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

Filch has decided that he will no longer patrol tonight. He will take this legendary genius to his cabin and listen to Gretel's tearful confession.

There is no doubt that he has this ability.

He was just a first-year wizard, and he had used this method to scare countless students.

There is no need to mention expulsion, just mention that you will take them to see the dean and deduct their points, and you can scare them into begging for mercy all night long.

A sinister smile overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and even his face like a dead tree became ferocious.

"If you don't want me to report this matter to your dean, you'd better come with me now. If your confession satisfies me, I can forget about today's incident."

"What's going on today? What's going on today?"

Grete had a puzzled expression on his face and looked at Filch with innocent eyes.

"Of course you went out at night against the rules. You even cast a curse on my lovely Loris."

Filch's tone was filled with resentment.

"Oh, the curse will stop immediately."

The petrification curse was lifted on the spot.

When Mrs. Norris saw her master in front of her, she turned around and barked at Gretel.

"Besides, it's just a simple petrification curse. What kind of curse is this?"

The ease in Grete's tone seemed to have touched Filch's taboo, and his hand holding the lamp trembled.

"You will regret it, I promise, Grete, you will regret it."

Grete calculated the time and estimated that the two little ones had already run away and sent out their own signal.

The hidden Fox appeared instantly, accompanied by dazzling firelight, and wandered over Gretel's head again.

"Then, Mr. Filch, I will go back to the tower to rest. If you want to complain, you are welcome to go to Principal Dumbledore's office. I think he has not rested yet."

It seems that this is not the first time that Fox has been used as a talisman. At least, when it appeared, Filch seemed to have had all his muscles and bones pulled out of his body, and his soaring arrogance disappeared in an instant.

Grete left, taking Fox with him as he strutted away from Filch.

He didn't pay any attention to Filch, who was trembling with anger.

His kindness has never been reserved for such people. He gave me kindness and repaid him with kindness.

People like this have malicious intentions deep in their hearts and are always ready to drag others into trouble.

He never showed sympathy. Squibs were born and it was no one else's fault.

Even if the wizarding world gave him a chance, the wizarding world would actively help all Squibs integrate into Muggles.

It is even said that they can live a comfortable life in the Muggle world without working hard.

Filch refused and chose to go to Hogwarts, a wizarding school that cultivates the future of the wizarding world, and become a gatekeeper.

Filch's fault was that he was too mean. Because he had no talent, he wanted to torture the little wizard to satisfy his own psychological pleasure.

It has been more than a month since school started, and every time I pass by Filch, I can feel the lingering malice in him.

If he hadn't encountered it, Gretel wouldn't have looked for an opportunity to stumble.

But there are no ifs. Now that he has encountered it, he will not just surrender.

Not only to protect the two little ones, but also to avenge myself from Filch's malicious eyes for more than a month.

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Back in the tower, Gretel saw the owl squatting on the fireplace. It was Harry Potter's messenger, the snowy owl Hedwig.

"Gretel, you are finally back. Here, the person who delivered the letter to you has not seen you and won't let us touch it at all."

Opening the letter, sure enough, there was a message from Harry, who had rushed all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, asking about his situation.

"McGarrett:

Good news.

I have returned to the lounge. I wonder if Filch has made things difficult for you. Thank you for your help today.

If I don't receive your reply before dawn, I will go to Professor McGonagall for help, admit my mistake to Professor McGonagall, and get you back.

You know, Professor McGonagall is very optimistic about me and hopes that I can help Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup.

Harry Potter. "

Gretel was helpless, he really didn't know how Harry's mind worked, and he wanted to exchange him for himself.

He took the initiative to confront Filch just to protect the two of them. If he came to find Professor McGonagall, wouldn't he take the initiative to send him to his door?

Gretel patted his head and decisively pushed away the idea of ​​making friends with Harry.

If she becomes a friend, she will definitely become the nanny of the savior team.

At that time, the savior team will be formed, Gretel \u0026 Hermione and his two brainless sons.

Feeling a chill, Gretel quickly wrote a letter that was safe to read and asked Hedwig to take it back to Harry.

——

On Friday morning, Grete rarely got up late, but fortunately there was no class in the morning.

After replying to Harry's letter last night, Gretel couldn't hold back her excitement and studied the two notes from Dumbledore.

Now he was basically certain that the owner of the other note must be the Dark Lord of the generation locked in Nurmengard by Dumbledore.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Because a large part of the things recorded in the two notes overlap, but some of the concepts mentioned in them are different.

By comparing the two notes, many of Gretel's doubts that he had not understood before were solved.

It should be said that Ravenclaw is really the King's College. After all, there are no classes and no one is there to have fun.

When Gretel got up, there was no one else in the dormitory.

Either he was in the common room, pestering his seniors to ask questions, or he went to the library to soak in books.

Of course, Gretel is no stranger to this kind of bullying behavior, and he does this to others as well.

In other words, the eaglets have become accustomed to chasing knowledge.

In their free time, they would rather think about problems than do irrelevant entertainment.

Except for Terry, he basically doesn't curl up, or in other words, he only curls up on things he likes.

For example, cultivating herbs, Quidditch, or Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In Terry's words, I am different from Grete. I am not interested in becoming omnipotent. I just want to learn what interests me.

Grete suspected more than once that the Sorting Hat was distracted when it sorted Terry.

After all, according to Terry's personality, he is obviously more suitable for Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

Just like him, he thought someone as lovable and considerate as him would go to Hufflepuff.

Although his talents are also very good, his most outstanding trait is obviously friendliness.

Before he came to Hogwarts, he was already thinking about how to lure Cedric, Hufflepuff's best third-year senior, into his research room.

Who would have thought that he would be assigned to Ravenclaw and even kidnap Percy's future girlfriend Penelo.

Thinking of Penelo, Gretel immediately packed up and went straight to the Room of Requirement.

Through the generous guidance of Professor Voldemort, and after studying the notes of a generation of black and white demons.

Gretel already had a bold idea in mind.

Compared with dismantling and molding magic spells, it is obviously more trouble-free to complete your own ideas by modifying the magic configuration.

After all, every molding spell contains confidentiality measures taken by the researcher intentionally or unintentionally.

There are even some theories about magic spells, even the creator is ambiguous. He knows how to use them and also knows how to teach others to use them.

But there is no way to form a systematic theory.

So dismantling the curse is really a thankless task.

It's different if you build it from scratch. It's like taking apart a program written by someone else and understanding it one by one.

Later, you have to modify and adjust it, and then embed it into your own framework, which may not be applicable yet.

One is to know your own needs and create your own from scratch.

Obviously, after having sufficient technical reserves, the second one is definitely simpler.

In the past, because I didn’t have the ability, I had to borrow from others.

Now that ability is no longer an issue, it is natural to develop something of your own.

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Gretel (akimbo): Squib Filch, do you know what a Hogwarts bully is now? Do you know what the professor’s treasure is? Do you know what the future of the wizarding world is?

What level? Stay with me in a castle. Before you leave, bring me your broken door.

Filch (holding Dumbledore's thigh and complaining): Headmaster, if you don't slap someone in the face, if you scold someone, you won't expose their shortcomings. I want to file a lawsuit against Gretel.

Dumbledore: What happened to him?

Filch: He revealed the fact that I was a Squib.

[ps: Little Gretel is a polite person, but reality is not like this. Please do not increase the text in the small theater, (づ￣3￣)づ╭～]