom, Jerry, who had been kicked out by Snape early, finally couldn't help laughing loudly.

Jerry, are we really okay with this? Hermione whispered.

Don't worry, get out of class is almost over, and haven't the tasks assigned to us by Professor Snape in class have been completed? Jerry said after pointing to the clock.

Well, I hope Professor Snape won't trouble us in Potions class in the future!

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In the dining hall of Hogwarts, the two people who finished class early came to sit down at the empty long table and enjoyed a rich lunch.

Soon after, students from various colleges came in one after another, and Harry, pulled by Ron and Neville, angrily came to sit down at the long table, and then complained crazily to Snape.

What happened? So angry? Jerry pointed at Harry and then asked Neville.

It's so scary! Neville couldn't help but shuddered, and his whole body trembled with fear, After you two left, Snape started deducting points like crazy for the potions we brewed, especially for Harry. The potion was made worthless by Snape!

Jerry: ...

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Saturday morning brought clear blue skies and bright sunshine, sweeping away the winter gloom. This is a rare good weather, and the warm sunshine outside the castle is particularly pleasant!

Jerry was discussing with Hermione about going to play outside the castle later when he was interrupted by a sharp scream. A Hufflepuff student rushed into the castle in panic, shouting for help.

Calm down, tell me what happened? When the Hufflepuff prefect saw that the person was a student from his own college, he immediately ran over to support his shaky body, and then asked.

Filch... Filch was attacked by someone, and he bled a lot, right...in the corridor on the second floor!

After hearing this, everyone immediately ran in the direction he pointed, and Jerry and Hermione also followed the crowd to the second floor.

Ah! The lower grade students and some girls screamed in horror when they saw Filch lying in a pool of blood. They were frightened by the tragic scene in front of them.

Hermione was the same way. She was startled by the scene in front of her. She grabbed Jerry's hand in panic, her body trembled slightly involuntarily, and then turned around and snuggled tightly against his chest, trying to find a sense of security.

Jerry held Hermione in his arms, gently stroked her hair, and whispered comforting words in her ear, but his eyes were fixed on the wound behind Filch that was dripping blood.

Looking at the horrific wounds extending from his shoulders to his waist, Jerry couldn't help but take a breath. He even saw the bones and spine on Filch's back.

Was this Ginny's doing, or was Voldemort controlling her? Jerry thought to himself.

Could it be because Filch and Harry had a dispute two days ago?

Tsk! horrible! I hope Harry will be happily married in the future!

Jerry patted Hermione on the back to comfort her and at the same time comforted himself. Fortunately, he always kept himself clean and never messed around with women!

Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Some students had just gone to inform the professors, and now they all rushed over after hearing the news.

After seeing Filch's tragic situation, all the professors were extremely serious, even Dumbledore.

To be honest, in more than a year of knowing Dumbledore, this was the first time Jerry had seen him show such an expression.

Not dead yet, but petrified! Snape said to Dumbledore after briefly checking Filch's wound.

Send him to the school infirmary quickly and hand him over to Madam Pomfrey!

All students, please leave the corridor now. The prefects have arranged the students in their respective houses and pay attention to safety! Minerva, I will leave this place to you first!

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Professor McGonagall nodded and arranged for the students to leave the corridor and return to the hall in an orderly manner.

What happened? Harry and the other three had just gotten up and came to the hall after washing up. They had no idea what had happened.

Where did you just go? Hermione asked immediately after seeing the three of them.

In the dormitory! What's wrong? At this moment, Harry noticed that not only the Gryffindor students, but also the other three grades were looking at him seriously.

Just now Filch...

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Thank you for your hard work, Minerva! Have all the students been arranged?

Professor McGonagall nodded and asked, How is Filch?

Before Dumbledore could answer, Madam Pomfrey hurried in.

How's the situation?

Madam Pomfrey shook her head and said: Mr. Principal, Filch is now dying. His whole body is stiff after being petrified, and the wound on his back was injured by black magic. I can't stop the bleeding at all! The other party is obviously I want him to slowly bleed to death in pain!

Madam, is there any way to save Filch now?