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

"I have a question to ask Mr. Death Eater. How can I pry your mouth open?"

Gretel asked as he squatted in front of Selwyn and rubbed his chin.

However, Selwyn's appearance was indeed a little disgraceful, with his head upside down and stuck in pine needles.

The clothes on his left arm had long been completely torn off by Gretel.

Gretel was originally confused as to who was this worthless person who actually attacked him, an underage wizard.

While searching for the loot, the Dark Mark on Selwyn's left arm cleared up his doubts.

Selwyn didn't intend to be adamant, he just wanted to quickly tell Gretel the order he accepted in order to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

"I know that you Death Eaters are very strict with your mouth. After all, you are die-hard loyalists of the Dark Lord. So, try the methods commonly used by you Death Eaters?

Cut out the bones~"

Gretel would not be merciful to people like this who wanted his own life.

Moreover, he believed that the dear Dark Lord would definitely not attack him, at least not now.

Just like he believed that as long as there was a chance, the Dark Lord would never give up on making a comeback.

Therefore, there must be something hidden here. That poor werewolf had disbelief on his face until he died.

The disbelief was not for him, but for this fellow Death Eater on the ground whom he had trusted for three months.

Selwyn never knew the Cruciatus Curse could be so painful.

No wonder he could easily get the information he wanted from other wizards when he interrogated them in the past.

The feeling that he couldn't live but couldn't die made him feel that death was the best destination.

From the skin, from the bone marrow, from every inch of the body, it rushes crazily to the brain, as if all the organs are wailing in pain.

That kind of pain, even though the body had been petrified and imprisoned, still broke through the curse, and the whole person could not stop twitching.

Fortunately, the spell didn't last long.

It was just a second, but it felt like he had just walked out of hell.

When the Cruciatus Curse stopped, he wanted to beg, but his imprisoned body did not give him this chance.

There was only one thought in his mind, no wonder the Dark Lord asked them to kidnap the people back.

This is a born dark wizard, a more qualified dark wizard than all of them.

Even the cruelest Death Eater would not have been able to cast the Unforgivable Curse so smoothly when he was Gretel's age.

The Unforgivable Curse requires, in addition to the necessary gestures and spells, a strong personal will added to the spell.

What the Killing Curse requires is a strong killing intent. If it lacks killing intent, it will not even be as good as a splitting spell.

The same goes for the Cruciatus Curse, which is not a spell that ordinary people can cast.

In addition to requiring extremely high magical realm and magical energy.

What's more, when casting a spell, the caster needs to have the will to cause the other person pain and therefore feel happy in order to successfully cast the spell.

And, the stronger this will, the greater the pain caused by the Cruciatus Curse.

Selwyn could be sure that his Cruciatus Curse was not as effective as Gretel's.

In Selwyn's horrified eyes, Gretel used the Cruciatus Curse again.

"Cut out the bones~"

Stopping for a second, seeing Selwyn's expression of pain, Gretel stopped the spell again.

"No, if you transform it like this, all emotions will be transformed into the perverted pleasure required by the Cruciatus Curse.

If the mood swings violently when casting a spell, it will make the person crazy in an instant, so it needs to be corrected.

Set a threshold to control the transformed emotions within a certain range. "

Gretel was writing as he spoke, and after a while, he put away his notes, and the Cruciatus Curse Modification II was released.

"Cut out the bones~"

Selwyn's expression was obviously much calmer this time, at least he didn't break free from the confinement spell temporarily due to pain.

Although, for Selwyn, this kind of pain is still unbearable, the only difference may be that it changes from the eighteenth level of hell to the tenth level.

At this moment, Selwyn didn't want to think about whether he could survive at all. He just wanted Gretel to give him a happy life, and he just wanted to stop torturing him for fun.

In his mind, Gretel's image had changed from an ordinary first-year wizard to a cruel pervert.

In fact, Gretel tried the Cruciatus Curse on the golem when he discovered that the wand could no longer resist the Dark Curse.

According to the feedback provided by the golem, the Cruciatus Curse was not even as painful as a direct strike with his wand.

Professor Tom's legacy of memories only taught him how to cast spells.

He was not taught how to use an ordinary person's three views to enhance the power of the Cruciatus Curse.

Finally, I found the solution by chance in a thrift store on Market Street.

It was a worn-out magic doll that carried the childhood memory of an unknown wizard. It had a magic spell on it that could absorb sadness and turn it into happiness.

By analyzing this curse, Gretel successfully changed the Cruciatus Curse into a version that suited him.

Probably even Professor Fu could not have imagined that Gretel could be such a genius.

Selwyn could never have imagined that he now wanted to die, just to get rid of the fate of continuing to be the experimental subject of this perverted wizard.

Endless experiments until his spirit became a little trance-like.

Gretel realized that he did not yet have the blockade action on Selwyn and the curse of the mouthpiece.

"All curses come to an end."

Even though he was mentally embarrassed, his face still looked calm and calm.

Feeling that his body had regained its freedom, Selwyn's eyes were full of surprise.

But looking at the two wands held in Gretel's hands, he gave up the idea of ​​​​escape in despair.

Tell him his origins in detail.

Only then did Grete realize how determined Professor Tom was to win over him.

In order to die quickly, Selwyn confessed his malice towards Gretel and also explained the reason why the werewolf Fenrir lost control.

After all, Gretel was not a psychopath. After getting the information he wanted, he sent this cruel Death Eater away with a death curse.

Clean the battlefield and clean up the traces of battle.

"Clear water is like a spring."

A fountain of water from the wand doused the embers left by the blazing fire.

Cleaning the battlefield is a virtue.

Gretel weighed the money bag in his hand and praised that he was indeed a pureblood of the Twenty-Eight Holy Family, he was rich.

As for the werewolf in the distance, Grete had no choice to search for it.

It's not that I don't like it, I'm just worried about accidentally contracting the werewolf virus.

Besides, there was no need to search for that person who looked like he was in ragged clothes.

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"Groot, hide it in your pocket, it may not be very comfortable next time."

The key to the door from Braeston back to London was a tin can fixed on the ground that was so old that no one wanted it.

Wizards have always protected portkeys this way, sometimes with a broken boot, sometimes with a rotten piece of wood.

Anyway, just try not to attract the attention of Muggles as much as possible.

Grete prepared himself mentally, held a bottle of demulcent prepared in advance, and plucked up the courage to walk up.

Even though he was prepared in advance, Grete still sat down on the ground dizzy.

After forcing down the palliative, Gretel raised his wand.

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Selwyn: Dark Lord, you will be usurped. I will wait for you below.

Fenrir: Die, you backstabbing bastard.

Selwyn: Don't you have any intention of stabbing me? Do you still need me to teach you about striking first and gaining the upper hand? No wonder the Dark Lord looks down on you, bah~

Voldemort: He is indeed my student. I like him more and more.