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

Because there were so many people hanging outside, the Ravenclaw common room was not as busy as usual today.

When Gretel came in, Penello was sitting on a sofa reading a book.

"It must be you." Penello came up and said quietly.

Grete glanced around, then nodded without any trace.

“We need manpower, and just the two of us cannot satisfy the market.

Fu~ Oh, the mysterious man, he knows all about our research process. If the product is launched into the market and he sees the product prospects, he will not let go of this opportunity.

We need a group of people who have the same goals as us.

Not only our Ravenclaw, but also the other three houses, I will also select suitable people to join us.

Only with enough manpower can our production keep up and my plan can be launched. "

Penello understood that Grete had nothing to hide from her.

Because of their unbreakable oath, it can be said that the two of them are naturally on the same front.

Not to mention, she had already been impressed by Gretel's charisma as early as last school year.

"Let me tell you, Eagle Ring wouldn't ask so many questions about Muggles before. I guess it was you who did it."

Grete smiled, "We have been wizards for too long, and many of us have forgotten that we are still human beings first.

What is Muggle, what is wizard, the distinction is too clear.

So many people naturally isolate themselves from Muggles.

Muggles are no longer afraid of wizards, otherwise they wouldn't have driven us into such desolate mountains and ridges.

If wizards continue to act like this, they will one day disappear from history.

What I don’t want is much, just that I can walk in the world openly. "

Penello shook her hair, "I don't think there will be too many people, like you told me.

We Ravenclaws are actually the most arrogant group of people in Hogwarts.

Even more arrogant than the Slytherins.

Slytherin's arrogance comes from the blood and identity of their ancestors.

The arrogance of Ravenclaw comes from our knowledge. It is an arrogance that is deeper than the bloodline identity and is deep in the bones.

Rather than looking for it in Ravenclaw, it is better to look for Hufflepuff. I think they are more accepting of your ideas. "

Before coming into contact with Gretel, Penelo had never thought about it this way.

But the deeper she got to know Gretel, the more she felt it was wrong.

Ravenclaw, quite a few people don't even look down on wizards of the same kind.

The question that Eagle Ring asked was who would appear first, wizards or Muggles.

It seems like a simple question, but it filters out two different views.

What Gretel needs is just a group of wizards who recognize their human identity.

In fact, no matter what the answer is, Eagle Ring will let them in.

Just like most first-year wizards, no matter what they answered, they are now happily returning to their dormitories.

For those who are shut out, it is not the eagle ring that shuts them out, but their cognition.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about the store first. I can't explain it clearly in the letter. I need to understand the situation in person."

Gretel waved his hand, recruiting people is not something that can be done overnight.

No matter what kind of business it is, the most important thing in the early stages is to choose the right people to work with.

So even if time is tight, he has to take his time to look for it.

"Are the housing prices in Diagon Alley so expensive? You can't even rent a shop for eight thousand galleons?"

"Rent?" Penello's eyes widened with disbelief.

Grete looked at her doubtfully, "Is there any problem? No matter what the project is, there is no way to buy an office building as soon as it comes up. Is it difficult to buy it without renting it?"

He realized in a flash, "So your letter doesn't mean that you can't rent, but that you can't buy?"

He remembered that in the original world line, the Weasley twins opened a joke shop. Their start-up capital definitely did not amount to 8,000, or even half of it.

When he received Penello's letter, he thought the rental price in Diagon Alley would plummet in a few years.

"No one rents a shop and sends eight thousand galleons all at once. Both me and my father thought you wanted to buy a shop there and use it as your headquarters."

Penello said helplessly.

After working on it for a long time, it turned out that this was an error.

——

The first class of the new semester is Gilderoy Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Different from last semester, this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is taken with the Hufflepuff badgers.

The same goes for the Herbology class, where the classmate also changed from Slytherin to Hufflepuff.

Grete feels that this should be to reconcile the relationship between the four major colleges.

In order to prevent some people from recognizing people from other colleges on the same level as themselves until they graduate from Hogwarts.

In the third grade, after everyone has chosen their own courses, it is not that easy to bring everyone from the two colleges together to take classes.

How can I put it, it is much more interesting to have lessons with the little badgers of Hufflepuff than with the little snakes of Slytherin.

At least, during the waiting time before class, I no longer have to see the proud eyes of the pure-blood snakes.

"Gretel, try this. I made it myself in the Hogwarts kitchen."

Hannah came close to Grete and gave him a piece of candy that was elastic when pinched and covered with crystal liquid inside.

If gummy candies are considered sugar.

