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

Opposite the tapestry on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle where the troll beats Barnabas silly is the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

Grete rushed here after leaving the greenhouse.

He wants to go to the room where Tom Riddle's diary is hidden to confirm his thoughts.

In order to prevent Tom Riddle from causing damage, Gretel requested that the room be so empty that it only had a set of tables and chairs.

He clearly remembered that when he left, the diary was still on the table.

Tom Riddle, who was forced to be 007, sat in a chair and thought hard with a melancholy look on his face.

But this time when I came in, the tables and chairs were still there, but Tom Riddle and the diary were all gone.

There was only a solitary piece of paper on the table, with blood written on it, Mudbloods will always be Mudbloods.

Even after all this time, the blood showed no signs of corruption and looked the same as when it had just been written.

Gretel knew that it was Tom Riddle demonstrating to him.

Even if he has turned into a Horcrux, it is not something that a Mudblood can handle.

This piece of paper was left intentionally just to show off his abilities to Gretel.

Too lazy to communicate with this lunatic who was obsessed with murder, Grete disposed of the eyesore paper with a blazing fire.

He knew Tom Riddle could feel it.

The blazing fire is just to tell Tom Riddle, who lives in the diary, that he has gained his freedom, and the game of cat and mouse has just begun.

During the past few days in the greenhouse, except for helping Professor Sprout take care of those troublesome plants, he spent the rest of the time in his mind.

So far, he has not fully studied even one-tenth of the treasure house Professor Fu gave him.

Because it involves too many soul spells, and without a famous teacher to guide you, casual research may turn you into the same ghost as Professor Fu.

If you can establish a good relationship with the young Professor Fu in the diary, you might be able to confirm and absorb it.

That's why he wanted to get the diary.

Now it seems that the old Voldemort, who was so divided that all he had left was obsession, looked at him differently.

So Gretel no longer insists on getting help from Tom Riddle.

Besides, he was just doing research. As long as he didn't do anything to his soul, he wouldn't be able to turn himself into the next Professor Fu so easily.

With this kind of thinking, Gretel relieved the pressure that had been on his mind.

In the memories left by Voldemort, many little magic spells related to the soul were discovered.

For example, the mark on the arm of the core Death Eater is the product of an improved soul locating spell.

In the hands of ancient wizards, it was a necessary means to protect their apprentices and slaves.

Similarly, Gretel also improved this little magic spell, deduced it in reverse, and used the fragments of his own soul as positioning coordinates.

Within a certain range, Gretel can sense the location of other souls of the same origin through magic.

Therefore, even though he had been locked in the greenhouse, Gretel did not feel anxious at all.

Because he knew that no matter who Tom Riddle's helpers were, they would definitely continue to take action.

As long as they do it again, Gretel can regain his freedom.

At that time, when you drive around Hogwarts with the magic spell, the situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are clear will be different in attack and defense.

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Gretel never expected that the opportunity would come so quickly.

As he walked out of the Room of Requirement, he saw Filch and Lucius walking over.

Hearing the footsteps of someone approaching, Grete hid, and to be more secure, he even cast a disguise spell on himself.

"Here we are, right here."

Filch stopped and stood opposite the tapestry.

Lucius looked confused. This was just a section of wall. How could it be a place to hide something?

Looking at the dying old squib in front of him with evil eyes, Lucius felt in a daze that he was like a donkey being played with.

"Dear Mr. Lucius, have you ever heard of the story about the Room of Requirement?"

The sallow skin on Filch's face turned red with excitement.

He is a squib, but he actually knows secrets that even wizards don't know, especially since this wizard is the head of a pure-blood family.

Not only that, he could also teach the wizard in front of him, like teaching a student, and make him obey his words. This really made Filch unable to restrain his excitement.

“This is the entrance to the Room of Requirement, as long as you concentrate on the site of need and walk through this section of wall three times.

A door will then appear on the wall leading into the Room of Requirement.

Since you are looking for a hidden object, focus on imagining a room where the object is hidden. "

What Filch said was true, but Lucius was doubtful.

Taking a deep look at Filch, he felt that the Squib didn't dare to offend him.

Not only because he is an adult wizard, but also because of his status as the governor of Hogwarts.

If Filch was making fun of him, Lucius swore to Merlin, Dumbledore couldn't save him.

Following Filch's words, Lucius closed his eyes and devoutly imagined the room he needed.

A secret, undiscovered room where the black diary is hidden.

He walked very carefully, strengthening his requirements in his heart with every step he took.

Until the third time I passed by, a smooth door suddenly appeared on the flat wall.

Lucius relaxed suddenly. It seemed that the Squib had not lied to him after all.

Just as he turned to compliment Filch, he saw a wand that looked like a wooden stick in the Squib's hand.

Why is it said to be like a wooden stick? To be honest, if it weren't for the peeling off of the skin, the phoenix feathers inside were exposed.

He would just say it was a stick, "fainting."

Lucius's last thought before he collapsed was: Why can a squib cast a spell? It's not scientific at all.

Not to mention the frustrated Lucius, Grete, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, was also shocked by Filch's performance.

Gretel saw that when Lucius closed his eyes and began to recite silently, Filch took out the wand from his arms.

But he didn't do anything. Instead, he quietly stuffed the wand into his sleeve.

Until the moment he came out of the Room of Requirement, Lucius's spirit instantly relaxed.

Filch lowered his wrist and took the antique from who knows how many years ago in his hand.

Either way, the world of wizards is actually one of intrigue.

The scene of fighting a magic spell like a gunfight is not realistic at all.

A real wizard battle is to find every opportunity to catch others off guard.

That kind of gentlemanly behavior, like a cowboy fighting a gun, counting down to three, does not exist in this country of gentlemen.

Fighting against each other is the 'serious' way for 'serious' wizards to do it.

Lucius was defeated unjustly. Even if any other wizard came here today, it would not be possible.

A squib has been recognized as a squib by the Ministry of Magic for many years. How could anyone take precautions against it?

Not to mention that the flattery on Filch's face was still there until he fainted.

Black, really dark.

Gretel is now basically certain that Filch is the murderer who took the diary.

However, these still need to be verified.

Before that, he needed to prepare carefully to avoid all disturbances and knock down Filch with one blow.

Filch picked up the cane that Lucius had dropped on the ground, carefully pulled out the wand hidden inside, caressed it lovingly, and reluctantly put it into his pocket.

As early as when he took Lucius upstairs, he noticed the cane that Lucius never left his hand.

Just like Rubeus Hagrid, that stupid big half-blood guy, everyone knows that his wand is hidden in the umbrella that he never leaves.

If it weren't for continuing to stay at Hogwarts, Filch would have written a letter to the Ministry of Magic to report it.

Meow meow meow, I finally made up for the second update. I feel like I’m going to wake up. Good night.

I must start saving my manuscripts today. If I don’t save my manuscripts and stay up late every day, I might suddenly get over it one day.

In the following days, we will maintain a steady two updates, occasionally three updates, save a wave of drafts, and release updates in April for the big guys to see.

Good night, oh no, good morning, my lovely book friends, your chapter is really interesting.

small theater

Grete: Go to bed quickly, stop quaking, I will quack if you do.

Professor Fu: Go to bed quickly, don’t sleep. You have killed Professor Fu, who is the first teacher by example.

Snape: Go to sleep, stop quaking, if you quack, I will quack with my apprentice.

Voldemort: Snape, I won’t tell you what you betrayed me in advance, but when you steal my apprentice, we must live or die.

Shenfeng~

Avada~

Gretel: Stop fighting.

PS: It rained really hard that day.