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

"What a pity, Harry missed another opportunity to make friends with you."

Grete held a cup of hot tea and sat on Hagrid's chair, listening to his sigh.

"If you meet him, you will definitely like that young man. Did you hear that Harry joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team? I said he is a great young man."

"There was something very important yesterday, and I can only regret that I missed it," Grete said, blowing on the tea.

"By the way, Hagrid, Mother Gretel asked me to advise you not to spend too much money.

You sent so much meat this week, even if the children in the orphanage eat three meals a day, they still have to eat it for half a month. "

Hagrid took out a small comb from his pocket, touched it carefully and put it back into his arms, "There is nothing to spend on it. The meat is all the prey I killed in the Forbidden Forest."

Gretel glanced at Hagrid and silently mourned for the animals in the Forbidden Forest. "Hagrid, even if you don't have to spend money, you have to know that you are a gamekeeper, not a hunter in the Forbidden Forest."

"It's okay. The Forbidden Forest is so big. Even if I fight every day, I won't be able to fight much."

Gretel took a sip of tea, thought for a while and said, "That's what I said, but you really sent too much meat.

You have also seen the situation in the orphanage. Even if it is cold now, it will not last long.

When the time comes, if it goes bad, Grete’s mother and children will be sad. "

Hagrid thought about it carefully, and then agreed in Gretel's sincere eyes, "Okay, I will give less in the future, and I will give it to the children when they are almost finished eating."

Gretel added, "Also, Hagrid, I would like to ask if you have seen Principal Dumbledore recently. I have visited him in the office many times, but he is not here."

Hagrid was not good at lying. He smacked his lips many times, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he said in a sullen voice, "The principal has something to do recently, so he probably won't have time to see you. Is there something wrong with you? Why don't you go first?" Talk to me and see if I can help you solve it."

Of course Gretel couldn't tell Hagrid that he wanted to settle a score with Dumbledore. He could only use the excuse that he had a question he didn't understand and wanted to ask Dumbledore for advice.

Under Hagrid's helpless eyes, Gretel settled down again.

It has to be said that Hagrid's place is really suitable for resting, away from the Ravenclaw crowd, and away from the nagging questions of his partner, Ms. Penello.

Since Penelo was brought into the research room yesterday, his ears have never been idle.

"Grete, I can understand this communication function, but why do you need to add an information storage function."

"Gretel, why do you need to add a positioning function? No wizard would like to have his whereabouts exposed."

…

Penello is a qualified researcher, but she is really not a good partner. She seems to be very curious about everything, and she also has a persistence to break the casserole and get to the bottom of it.

If it hadn't been for Hagrid's invitation letter, Grete doubted that Penello would have let him leave the research room at all.

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Second Tuesday in October.

The first-year students in Slytherin and Ravenclaw have long been accustomed to Quirrell's teaching methods.

They would laugh when Quirrell told his stories in class, and they would greet the professor politely at the beginning of class.

"So, students, today we will talk about what you should do if you encounter a dark wizard."

At the beginning of class, Gretel was keenly aware that something was wrong with Quirrell today.

The face is still the same, but the feeling it gives people is completely different. Every move he makes seems to be carefully planned.

Slow and elegant, but with an underlying sense of pale morbidity.

The tone and speed of his speech were also completely different from before. He was slow and slow, without any stuttering.

"It's over!" Gretel felt that his vision went dark, and he shrank his body downwards without leaving a trace.

"Hide." A little snake whose name was called answered cautiously.

Judging from his wizard robes, which are not so clean and can vaguely see footprints, his status in Slytherin should not be too high.

Quirrell, oh no, it should be Voldemort, was obviously not very satisfied with this answer. Judging from his slight frown, he probably disliked this answer.

"Then this classmate, if I remember correctly, your name should be Terry Butt, please answer." The wand pointed at Terry who was sitting next to Gretel.

Terry was indeed a reckless man who planned to have sex with Snape. In Gretel's view, Terry was the little lion who was mistakenly assigned to the Eagle Yard.

"Considering death, everyone should kill dark wizards. If I encounter a dark wizard, I will definitely fight them to the death."

If possible, Gretel really wanted to poison Terry.

You said in front of the biggest leader of the dark wizards that you wanted to fight to the death with the dark wizards. How strong is your head?

Unexpectedly, this answer seemed to poke Voldemort's point of laughter, and he laughed loudly and motioned for Terry to sit back down.

"I admire classmate Terry's courage, but I don't agree with his idea. Not to mention that you have just started school for a month and have not mastered a few spells. You are an Auror of the Ministry of Magic. You will not be able to meet a dark wizard." You may not be able to beat it.”

"So, is there any other little wizard who would like to answer this question?"

Voldemort obviously enjoyed his time as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He asked several more students, including Little Eagle and Little Snake.

But no one's answers satisfied him, and none of them even made him feel better.

"Mr. McGarrett, a gifted first-year Ravenclaw student, would you like to answer my question? What would you do if you encountered a dark wizard?"

Caught off guard, Voldemort pointed his finger at Gretel, who was pretending to be a wooden man.

He really didn't know how he attracted Voldemort's attention. After all, he had never heard of him making trouble with Harry Potter in Gryffindor class.

Grete was extremely reluctant, but still had an innocent smile on his face, and stood up honestly, "Professor, if I encounter a dark wizard, I will choose to run away, as far as I can, until Stop when it’s safe.”

Gretel cursed in his heart, "This is what I'm thinking now too."

"Very good, please sit down. Mr. Gretel's answer is the answer I want to hear." Voldemort turned around and strode back to the podium, even not forgetting to give Ravenclaw a point.

Walking onto the podium, Voldemort put his hands on the desk and glanced at the whole class.

"As young wizards, when we encounter a dark wizard, our first choice is always to save our lives. You are not Aurors. Going up to fight is not heroic, it is reckless.

Hiding is unrealistic. Dark wizards can feel your fear, and they like this cat-and-mouse game. The deeper you hide, the more interested they are in treating you as a toy.

Mr. Gretel's approach is the most correct, but it is not rigorous enough.

Generally speaking, dark wizards have their own purposes, not mission targets. They generally will not hunt you down to the end.

Escape is the best choice you can make when encountering a dark wizard, but when escaping, don't forget to pay attention to what is behind you, otherwise you may be torn apart. "

A flash of magic power flashed from the wand, and an unoccupied desk in the distance instantly exploded.

After shocking the little wizards present, they returned to their original state and restored the desk.

"The consequences may be like this." Voldemort's performance received bursts of applause from the young wizards.

"Next, I'll teach you a magic spell that can help you escape, the Obstacle Charm."

Until the end of get out of class, everyone felt that they had gained a lot.

The little wizards gained a new spell, and Voldemort gained the experience of a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The little wizards also said their sincere farewell to the professor for the first time.

Just when Gretel thought that Voldemort was just here to experience it, everything would pass by calmly.

Voldemort, who had taken advantage of Professor Quirrell's body, spoke.

Two updates are sent, as usual, please read and recommend~

small theater

Voldemort: Hello, Mr. Gretel, I am your senior, are you interested...

Not finished yet

Gretel (running wildly waving his wand): There are many obstacles~There are many obstacles~Dumbledore, where are you? Voldemort is eating children, come and save them.