Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

The little mute is not a fool. If he suddenly picked up a bag of delicious food, the little guy can still understand it.

But if you can find it every day, it’s just a fool.

Since Gretel regained his health, the little guy has been able to get normal food every day.

Sometimes it's grilled chicken, sometimes it's steak, sometimes it's just fluffy white bread.

Even though Grete had torn the food into pieces.

But this will not affect their consumption at all.

There were countless homeless people in the entire city, so how could it be possible that he was the only one who could be found every day?

It doesn’t even matter the time, whether it’s the bright sun or the dead of night, you can gain something every time you go out.

And the other wanderers who used to keep an eye on him from time to time, during these days, the little guy has never seen them once.

He can no longer remember how long he has been wandering. He has long figured out the rules for how to survive in this humble and strong society.

And used this to find a way that suits me.

What's even more strange is that when he goes out, no matter how much he conceals himself, as long as he encounters living people, they will be more or less curious about his bulging hat.

But now there is no more, even those copper hats who walk the streets and alleys all day long, looking for money bags, turn a blind eye to him.

Gretel almost laughed out loud as she watched the little guy try it out several times and surrender himself to the magic particles.

In the past few days, in order to prevent him from being unable to estimate the little guy when he went to do errands, which would lead to some dangers.

After Gretel regained control of the magic particles, he would use magic particles to solidify the spell around the little guy's body every night after he fell asleep.

In addition to the necessary utopia, a Muggle confusion spell was also solidified.

This can help him avoid many dangers.

When the little guy discovered this situation, he paused in place for a long time, and suddenly ran wildly in one direction as if he was crazy.

Not far away is the kitchen of the restaurant that the little guy often frequents, where Gretel prepared today's food for him.

Now this situation happened suddenly, and Grete didn't know what happened for a while.

He had to follow quickly.

At first Gretel thought he had realized that he had recovered and wanted to escape.

Later I discovered that the little guy’s running had a purpose.

His target was a church in the center of the city.

When Gretel discovered the little guy's goal, he suddenly felt very inconsistent in his heart.

I really can't figure out why a little guy from the magical world would be so fanatical about the religion of the Muggle world.

Yes, Grete was swimming near the little guy, looking at the expression on his face, which was indescribable fanaticism.

As soon as I entered the church, my enthusiasm turned into piety.

The pastor of the church is preaching to the believers.

The believers were all poor people from the bottom with ragged clothes and sallow faces, but their eyes became particularly bright as the pastor preached.

“The God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself perfect you, strengthen you, and give you strength.”

When the preaching pastor said these words, his eyes were gentle, sliding from the first row to the last row of believers' bodies.

He was like a ray of light in a miserable life. He didn't feel the smell of these people who came to hear the sermon was unpleasant, nor did he feel there was anything wrong with them making the church dirty.

Gretel only glanced around briefly before focusing on the little guy.

He was curious as to why the little guy came here.

In my ears was the pastor's "bewitchment". He was advocating that people are born to suffer, and any suffering they suffer now will be compensated by God after they reach Consummation.

Grete sneered at this. Regardless of his past life or this life, he had no good impression of those who advocated and praised suffering.

If suffering was something that people were born to experience, those aristocratic gentlemen in the city would not be so fattened by it.

Just because the taste was not so good, the whole plate of steaks was dumped into the swill bucket.

Look, the poor people who listen to his sermons in church now have to fight with their lives if they want a piece of black bread.

Even now their hungry stomachs are still growling.

As for this magnificent church now, with its gold-decorated ceiling and painted paintings on the ceiling, even a small piece of it would be unaffordable even if all the poor people here were sold.

This is still advocating suffering.

Are there any nobles around who are here to listen?

Just kidding, advocating suffering is just to deceive these civilians. Otherwise, if they wake up, the unlucky ones will be the upper class people who have no worries about food and clothing.

We have to give them a hope, a hope that they can place their happiness in the future after suffering enough.

This can be regarded as giving a head start to a difficult life. The money saved is put into their pockets before they even have to eat it.

It was not that Gretel had never seen a real ascetic, but obviously the fat priest with a ruddy face and a wide body on the stage was not.

A true ascetic is like the old priest Grete saw when he was a child, who did his best to give St. Mary's Welfare Home as many supplies as possible within his authority.

Gretel had never heard him say that suffering was a good thing.

Every time the old pastor preached to people, he always said that a happy life must be created with hands, and God can only rely on the spirit and heart.

He will not suffer for you, nor can he relieve your suffering.

The only person who can bring yourself out of suffering is yourself.

When children like Grete and others from the orphanage came to listen to the sermon, he would tell them both inside and outside the words.

We must embrace knowledge, arm ourselves with knowledge, and use diligence and hard work to rewrite our own destiny.

No matter what kind of suffering you fall into, you must firmly believe that happiness does not come from suffering.

Suffering may not be avoided, but you can definitely change it by yourself. If you are better today than yesterday, you are one step away from suffering.

This is a serious preacher.

Perhaps he is not a good pastor to the church, but to the welfare institution that relies on his charity, he is the kindest and greatest person.

Now listening to the fat priest in front of him who spared no effort to fool the people, Gretel couldn't help but feel a ball of anger welling up in his heart.

“We must worship the omnipotent Lord. If you don’t believe in the Lord, the Lord will bring disasters. The current suffering is all because your faith is not strong enough.

When one day, like me, you are able to dedicate yourself wholeheartedly to the Lord, your suffering will end, and after death, you will go to heaven where the Lord lives..."

Shameless~

Gretel listened to what he preached, and then listened to what Legilimency read, "If these stupid untouchables all go to the New World, who will help me take care of the manor, and who will sell my indulgences to?"

