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

"I'm sorry, Gretel, I took advantage of you." Flitwick's face was full of apology, "Albus and I had discussed privately a long time ago, saying that we would find a suitable opportunity to test Quirrell.

After all, his performance is so strange, and we know Quilinaschilo's deeds after graduation, otherwise it would be impossible to hire him.

He shouldn't behave like this.

At least being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor shouldn't be so difficult for him.

You should have read the records in "Ancient History of Magic". Many ancient spells classified as black magic, although powerful, can cause irreversible harm to the caster.

So we suspect that may be the case with Quirrell.

But after more than a month of private investigation, we found nothing.

Fortunately, I have you. Just now, the moment the office door opened, I smelled the disgusting smell of black magic.

But it disappeared again in an instant, just like the day of the sorting ceremony, it suddenly appeared and disappeared again.

If I were not face to face with Quirrell, I might even think it was an illusion. Therefore, for your safety, you must not come into contact with Quirrell alone.

I suspect that he may have learned about your talent and wanted to use you as a sacrifice for black magic spells. "

Grete also apologized silently in his heart, "I'm sorry, Professor, I used you to be a firefighter."

As for Flitwick's worries, Gretel didn't really care.

Although he didn't know what Voldemort wanted to do, he knew that he would never be the sacrifice Voldemort needed.

The only thing he was worried about was that Voldemort thought Quirrell was not useful, so he forcibly parasitized him and tattooed a big, noseless, bald face on the back of his head.

Even without Flitwick's warning, he would not have met Quirrell in private. I don't know why he was avoiding Harry, the savior.

Of course, to avoid trouble, who is the trouble?

The biggest trouble is of course the big melon on the back of Quirrell's head.

He was out of his mind, so he went to get close to Quirrell. It was too late to hide. If possible, he even wanted to skip the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

But no, Quirrell takes roll every time in class. This is the only time he does it like a professor.

Farewell to Flitwick, Gretel went straight back to the tower.

This behavior shocked even Ravenclaw, the king of scrolls.

After all, the genius Gretel is a representative who is smarter than you and works harder than you. Rain or shine, as long as there is no class, he spends time in the library.

However, Merlin, Gretel actually returned to the lounge early.

Many people came over and asked Gretel if he was feeling unwell and if they needed to go to the infirmary to find Madam Pomfrey for help.

There are even people who have rolled up their sleeves and plan to carry Gretel to receive treatment.

Declining the kindness of the eaglets, Grete got into bed.

To be honest, he was really scared today. The moment he was stopped by Voldemort, he felt that at least half of his brain cells were dead.

The other half died from Professor Flitwick's heroic act of hitting the back of the head.

He didn't want to think about anything now, he just wanted to sleep peacefully.

——

Early in the morning, Grete got up sleepily, with dark eyes.

He had a nightmare all night, in which he was covered in noseless faces, and those faces kept repeating, "McGarrett, you can't escape."

"Oh, what a bad luck." Grete spat out the toothpaste in his mouth angrily.

He was thinking in his mind that if he pretended to have a talent for divination, revealed Voldemort's identity to Dumbledore, and asked Old Deng to drive Voldemort away, he might not be blamed by the noseless senior afterwards.

After thinking about it for a long time, I gave up the idea.

Gretel still felt that Dumbledore probably knew that Voldemort was parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, otherwise he would not be able to explain why he brought the Sorcerer's Stone into Hogwarts.

Trelawney's divination of Voldemort's Special Offense Divination Noble Phantasm would reveal only insignificant pieces of information.

The more important information has definitely been hidden by Dumbledore, the White Devil.

So Gretel made a bold assumption that Dumbledore knew Voldemort's current state.

So what would Lao Deng do if he could pinch it at will?

The first step was to hide and create the illusion that he was often absent from school. Otherwise, with him guarding the magic stone, Nose would be in its current state. Even if he had a hundred more courage, he would not dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

The second step is to observe Quirrell’s movements and wait for the fish to take the bait.

