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

It's getting darker outside and the car is getting slower and slower.

The violent wind roared unbridled, and the heavy raindrops hit the train crazily.

The lights in the corridor had been turned off, and looking out the window, all one could see was endless darkness.

"Are we there yet?" Ron asked, retracting his head toward the window.

"We can't get there so soon," Hermione said, looking at her watch.

Before she could finish her words, the train came to a complete stop.

As the train jolted heavily, all the lights in the entire train went out.

Grete put away his notes and took out his wand. He knew that the dementors must be coming, but he didn't know from which direction this guy, who was said to be able to be repelled only by the God-calling Guard, would come.

From time to time, there was the sound of something falling to the ground. It seemed that someone's luggage fell from the luggage rack.

Ginny came to find Ron in the dark. It seemed that the sudden darkness frightened the little girl. Even when she saw Harry, she couldn't get rid of the paleness on her face.

I don't know if the little girl recalled what happened last semester, but she is currently shrinking in Ron's arms.

At this time, only her brother can bring her a sense of security.

In order to make it easier for Ron to take care of Ginny, Harry also changed positions with Ron so that he could lean against the window.

When there was the rustling sound of something unknown rubbing against the carriage outside the carriage, Grete knew that the dementors had arrived.

"Harry, don't move. Don't open the door."

No one knew how urgent Gretel's voice was, but Harry, who was overly curious, opened the carriage door before he could finish listening.

Under the illumination of the fluorescent spell, Harry saw a man tall enough to reach the ceiling, wearing a shabby coat with a hood.

The hands exposed from under the coat were shining, but the light looked extremely pale. The outstretched arms were covered with scars and looked extremely gray, as if they had been soaked in water, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

Hermione and Ginny also saw the monster, and screams echoed throughout the carriage.

Ron was stunned, but he still grabbed Ginny with his hand and tried his best to push Ginny into his arms, as if this could protect her.

Harry looked at this monster whose entire face was covered by a hood and regretted not listening to Gretel's words.

The thing inside the hat, I don’t know what it is, is breathing long and slowly, as if it is trying to absorb something, but it is definitely not the surrounding air.

A strong chill surrounded the entire carriage. The chill entered through his skin, reached his chest, and then reached his heart. Harry felt it was difficult to breathe, and he felt as if he was going to die.

His vision gradually blurred, and a sharp pain like needle pricks hit the scar on his forehead.

He had a headache that felt like it was about to burst, he was struggling in the cold, his ears rustled like water, he seemed to be being dragged down, and his roar became louder.

He wanted to struggle, he could hear screams in the distance, screams coming from far, far away, he wanted to help, but he couldn't muster the strength at all.

Gretel noticed that as the Dementor sucked, Harry seemed to be sucked away from the color, and his skin gradually became as gray as the Dementor.

When Harry felt that he had no way out and was about to fall into the endless abyss, Gretel took action. He stood up, pulled Harry back, and stood in Harry's position.

I don't know why, but when he saw the dementors, the panel seemed to be very excited and kept flashing in his field of vision.

Except for him, everyone in this carriage had difficulty breathing, and everyone had fear on their faces. The fear was indescribable.

A bit like facing Crookshanks' ugly rat Scabbers.

I don't know if it was because the panel blocked the influence of the dementors, but Grete just felt that the dementors smelled bad, with a rotten smell.

He didn't know what the panel wanted him to do, swallow it?

That's definitely not possible. This kind of thing can only be attempted when there is no one around, and he definitely won't do it. If he wants to do it on the panel, he can just do it himself.

He couldn't remove that hand, let alone that mouth.

Gretel stood there in a daze, but in the eyes of others in the carriage, it was Gretel who risked his life to replace Harry.

Harry fell to the ground and gasped for air, his eyes filled with the same shock as everyone else.

Even without any facial features, Gretel could still feel that the Dementor seemed confused.

Grete knew what it was wondering about. It was clear that the tower could feel happiness from itself, but it couldn't absorb it at all.

Just after it moved, Crookshanks, who had been nestling in Hermione's arms, crouched down and roared threateningly, as if he had been touched.