Perhaps it was the correspondence over the past few days that made the two of them familiar, and Hannah obviously regarded him as a friend.

Faced with Hannah's sharing, Gretel did not refuse.

It has a very good taste. The elastic part tastes like purified juice, but it is not greasy, but extremely refreshing.

Until, a spicy taste ran down the nose and rushed to the forehead.

Gudong~

It should be said that she really deserves to be the future landlady of the Leaky Cauldron. In her second year, she openly brought liquor to Hogwarts.

After politely declining Hannah's offer to feed him again, Gretel summoned spring water to cool his face.

Unfortunately it was of no use.

——

Lockhart came out of the classroom coquettishly and walked in with a waltz-like dance step, his green robes fluttering in the wind behind him.

It caused many students to exclaim. As the author of the best-selling book in Great Britain, he has such charm.

It can be said that in this Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, everyone except Gretel, an insider, is his fan.

But luckily Grete was already drunk, otherwise he would not be able to hide the disgust in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Grete obviously didn't sleep well after being drunk. He even made a lot of noises while lying on the table to sleep.

How could Lockhart, who considered himself the most attractive man in Britain, allow someone to fall asleep in his first class?

He walked over quickly, and while he was menacing, he did not forget to show his eight shining teeth.

Walking to the table, Lockhart took out his wand and tapped the table arrogantly.

"Students, I believe you all know that as an internationally renowned writer, I have received the Order of Merlin Level 3, am an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and have won the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award five times.

Do you know how I did it?

That's because when I was a student at Hogwarts, I never fell asleep in any professor's class.

The same goes for Professor Binns’ History of Magic class~"

His words resonated with many young wizards, and bursts of laughter erupted in the classroom. Professor Binns' History of Magic had a hypnotic effect comparable to water of life and death.

"Ravenclaw's pursuit of knowledge never ends, and I have always been so strict with myself.

Sir, please stand up and explain why you sleep in class.

Unexpectedly, this classmate and I are still in the same college, so we are not allowed to make this kind of mistake. "

When Lockhart didn't notice Gretel, Terry kept poking Gretel under the table, trying to wake him up from his sleep.

But it obviously has no effect.

Hannah, who was sitting not far from Gretel, didn't dare to say a word and almost stuffed her head into the desk drawer.

Even her favorite Professor Gilderoy Lockhart couldn't attract her attention.

She really didn't expect that a little bit of brandy would make Gretel faint.

She swore that if she had known that Grete was too drunk, she would never have given Grete a taste of her new invention.

"Oh? Is this the smell of alcohol?" Lockhart leaned in and sniffed, then raised his wand, "Students, do you know what is the best way to wake up a drunk wizard?

Of course it's a hangover spell, but underage wizards are not allowed to drink. To punish them, we can use it, clear water like a spring~"

Lockhart was still able to control this little magic spell that was commonly used in daily life.

The clear spring water fell on his face drop by drop, finally waking Grete up from his sleep.

"Look, isn't it very cool~"

After seeing Gretel's face clearly, Lockhart's unspoken words stopped abruptly.

For some reason, Terry saw a trace of nervousness on his face that shouldn't exist on the professor's face.

"Ge, Mr. Gretel, if you feel uncomfortable, I can send you to the infirmary for treatment."

Hannah raised her head a little and observed secretly.

"It's okay, Professor Lockhart. I'm fine. It won't affect the class. Just go to class with peace of mind. I won't disrupt class discipline."

Gretel held on to the table, struggled to stand upright, and stared at Lockhart with drunken eyes.

Hannah raised her head in surprise, and the panic in her eyes was suddenly replaced by gratitude.

"Grete is indeed a good friend, and she is worthy of being recognized as a good friend by Hannah. From now on, our pub will give you a free bill."

If Gretel knew what Hannah was thinking, he would express his gratitude sincerely and then decline.

"Yes, that's it. If you still feel uncomfortable, Mr. Gretel, just lie down and rest for a while.

Tell me when you can't hold on any longer and I'll have you sent to Madam Pomfrey for treatment. "

Terry looked at Gretel, then at the professor who almost fled, feeling distressed.

I don't know if it was to save his image, but Lockhart returned to the stage and propped up the desk.

"Mr. McGarrett, you are so studious when you insist on attending class even when you are sick. In order to reward this studious behavior, Ravenclaw will give you five points."

Terry felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had something wrong again.

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Famous magician Terry was interviewed: I don’t know why, but during my years at Hogwarts, there was always something wrong with our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Newspaper Reporter: It is said that the Dark Lord cursed this position.

Terry: Which Dark Lord are you talking about?