The third step is to use this opportunity to improve the savior training plan.

After connecting all the information together, Gretel understood that Lao Deng was now the sixth child.

Even if he confessed to Dumbledore, what he would get would not be Dumbledore's drunken beating of Voldemort.

What is more likely to happen is that Albus surrenders Gretel and the rescue team welcomes a new member.

Think about the Death Eaters who came like a black cloud after joining the Salvation Team.

Gretel just wants to say, Dumbledore, you pay my ticket, I will no longer be a wizard.

…

Gretel, who thought he had guessed everything, felt like a clown and looked gloomy all day on Wednesday.

Even when the astronomy class started in the evening, it didn't get better.

Therefore, I also received a small note of concern from the Savior and Little Bucktooth.

"Don't pass small notes in class." The two people who received the reply looked at each other.

But looking at Grete, who was eager to file a complaint, the two decisively withdrew the note and prepared to send it again.

——

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, and Gretel was shocked when she saw the look in Quirrell's eyes.

If Voldemort could read minds, he would definitely read the following information from Gretel's heart.

"Dear Senior Tom, your obsession is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position that you did not apply for. I understand this and I sympathize with you.

But is it a bit too much for you to use black magic to teach other people's bodies in such a grand manner?

Professor Flitwick obviously just came to visit you. Have you always been so brave?

Are you so confident that no professor will suddenly come to visit you in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

Well, indeed not. At this point, all teachers should be spinning.

But, by the way, what do you like about me? Can’t I change it? "

Of course, Voldemort couldn't read, nor could he read Gretel's thoughts.

Therefore, he used Quirrell's body to gracefully start his lecture.

“In the last class, we talked about obstacles. After class, I thought about it and it wasn’t that appropriate.

So in this class, we will temporarily forget the content of the previous class and prioritize learning the magic spells and armor to protect ourselves. "

Judging from the teaching content and teaching pace, Voldemort is obviously more suitable for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts than Quirrell.

This kind of smooth teaching, without risking baldness to make lesson plans after class, Gretel firmly did not believe it.

"Well, after just demonstrating the armor protection that is now the most widely circulated in the magic world, let's take a look at the armor protection that I modified.

Compared with the original armor protection, I added a speed module to the configuration, which can help us dodge spells that cannot be resisted faster, such as the Unforgivable Curse. "

Gretel clearly saw Voldemort glance towards him several times when he was talking about the configuration.

"The original magic configuration of the armor body is plate-shaped. We can slightly modify the nodes on the edge of the configuration, like this."

In order to demonstrate more detail, Voldemort even thoughtfully projected it in the air.

"Then after bending, due to the formation of an arc, there will be an extra gap between the original nodes. Then the basic speed configuration will be deformed to a certain extent, which can be perfectly integrated into the armor protection..."

Gretel certainly knew that Voldemort was tempting him, because what Voldemort was talking about happened to be the magic configuration and modifications that he had been studying since he came into contact with magic.

The other first-year wizards couldn't understand it at all.

He stubbornly refused, but his eyes were deeply sunk in, unable to pull away.

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small theater

Gretel: Dumbledore, you are so sinister.

Dumbledore: Little Gretel, you are really good at figuring things out.

Gretel: You must have known everything from Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

Dumbledore: If the prophecy was so powerful, I would have found all the Horcruxes and given them to him. Why would I have to wait until the final battle?

Gretel: Huh? Is everything just made up in my head?

Dumbledore: Otherwise.

He walked away with his hands behind his back, muttering in his mouth: What's wrong with young people nowadays? Why are there so many twists and turns in their minds? I just feel that I can control the current Tom with both hands.

Gretel: Principal, I don’t believe it.

Voldemort (comes out): Yes, Gretel, he is just lying to you. He has always been so sinister, otherwise he would not have the nickname of the White Devil. You should just mess with me. My boss, your second dick, I will eat it all Yes, just...

Dumbledore (Apparition): Avada~