But at this moment, the little guy nodded silently like everyone else around him, agreeing with the fat pastor's brainwashing views.

Gretel once again had the idea of ​​reading the little guy's heart.

He was really curious about the little guy's identity and his experiences.

The horn on his head and the silvery blood all reveal to Gretel the truth that he is a member of the magical world.

But now the little guy is thinking about his future life, and Gretel can't read any useful information at all.

It wasn't until the pastor's sermon ended that the little guy stood up with some unfinished thoughts.

Seeing the hesitant attitude, Grete felt that as long as the priest waved his hand, he could just go with them.

After leaving the church, the little guy habitually walked along the wall, hiding his figure as much as possible.

Gretel silently appeared at the corner in front, leaning against the wall, listening to the little guy's shuffling footsteps gradually approaching.

I thought that the little guy would choose to run away the moment he saw me.

Unexpectedly, the little guy's actions were beyond Gretel's expectations.

I don’t know how much brainwashing power the pastor’s words have. The moment the little guy saw him, the thought in his mind was, “The Lord will always watch the suffering I receive.”

If the timing hadn't been right, Grete would have wanted to demolish the pastor and the church.

This damn life, what a good wizard's seed has been polished into.

A wizard, even a young wizard who has not yet formally learned magic, begins to place his hopes on empty gods.

This is really hard for Gretel to imagine.

But Grete also understood why the little guy came back again and dragged him back to the shelter after he left.

Gretel was right, he had indeed escaped from the magical world.

However, the little guy is really too young, and his memory is very messy, and it is difficult to sort it out using Legilimency alone.

Gretel watched him wander into the Muggle world, and watched him being tricked by Muggles into going to the circus.

Seeing that he was coveted by wizards and used as a potion material.

Horn, hair, blood...

The lawless dark wizard locked him in a dark secret room.

If it hadn't been for an accident in which the dark wizard blew himself up, the little guy might never see the sun again.

However, he knew that he belonged to the magical world.

But he didn't know how to return to the magical world.

Being too young and lacking any abilities, he could only hope to meet a kind-hearted wizard.

But no, I have never encountered it.

The conflict between wizards and Muggles has caused most orthodox wizards to disappear.

The only people the little guy can encounter are dark wizards with no moral bottom line.

Fortunately, after the little guy suffered a loss, he knew what it meant to be cautious.

When he encounters people who are suspected of being wizards, he will observe them first and will not contact others rashly.

Until he met Gretel who was dying.

It must be said that Gretel's good looks helped him create a positive image in the little guy's mind.

Although Gretel also studies black magic, he can even be regarded as a top figure among dark wizards.

But he never indulged in black magic, so he didn't have the smell of those dark wizards who were obsessed with black magic.

At that time, the little guy happily returned to the shelter with Grete's coat, space bag, and the poor rat that was almost going crazy with hunger.

After returning to the shelter, he put the mouse away, threw his clothes casually on the bed, and rummaged through Gretel's small bag without folding them.

At that time, all the little guy thought about was to find a few shillings from this small bag, so that when he was too hungry to stand it, he could risk buying two pieces of black bread.

Who would have thought that when he opened his wallet, he would see the space expanded by the Traceless Stretching Charm.

At that moment, the little guy realized that the corpse he thought was actually a wizard.

Then he hurriedly ran there and dragged Gretel out of the sewage.

Fortunately, Gretel could only lie down and could not move, and there was no disgusting evil aura in his eyes.

This made the little guy give up the idea of ​​changing shelter.

Otherwise, the little guy might have abandoned Gretel early and found another place.

Gretel was thankful that he was still decent, otherwise, given his condition at the time, he would have had to meet the God of Death within a few days after the little guy abandoned him.

Then there is the church. When the little guy was abducted by Muggles, he heard someone talking about the content of the pastor's sermon.

In addition, he has never experienced a stable life since he was born.

It made him feel that he was the legendary unbelieving person. How many times did he wonder if as long as he believed in gods, he would no longer be tortured by life like this.

Over time, he became full of daydreams about churches, churches, and pastors.

But his appearance is very different from that of Muggles, so as long as he goes out and makes a little big move, he will attract the attention of others.

The brass hats would have chased him for several streets, and if he hadn't been so small, he could get into places that many adults couldn't.

He had been captured by those people long ago and given to the nobles as a plaything.

Therefore, I have never had the opportunity to see the church and receive sermons from the pastor.

All the impressions of the church in his mind came from the words he heard from passers-by: people are born to be tempered by the sufferings of life.

The rest is all in his head.

Today I discovered that no matter how I act, I won’t attract anyone’s attention.

He didn't even have time to think about what happened, so he just went to see the church that could bring a happy life and listen to the teachings and will from the gods.

Forced to survive every day, he could only search various garbage dumps for little ones to keep him alive, and he did not have a complete way of thinking at all.

Therefore, the systematic deception that the pastor said was, to him, words of wisdom that could be regarded as a guideline.

This is why when he saw Gretel recovering from health, he no longer had the desire to escape.

"Maybe this is the suffering I have to go through. I must redeem my sins as soon as possible and go to the happy country.

By then, no one will bully me anymore. "

Gretel felt speechless. They had been together for so long, and the little guy lacked trust in him.

The fat priest who could be called a scumbag was able to make the little guy accept the reality with just a few random words.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether the little guy was easy to deceive or not.

Obviously after he recovered his language function, just saying a few words would only make the little guy more vigilant.

Gretel was still waiting to explain something, but he suddenly sensed that the small jade sword he carried with him, Kunlun's token, had changed.