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

The world is biased. After receiving Penello's letter, Grete finally confirmed his thoughts.

According to the original world line, there are only more than 3,000 wizards in the entire British wizarding world.

But from what he knew, there were no less than a thousand people living in Hogsmeade, a village next to Hogwarts.

Counting the staff and students of Hogwarts, they already account for most of the entire British wizarding world.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Then there are the Quidditch games that Hogwarts sells to the public, with more than 3,000 tickets sold.

So Gretel always felt that the world he came to was not a simple story in a book.

Sure enough, after entrusting Penello to conduct an investigation, Gretel intuitively felt how many people there were in the British wizarding world.

There are nearly 60 million people in the UK. If the probability of a wizard appearing is one in a thousand, there should be at least 60,000 wizards in Great Britain.

What's more, the chance of a wizard appearing is much higher than one in a thousand.

In line with the data he surveyed in the Americas, there are more than 200 million people in the Americas, and there are no less than a million registered wizards.

This also allows Grete to no longer have to worry about market issues.

At least, his invention will not become saturated before it is spread because the market is too small.

Considering that Voldemort participated in almost the entire process of his research, in order to prevent him from realizing the importance of mobile phones one day, he launched the market first.

Gretel decided to seize the market opportunity before Voldemort could react.

Plant a seed in everyone's heart that the product produced by Gretel Company must be a high-quality product.

Gretel sent Penello eight thousand gold galleons, which was already most of Gretel's wealth earned in America.

He wanted Penelo's father to come forward and build a facade in Diagon Alley as the starting point of Gretel Commercial Company.

According to Gretel's idea, even if it is the most prosperous wizarding commercial street in the UK, eight thousand gold galleons should be able to buy a good appearance.

A few days later, a Gringotts deposit worth eight thousand galleons was sent back along with Penello's letter.

Penello said in the letter that she and her father searched for several days.

It's a pity that almost all the shops in Diagon Alley are making money every day, and no one cares about this seemingly huge sum of eight thousand Galleons.

Only a few poorly managed black magic shops in Knockturn Alley were willing to take action.

But even for Knockturn Alley, the price quoted was far more than double.

However, her father, Oneg Kriwat, gave them an idea.

If you just want to bring your product to the market, you don’t need that much upfront investment.

They can put their inventions on consignment at the Diagon Alley Magic Items Shop, and they only need to pay a very small consignment fee.

This is also the first choice for most wizards to invent new things.

Consignment samples can test the market prospects of new things while reducing investment risks.

Gretel has never doubted the future of mobile phones, but if this happens, it is very likely that he will alert the enemy.

He didn't think that the efficiency of himself and Penello could compare to Voldemort's countless Death Eater army.

In a research laboratory, there were only two of him and Penello. Even if they worked non-stop for a year, they would not be able to capture 1% of the market share.

Not to mention entering the Muggle world in the future.

This also made Grete make a plan to recruit new people.

So he needs to find new helpers. Unlike last school year, this time he no longer needs to rely on other people's knowledge.

His own knowledge is enough to support the next research.

In other words, it is no longer possible for anyone who comes on board to obtain the same partner status as Penelo.

Unless that person can keep up with his research ideas, or even replace him as the main researcher of the laboratory.

He just needs others to give him loyalty and help him keep secrets until the business empire is formed or collapses.

After much consideration, Grete decided to hold off and decided to save an inventory before considering his business plan.

The recruitment matter can't be waited for, but no matter how urgent it is, Gretel can't hold high the recruitment banner at Hogwarts.

You don't need to think about it to know that once Gretel starts to act, he will definitely attract Dumbledore's attention.

He doesn't want the White Devil to think of him as the third generation Dark Lord just yet.

Before he had the ability to arm-wrestle with Dumbledore.

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When you are busy, you will always find that time flies by quickly.

Gretel always felt that September 1st had already arrived before she had done anything.

Harry did not expect that his first meeting with Gretel in the new semester would be in Snape's office.

"Why, you made a mistake too?" Harry's eyes were full of questions.

