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

"Senior, how far is the dismantling of the Floo Network?"

Gretel handed over the breakfast in his hand and picked up Penello's notes.

Penello looked like he had been studying all night, his hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot.

While he was devouring his food, he told Gretel about his progress.

"The positioning configuration has been disassembled. The next thing to be disassembled is the transmission configuration. This is the biggest project. After disassembly, it will be modified and adapted to miniaturization."

Penello's tone was full of resentment, and it was clear that he joined as a partner.

But now she feels more like a worker whose blood and sweat are being squeezed inhumanely by the capitalists.

But there is no other way. Who makes the partner in front of me the big boss?

The things I am researching now all come from other people’s ideas. Although the big boss’s basic knowledge is incomplete now, he can only rely on himself.

But compared with people who come up with ideas, tool people are obviously easier to find.

According to the dean, Penelo, you are not the only candidate, just because you are the most free among those who meet the requirements.

After all, according to the future described by Gretel, she, Penelope Clivat, will become a hot new capital star in the wizarding world within a year after making results.

Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds of years may not have as many liquid assets as she has.

If Grete hadn't been afraid that someone would be the first to make the results, as soon as he announced his plan, there would be so many people hugging his legs and begging to buy shares.

"It is enough to dismantle the positioning configuration. We will not dismantle the floo network next."

Grete's words almost choked Penelo, and he struggled to swallow the sausage in his mouth. His whole body felt bad.

Ever since she learned about Gretel's big plan, Penelo had been studying it day and night.

In order to produce results as soon as possible, she devoted almost all her free time except for the necessary classes.

I haven't even been to the rest room much recently. I just sit in the research room of the Room of Requirement every day, and fall asleep when I feel sleepy.

She would continue to study when she woke up. If Grete hadn't remembered to replenish her food from time to time, she would have starved to death here.

Now the big boss won't dismantle it if he says it won't be dismantled. He is really a tool man and has no temper.

If he didn't still have sense, Penello would have wanted to pull out his wand and shoot a stream of water into Gretel's face.

"I have a new idea in the past two days. Our goal is to make a portable information terminal. The transmission magic of the Floo Network is too difficult for us to modify.

We don't need to transmit entities like the Floo Network, just being able to transmit information in real time is enough.

And another point is that even if we complete the disassembly and analysis, the final modification may not be able to complete our established idea.

So, why don't we create a suitable configuration from scratch according to our own needs. "

Penello thought Grete had some good ideas at first, and listened to Grete's explanation seriously.

Until something came to her ears, create a configuration from scratch.

She decisively turned her attention back to the food and creating configurations. Penelo still knew how good she was.

It's better to fill your stomach quickly and continue dismantling it. Maybe the big boss will figure it out in a few days.

Gretel didn't find it strange when he saw her reaction. In the current wizarding world, among 10,000 people, there is not a single person who has not solidified his brain.

To prove that he had this ability, Gretel took out his wand in front of Penello.

"Utopia!"

Along with the fluctuation of magic power, Penello's attention was drawn to Gretel.

The 360-degree shield with no blind spots is constantly flashing with fluctuations of magic power, which makes people feel extremely safe staying inside.

Penello's eyes lit up, "Is this?"

Gretel didn't explain, but just let Penello attack her with her strongest spell.

"Shattered to pieces."

After Grete's repeated requests, Penello tentatively cast the crushing spell. She was worried that the shield would not be able to withstand it, so she obviously did not apply too much magic power.

But no matter how much magic is suppressed, Shattered to Bones is still an incredibly powerful offensive spell.

Unexpectedly, when the magic spell touched the shield, it didn't even cause the shield to react at all.

Just like water flowing into the sea, it moistens things silently.

Penello became interested instantly. As a well-known academic master, she was sure that such a powerful defensive spell did not exist in the magic world today.

Those pure-blood families that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years don't have it, nor do the goblins who have rebelled many times but have continued their inheritance.

"Shattered to pieces, shattered to pieces, shattered to pieces."

As a student that even Professor Flitwick praised, Penello's dueling skills are naturally not bad.

The crushing spell was fully fired, and three consecutive rounds were fired in a cross-shaped pattern to block Gretel's escape path.

She regretted it the moment she cast the crushing spell, and her head suddenly sobered up after staying up all night.

Holding the magic wand in his hand, he was about to cast the spell to save Gretel from danger.

Unexpectedly, Gretel not only did not retreat, but took a step closer and swallowed three magic spells from the front.

Penello looked nervous, while Gretel looked confident.

The shield was like a water bubble blown by the wind. It shook a few times and then returned to its original shape.

Penello didn't want to try anymore, because even if he attacked again, it would only turn three crushing spells into a dozen consecutive arrows.

But Grete's magic shield obviously has some leftover power.

Besides, how could a wizard duel be so stupid as to stand and cast spells? Of course, he could hide as much as he could.

It is only right to evade and be accompanied by a counterattack.

But Gretel's spell is so unreasonable. As long as he puts on such a shield, he is basically invincible.

As long as there is enough magic power, the individual rifle can directly transform into the Iron-Blooded Gundam.

Until now, how could Penelo still not understand what Grete meant.

The big boss obviously has more advanced technical reserves. As a partner, of course he chooses to obey his words.

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"Yes, this is my own magic spell, Utopia. If you want to learn it, I will teach you."

Penello threw the wand aside angrily and complained.

"If I had known that you had the ability to create your own magic spells, I wouldn't have bothered to dismantle the structure. I haven't had a good rest for at least half a month.

I'll come back in the evening. This time you will be the main attacker and I will be responsible for assisting you. "

Penello seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and his whole body suddenly became energetic.

God knows, because she was the only one with enough ability before, how many brain cells she spent in dismantling it.

It's better this time. The big boss has the ability to do the project. She just needs to follow him and do the chores and wait for him.

Of course Gretel knew how much energy Penello had put in recently, so he would not be unkind.

But then again, who would have thought that dear Professor Voldemort would look down upon a mudblood like him.

He even risked being exposed to teach him such an important thing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Comparing one's feelings with one's own, if Professor Fu was any more decent, he would probably bow down and bow to him.

But no, Professor Fu is determined to become the king. If he follows my dear Professor Fu, he will renounce himself from the wizarding world.

What's more, the great White Devil is still watching secretly. If his classmate Xiaoge dares to change jobs, the White Devil will dare to take care of the door himself.

You see, every time Lao Deng mentioned his dear Professor Fu to him, the regret hidden in his words almost reached the sky.

Therefore, he, the genius wizard Mike Grete of Ravenclaw, could only silently thank his dear Professor Fu in his heart.

Thanks to the guy who woke up the pig for the tip.

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Thank you to all the book lovers for their recommendation votes. There are too many votes to thank them all. Not much else to say, I will definitely work hard to write wonderful stories.

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Gretel: Today, I would like to pay tribute to our beloved and beloved Professor Tom Riddle and mourn for his contribution to our business landscape. Take a bow!

Voldemort (emerging from the grave): Little one, you betrayed my trust, and I will never rest in peace.

Gretel (stomps on the grave a lot): May the professor rest in peace, Amen!