With Lockhart gone, the students gathered around from every house erupted.
Cheers and shouts shook the air.
Of all the students, those in Slytherin looked at Jerry with the most complicated expressions.
Jerry was one of their own, and they admitted he was powerful, but why the hell couldn't he follow the script?
Half of second year was already over. Shouldn't he be winning over the pure-blood nobles, becoming Slytherin Prefect, then student council president, and founding his own organization after graduation?
He'd come from an orphanage too, and he was gifted beyond belief. Why was he so different from the other one?
Where was his Slytherin ambition?
And why was he hanging around with Gryffindors?
If Jerry had known what they were thinking, he would have scoffed.
You worms think you're worth winning over? Then I'd be making money on my knees! How pathetic would that be?
When Voldemort was young, he'd had Dark Magic for good conduct, Dark Magic for character, and Dark Magic for refinement. A fine young man with all three virtues!
He'd even been a respectable fellow, the sort who faced outward when he took a dump in a latrine!
And now? Neither human nor ghost!
Just look at the Pure-Blood Party: elegant and refined. Then look at the Death Eaters... What a bunch of sorry specimens!
As if I, Jerry Green, need to win you over.
Worst comes to worst, I'll go home and inherit the family business!
He'd even thought of a slogan: "Make the Pure-Blood Party Great Again!"
Make Alliance Great Again (MAGA)!
Perfect!
"Everyone, quiet!" Snape raised his Wand, signaling for silence.
Jerry merely shrugged at him and spread his hands.
Old bat, I did what you asked!
Snape ignored Jerry and glared murderously at the students around them.
Before long,