He never expected that when he and Ron drove the car to school, they would bump into the Whomping Willow.

The worst thing was that when Ron and he touched outside the auditorium, Snape caught him.

"Obviously not."

Grete pointed to the crucible with billowing smoke on the table, and shrugged helplessly.

At this time, he should have been in the auditorium looking at the new level of little wizard branch, cheering and celebrating the new blood injected into his college like everyone else.

Unfortunately, as soon as he got up this morning, he was captured by Snape.

He and Snape had to brew a beautiful potion for one hundred people within three days.

Because damn Lockhart.

He accidentally saw Snape teaching Gretel his superb skills in preparing potions.

He showed off to his book friends that he and the Potions Master had become colleagues, and promised to send a bottle to his book friends.

Of course, it was impossible for him to ask Snape for help, and Snape would simply ignore him.

Snape would only stare at the pretty boy who had stolen his Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship with emotionless eyes until he left with a guilty conscience.

In order to ensure that he would not break the promise of his book friend, Lockhart spent a huge sum of money to buy all the beauty potions in Mrs. Primpine's beauty apothecary.

As one of the suppliers to the apothecary, Snape was forced to rush production within three days in order to deliver this month's supply on time.

So Gretel was caught as a young man, and he didn't even have the chance to attend the dinner party.

His dinners were delivered directly to the office by house elves.

"Mr. Gretel, if you waste another potion material, I will deduct it from your salary."

Snape cleaned up together and removed the potion that Gretel had just failed to brew.

"Professor, I'm only twelve years old. I need to rest. I haven't stopped all day."

Gretel couldn't help but complain.

In order to save enough funds as soon as possible, he not only took the potion order from Snape.

He also helped Professor Sprout clear away the accompanying magic vines that had grown in large numbers in the greenhouse after being neglected for several months.

Even if the house elf hadn't seriously refused, he would have thought of working in the kitchen to earn the salary Dumbledore paid to the elves.

Yes, the elves at Hogwarts get a salary, even if they never receive it.

Harry and Ron secretly exchanged glances, "Snape has never been so kind to me. He always calls me a troll."

Even though the misunderstanding was solved last semester and it was confirmed that Snape was not the evil person he was hiding.

Still couldn't get Harry to change his impression, and the two of them still looked at each other with disgust.

Even when Gretel suggested explaining to Harry, Snape stopped him sternly.

"Then let him misunderstand. No, it's not a misunderstanding. I'm just trying to attack him. What he said is right. In my heart, he is as stupid as a troll."

From that day on, Gretel ignored the entanglement between the two people.

He only pricked up his ears, listening to Harry's complaints here and Snape's venomous words there, and never expressed his own opinions.

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How should I put it? It seems that wherever Harry is there, there is never any lack of excitement.

Snape left, and ten minutes later brought Professor McGonagall.

It was obvious that Harry and Ron still had the energy to defend themselves in one breath when facing Snape.

When Professor McGonagall drew out her wand and walked over, the two of them were like eggplants beaten by frost, and their whole bodies were about to shrink into a ball.

Even when Professor McGonagall asked them to sit down, the two of them thought they were going to be beaten and took a trembling step back.

Snape's office was underground, so even when the sun was shining brightly, it was still a cold place.

Not to mention this already damp and cold night, the stove in the office was lit long before it got dark.

By the light of the fire, Gretel saw Professor McGonagall's lips that looked thinner because of her seriousness.

I also saw two figures shrinking into two potatoes on the chair and trembling slightly.

Gretel knew what they were afraid of.

Expelled.

Whether it is Harry or Ron, there is no doubt that what they fear most is expulsion.

Harry was afraid of returning to that dark little stairwell. If he was really fired, his Uncle Vernon would definitely lock him back in.

Ron was afraid of exposing the Weasley family. There had never been an expelled Gryffindor in the Weasley family.

He was already imagining that if he was expelled, he would be locked up in the attic by Mrs. Weasley to keep the company of the old and dying ghoul.

