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

Seeing its furtive observation, Gretel simply took it out of his pocket.

The little guy hid for a moment, and then gently hugged Gretel's fingers.

He rubbed him with two young leaves on his head.

I have to say that most cubs in nature look very cute.

Coupled with the bowtruckle's already delicate body, it somewhat comforted Gretel's heart, which was tired from the night attack.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. Do you want to play by yourself, or do you want to sleep with me?"

Grete touched the little guy's leaves and asked curiously.

He didn't know whether the Bowtruckle was a plant or an animal, or whether it needed sleep.

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, written by Newt, introduces this creature.

In the book, the bowtruckle is regarded as an animal. It usually feeds on insects and protects the trees where it lives. It is the guardian of nature's trees.

Once a logger or tree repairer attempts to destroy the home where it lives, this usually shy and gentle creature will summon up the courage to pounce on them angrily.

Because the trees they inhabit are suitable for making wands, wizards will donate woodcutter to them so that they can get the branches they need to make wands.

Bowtruckles look so inconspicuous, so naturally in the Ministry of Magic's rating, the level of danger is not too high.

There are only two X's, which are considered beneficial species in the wizarding world. Many wizards tame them as their pets.

They can also be found in the Magical Creatures Shop in Diagon Alley, but as they are in hot demand, they are usually divided up by wizards who love them within a few days of arrival.

Facing Grete's inquiry, the little guy's shy nature came out again, and he ran to the bedside.

With a slight jump, he came to the desk, holding the wand on the desk without letting go.

Green light emerged from his body and slowly enveloped the wand.

The little guy was born not long ago. He has a slender figure and can just fit into the gap between the grapevine trees.

Only the two sprouts that emerged slightly trembled slightly with the light.

Gretel believed that if others didn't look carefully, they might think that his wand had sprouted.

As Grete turned off the lights, the dim light surrounding the wand also silently dimmed. It did not stop weakening until it was sure that it would not affect his sleep.

However, the little guy obviously never thought about how the wizard could let the wand go too far away from him.

Gretel touched the darkness, reached out and took down his grapevine wand, and placed it safely on his pillow.

The light that circulated like breathing suddenly stopped for a moment.

It wasn't until he was sure that Gretel had made no other movements that he raised the wand again.

Unfortunately, no one noticed that Gretel slightly curved the corners of his mouth and whispered good night.

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"Good morning, Mrs. Tina, may I help you?"

The next day, Grete got up very early, cleaned himself up, and walked into the kitchen.

“No, Gretel, just go and sit at the dining table, I’ll get it ready soon.

Would you like milk or mushroom soup for breakfast? "

"Mrs. Tina, just milk."

Tina nodded, "Yes, it's better for the little wizard to drink more milk. Our Rolf, who is tall, is almost worrying me to death. He tries to secretly pour out the milk in the cup every day.

Oh, Rolf Scamander, our little grandson’s name. "

Grete nodded. He had a vague impression of this name. In the original world line, he seemed to end up with the crazy girl Luna.

I don’t know if it’s because there is an extra little guest in the house, but the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Tina is really rich.

Gretel saw it from Newt's expression. His wide eyes seemed to be accusing Tina.

More than a dozen dinner plates, under the command of Mrs. Tina, jumped on the dining table one by one with steps that resembled flamenco dance steps.

Iberian black pig ham slices, South African Peri grilled chicken, fragrant and sweet tree peak honey, sizzling Burgundy Charolais steak...

"Tina, there are only three of us." Newt expressed his opinion carefully.

Mrs. Tina raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong with the three of you? Just because you can't eat doesn't mean that Gretel can't eat. The little wizard needs nutrition the most.

I usually blame you for doting on Luo Fu, which is why he grows so thin. "

After talking about Newt, Tina turned to Grete and said kindly: "Grete, just eat. If it's not enough, I will do it again."

Grete mentally wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead and complained silently in his mind, "Mrs. Tina, according to your feeding method, if Mr. Newt doesn't stop him, your little grandson will probably develop sideways."

However, he still said obediently, "Ms. Tina, the food you cook is very delicious, the best thing I have ever eaten.

Thank you very much for your hospitality, but I still hope you can take care of yourself. It is still very tiring to cook so much food.

Actually, Dr. Scamander is right, the three of us can't eat so much. "

Tina accepted all Gretel's compliments, her eyes filled with a kind smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm not tired. You can eat more."

It seemed that Tina really missed her grandson's failure to accompany the two elderly people on vacation.

After the meal, Tina stopped Grete from helping to take care of the table.

With a wave of the magic wand, all the cups, plates and dishes flew into the kitchen, and each one jumped into the sink to clean himself.

"Newt, didn't you say yesterday that you were going to take Gretel to visit the city today? Go quickly and remember to come back for lunch at noon."

At the urging of the hostess of the courtyard, the old man and the young man dressed up and left this village far away from the city.

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Under the clear blue sky, with the breeze blowing, two wizards stood on the roadside.

When leaving the courtyard, Newt told Gretel that Apparating was too uncomfortable.

They were not in a hurry anyway, so they took him to see the public transportation used by wizards in America.

He also vowed that he would be surprised.

Gretel's curiosity was aroused by Newt, and he wanted to see what the comfortable and fast transportation method Newt mentioned was.

Newt stood on the roadside and stretched his uneven oak wand toward the sky. After a moment, a black shadow appeared in the distant sky.

After just blinking a few times, a dark four-wheel carriage appeared in front of the two of them.

Newt blinked, as if trying to see the shock in Gretel's eyes.

But obviously, he was disappointed.

In Gretel's eyes, the Thestral with a dragon's head and a horse's body was so majestic, its whole body was pitch black, and the pair of broad and tough fleshy wings on its back retracted to its sides safely after landing.

Looking closer, there is no flesh on the Thestral's body. The black fur is tightly attached to the skeleton, and every bone is clearly visible.

The pupilless eyes on the dragon's head were white, staring intently at the two wizards waiting for the bus.

"Can you see it?" Newt's eyes were full of shock.

"Yes, I can, this is a Thestral." Gretel said firmly, "I have seen death with my own eyes."

Only then did Newt remember Gretel's origin, which was mentioned in Dumbledore's letter as an orphanage.

What is the most popular thing in welfare homes? In addition to children whose families cannot afford to raise them and are forced to abandon them, there are even more abandoned babies suffering from various incurable diseases.

Newt touched Gretel's head sadly, "Sorry, Gretel, I forgot..."

Before he could say the next words, Gretel comforted him, "It's okay, Dr. Scamander, I've long been used to it."

In fact, contrary to what Newt thought, the death he saw for the first time had nothing to do with the children in the orphanage. The death he saw came from himself.

No one knew about these things, and he didn't plan to tell anyone. After all, he had no contact with his previous life.

His current identity is just Gretel, a first-year wizard from Ravenclaw, and McGregor.

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Newt: Damn it, Dumbledore, I seem to have mentioned something I shouldn’t have mentioned. Gretel won’t become a pursuer of immortality because of my words.

Dumbledore:? ? ? Newt, I, I really am~

Voldemort: Well done, Mr. Newt. Are you interested in coming to work with me? I think you are suitable to help me provide psychological counseling to Death Eaters.

Gretel: The thoughts of adult wizards are messy, and they only know how to make up for others all day long. I declare again that immortality is of no use to me. I just want to live a wonderful life.