Hogwarts: I will not become the Dark Lord

Chapter 115 Congratulations, you have mastered a foreign language!

Malfoy and Harry get along fairly well. If you dance, I will support you!

Others are even more confused!

Green smoke filled the air, covering the entire venue. Neville and Justin lay on the floor, breathing heavily. Ron held onto the pale Seamus tightly, his heart full of guilt and panic, and he kept apologizing.

Even those idiots like Gower threw away the wands in their hands and started fighting each other with fists and kicks, causing blood to fly everywhere.

Stop! You idiots, stop! Stop! Snape shouted.

Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing wildly, and everyone else stopped and watched Snape quiet down.

You idiots, I really want to hammer you to death!

Didn't you hear what I said at the beginning? I said it was just a disarming spell! Goyle and you trolls, where are your wands!

Snape stood on the stage and spat wildly at the people below, spittle flying! Jerry looked relaxed and at ease. He leaned against the wall behind the stage and watched Snape's performance with great interest.

He is anxious! He is anxious!

Malfoy, Bro, you two come up! After some scolding, Snape, the old bat, said coldly.

Hearing Snape's words, Malfoy looked excited, then looked at Harry with a grin.

Harry swallowed and was reluctant to step forward for a long time.

Hurry up, Mr. Pott! Of course, if you're scared, just say so! Snape smiled sinisterly at Harry and then urged.

Seeing this, Harry reluctantly walked onto the stage and stood opposite Malfoy.

Who is afraid of whom? Malfoy, you are not Jerry! Harry comforted himself in his heart.

Everyone in the hall gathered around the two after seeing them getting ready. Jerry also protected Hermione and came to the front.

Ron and Neville also crowded to the side of the stage, shouting to Harry, come on!

Three two one! Start!

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the tip of Malfoy's wand exploded.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the darkness and landed on the floor between the two of them. It was a long black snake. It stood upright, its snake eyes flashing with dangerous light, obviously preparing to attack.

When the crowd saw this, they screamed and quickly backed away to give way to the open space.

Jerry... After Hermione saw the black snake, she pulled him back to prevent being attacked by the black snake.

It's okay! Jerry comforted in a low voice, but his eyes were fixed on the snake on the stage.

It was a strange feeling, he could completely understand the black snake's scream!

In the past, even if Jerry was not afraid, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart. However, at this moment, facing this long black snake, Jerry was surprisingly calm, with no fluctuation in his heart.

Because he had just arrived in a strange environment, the black snake seemed extremely angry, spitting out hissing words, and swam directly towards Justin Finch-Fletchley. It raised its snake head and exposed its sharp fangs, as if it was about to attack.

Don't move, I'll take it away! Snape said lazily.

But beyond Snape's expectation, Harry actually spoke first, making a blood-curdling sound like a snake, His! His!

Except for Jerry, who understood Harry's snake language, everyone else looked at Harry in shock, confusion and fear written on their faces.

Snape's reaction was particularly strong. He widened his eyes and looked at Harry in disbelief. That terrifying voice was all too familiar to him.

Jerry, is Harry a Parseltongue? He can actually talk to snakes? Hermione asked, pulling Jerry's clothes.

Who knows, just ask later!

What are you doing? Justin shouted in horror, and before Harry could speak, he turned around and rushed out of the auditorium.

Only then did Snape react, stepped forward, waved the wand in his hand, and the black snake turned into a plume of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

After staring at Harry for a while, Snape said to everyone: The duel club is over tonight, everyone should go back to their own colleges!

After saying that, he hurriedly left the auditorium.

You're a Parseltongue! Why didn't you tell us? Ron asked Harry after leading everyone to a small corner.

What am I? Harry looked confused, obviously not knowing what Ron was talking about.

Parseltongue! Ron explained, You can talk to snakes!

I don't know. I remember talking to a python in the zoo before. I wasn't a wizard at that time! This shouldn't be an amazing ability!

Harry said after scratching his head.

It's not a skill that comes easily. It's a terrible skill, Harry.

What's so bad? Harry asked, when he suddenly noticed that the students not far away were all lowering their heads and whispering. They glanced at him secretly from time to time, with obvious fear in their eyes.

Harry's heart tightened, and he vaguely felt something. The whispers and evasive glances of these students seemed to be hinting at one thing.

Can you talk to a snake...is it scary? I told the snake not to attack Justin!

I heard you speaking in Parseltongue, which is the language of snakes. We couldn't understand anything you said. No wonder Justin was panicked. The tone of your words sounded like you were encouraging the snake to attack him. . Ron said.

I don't know, I thought you all could understand. It should be fine! Justin and I will explain it tomorrow!