"Why don't you write to us? You guys should have brought your own owls, right?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Gretel, who was diligently preparing the medicine, and continued.

"Mr. Gretel didn't even have an owl around, and he knew how to borrow one to write us a letter asking for our help."

Just as the two were stammering in their defense, the office door rang.

Dumbledore's appearance was like the straw that broke the camel's back.

The light in the two people's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Who knows why Snape's eyes suddenly lit up. When he opened the door, he even looked a little excited.

Everyone present could see this.

Harry pushed up his glasses and pursed his lips that were dry from nervousness.

At this time, if Dumbledore spoke, even if he scolded them both, it would make them feel a lot better.

But in the entire office, except for the grunting silver cauldron, there was no other sound, only a silence that seemed to last for eternity.

Gretel felt that he should not stay here at this time. He cast his eyes on Snape, hoping to hear a sentence from his mouth, Gretel, go back first.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed. His look for help strangely triggered Snape's special attack skill on Harry.

"Yes, you are a giant monster who knows how to ask for help when you have no other choice. I see that you have no sense of belonging to Hogwarts at all, especially Mr. Potter."

The word "Potter" in Snape's words was emphasized, as if to remind him of something.

Grete noticed that when Snape finished speaking, the blue moo behind Dumbledore's eyes circled around Harry and Snape.

Dumbledore's tone was very flat, "Please explain why you did this."

Finally hearing Dumbledore's voice, Harry did not feel the relief he imagined.

Instead, he became more and more sad, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, because he was afraid to see the disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes.

In his heart, Dumbledore was the person closest to him in Hogwarts.

Harry wished that he had been knocked unconscious by the Whomping Willow at this moment, so that he would not have to endure this psychological torture soberly.

In fact, Harry didn't know that when Dumbledore appeared, his biggest backer had arrived.

No matter how big a mistake he made, Dumbledore would not drive him out of Hogwarts, or even punish him too severely.

When Ron said he was going to pack his bags and go home, Dumbledore made his fair punishment.

Write a letter to the parents and give a verbal warning.

Tsk tsk tsk, Gretel silently brewed the medicine while clicking his tongue in his heart.

In his previous life, if an underage student drove without a license, raced at high speed, and even drove into the school and damaged the school's precious trees.

This student would at least get a small reward of probation, and more likely be persuaded to drop out.

Dumbledore raised him high and put him down gently, which can be said to be caring.

The opinion of Snape, the tool man, was obviously not considered by Dumbledore.

So much so that after he caught Harry making a mistake, the expression that looked like he had won the lottery was stagnant on his face for a while.

Gretel said that he really couldn't understand Snape.

On the one hand, he took good care of the son of his secret crush, and on the other hand, he confronted the son of his rival.

He couldn't get good on both sides. He clearly gave his heart, but he could only receive Harry's disgust.

Sure enough, tsundere will only miss, and straight ball is the truth.

When everything was over, Gretel dragged his tired body back to the tower.

I saw a spectacular scene.

The walls near the Eagle Ring were full of sleeping bags, and many familiar faces had quietly fallen asleep.

There were only a few unyielding figures, rubbing their chins, and whispering to their classmates about the answers to the Eagle Ring.

Seeing Gret coming back, someone came up to him, "Gret, come and see if you can answer the Eagle Ring's questions."

How should I put it? Ninety percent of the credit for these people being hung here should be attributed to Gret.

When he had nothing to do these days, he would chat with the Eagle Ring, tell it about the development of the future world and put forward his own prospects.

Talking about philosophy and his own thoughts on human nature, it took several days to finally convince the Eagle Ring.

In order to select the talents who keep pace with the times that he needs, Gret can be said to have taken great pains.

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Two-in-one today, good night.

Small theater

Gretel: Professor, you can't do this. I suggest you play straight. Maybe you can snatch the godfather status of a certain black dog.

Snape: I don't care. Whatever he thinks

Gretel: Professor, as long as you nod, I will help you kill a certain escaped black dog. I will do it. Don't worry.

Fenrir and Selwyn: Yes, we will testify.