No, Harry, that's a big problem! Hermione lowered her voice and whispered, Because being able to talk to snakes is Salazar Slytherin's ability. Therefore, the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake.

After Hermione finished speaking, several people looked at Jerry, wanting to see if he knew some inside information.

Uh...congratulations Harry! You have mastered a foreign language before you even graduated!

Harry: ...

Stop joking, Jerry! If this continues, Harry will definitely be regarded as the heir to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets! Those attacks will be blamed on him!

After hearing Hermione's words, Harry realized why everyone's faces were so serious!

Due to the previous attacks, everyone originally suspected that he was responsible, but now, the evidence is conclusive!

Find some time to explain it to Justin! Jerry said nonchalantly.

Justin doesn't know if he has returned to the Hufflepuff lounge! I'm going to find him now to explain!

After hearing what Jerry said, Harry hurriedly ran in the direction of Hufflepuff. Ron and Neville saw this and followed him.

Chapter 116 Someone from the Ministry of Magic

Is it really okay for them to be so reckless? Hermione stared at the backs of Harry and the others and couldn't help but mutter. She didn't realize at all that sometimes her actions were actually more impulsive than theirs!

What could happen at Hogwarts! Principal Dumbledore is here to take care of it!

Yes, after all, the professor is so powerful! But Jerry, you are also very powerful! Professor Lockhart was hit so far by your spell! How did you do it?

Maybe I'm... born with supernatural powers!

…

By the next morning, the snow that had started late last night had turned into a violent blizzard. The wind blew sharply, and the snowflakes were flying in the strong wind, like countless white butterflies struggling in the cold air.

Jerry, have you read the Daily Prophet? The Ministry of Magic is coming to our school, it seems because of the attack! The newspaper also said that Dumbledore may lose his position as the principal of Hogwarts because of this!

Early in the morning, Hermione hurried over with a newspaper in hand.

After Jerry took the newspaper from her hand, he saw that it was an article written by the bug Rita Skeeter, and smiled disdainfully.

The Daily Prophet publishes countless reports every year, all saying that Dumbledore is going to step down. How many times has it come true?

Believe her, you might as well believe that I am Merlin!

Hermione: ...

…

During lunch time, after looking at the simple decoration in the hall, Jerry glanced at the professor's dining area. Sure enough, there were a few more people. Among them, except Fudge, the Minister of Magic whom he met on the train last time, Jerry was I don’t recognize any of them!

But there was one person, Jerry, who had already guessed about her identity after looking at her outfit!

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Dumbledore gently tapped the wine glass with the spoon in front of him to signal everyone to be quiet!

Let me introduce to you. The person next to me is the current Minister of Magic and several of his colleagues. Welcome them!

The students in the audience were scattered and applauded symbolically.

Thank you, Albus! But we are here to investigate the attack, and we hope you can cooperate with our work!

Of course, of course I will cooperate! Dumbledore said after smiling at Fudge.

…

After lunch, Jerry was stopped as he was about to leave the hall.

Mr. Green, please wait a moment. Quickly, take a photo of me and Mr. Green! Take a good photo!

After Fudge saw Jerry, he walked up to him and took a photo with him.

Mr. Green, long time no see! Fudge greeted Jerry after taking the photo.

Long time no see, Mr. Minister, but do you have anything to do with me?

I just want to ask you, do you know something about the attack? Fudge glanced around and asked in a low voice.

Mr. Minister, I don't know much. After all, I am only a second-year student. You should ask Mr. Dumbledore or the professors! Jerry frowned slightly and looked at Fudge.

Okay! Okay! But sir, if you know any news, please tell me, it is related to your safety!

Listening to Fuyi's righteous speech, the corners of Jerry's mouth twitched. He was truly worthy of being a politician!

Of course, Mr. Fudge, if there is any news, I will definitely inform you as soon as possible! Jerry endured the discomfort and then said with a smile.

After sending Fudge away, Jerry was stopped by a man in his forties, wearing a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses, and his hair was made into a delicate, stiff and weird style.

Introduce yourself, Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet.

Sure enough, Jerry thought to himself.

When they were just dining at the long table, Jerry guessed that this person was the bug Rita Skeeter!

I don't know, ma'am, what do you want from me? Jerry looked at Rita Skeeter with a permeating fake smile. He had not forgotten the other party's report on Black Wings in the Daily Prophet.

I just want to conduct an interview with you and ask you a few questions. How did you do what happened on the train last time? Did you lie to everyone? In fact, the dementor ran away on its own! You just It's just good luck! The third-level Order of Merlin should be very helpful to you as a Slytherin!