The dementor slowly moved closer to Gretel, and the strong rancid smell rushed directly into Gretel's nose.

Hermione seemed to have woken up at this moment, "Gret, get away quickly, you haven't lost to me before!"

Who knows where Hermione got the courage? The others were so oppressed by the dementors that they couldn't even breathe.

Seeing that Hermione was about to rush forward and knock Gretel away, Gretel finally recovered.

"Calling God to Protect~"

If he didn't do anything, the stupid beaver would stuff himself into the dementor's mouth.

A gentle yet dazzling silver light emerged from the tip of Grete's wand, gradually transforming into the image of a rabbit.

It's just that this rabbit looks a bit sinister. It stands like a human and even holds a luminous object that looks like a brick in its hand.

The Patronus Charm is a powerful tool to expel Dementors. The moment the silver light gushes out, the Dementors have to stay away from Gretel.

The coldness in the room was also expelled. From the dementors, Gretel felt the unwillingness and anger of being expelled by the Patronus Spell.

Seeing that it was about to retreat, Gretel's patron saint seemed to be stimulated by its eyes and rushed towards the dementor.

Grete slapped his head, he knew it would be like this.

When practicing the Patronus Charm in the town of Gordo, Estragon's Patronus was also beaten by it in this way.

The dementor never thought that one day it would be chased and beaten by a patron saint.

Even though it had already retreated far away, this patron saint still refused to let it go. In its view, all this was the fault of the little wizard Gretel.

Everyone knows that a wizard's patronus is controlled by his master.

Its eyes were full of grievance and resentment, but Grete's patron saint showed no sign of letting it go.

The brick in his hand hit it on the forehead, like a roar that resounded deep in the soul, making everyone frown.

That kind of shrill scream is like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, endlessly cursing in people's ears.

But there was really no sound in my ears.

Gretel's patron saint seemed to have endless energy, and the seemingly light bricks in his hands were as heavy as a thousand stones when they hit the Dementor.

The twelve-foot-tall body was always photographed clinging to the floor by the patron saint. Even so, the patron saint had no intention of letting it go.

Seeing that the Dementor had no strength left to resist, the patron saint lightly threw the bricks in his hand to his side, scattering them into silver light that filled the sky.

Everyone thought that the matter was about to end. The Dementor, who was lying on the ground and wailing silently, but the cry resounded in everyone's soul, also felt that the beating was over.

The patron saint walked to its hood, put his hand inside, fumbled for a long time, and pulled out a dark, ribbon-like shadow that kept wandering.

As the shadow left the body, the Dementor, which had been struggling and twitching just now, suddenly stopped in place, and Gretel felt the appetite coming from the patron saint.

appetite?

It's crazy that a patron saint still has an appetite.

What happened next shattered the outlook of everyone present. Like noodles, the Patronus swallowed the shadow whole into his belly, then dissipated into silver light that filled the sky, and returned to his wand.

Fortunately, everyone was frightened by the dementors, so they all locked their doors and stayed in the carriage.

Gretel was the only one who saw this scene. With the return of the patron saint, Gretel felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.

A warm and soft wave gradually soaked Gretel's entire body, and then Gretel's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Until his vision went dark, and he collapsed on the ground.

When Hermione and Harry rushed out, the corpse of the Dementor on the ground in the distance seemed to be decomposed and dissipated into a ball of fly ash. A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and there was no trace of the Dementor on the entire train. .

——

When Gretel woke up, it was already the morning of September 2nd.

He once again missed the sorting ceremony. Three years after enrolling in school, except for his own sorting ceremony, he never attended the opening ceremony again.

"Next year, I will definitely not miss the sorting ceremony again."

Gretel was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

Speaking of which, he was more of a savior than Harry, at least judging from the number of hospitalizations.

It was obvious that at first he just wanted to graduate safely and become the richest man in the world, the richest man in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds.

But things always develop in strange directions, so that today, he even bears the burden of letting wizards live equally under the sun.

However, it seems that his hospitalization this time was not due to injury. Rather than saying that he fainted, it was more that he was weak and not replenished.

He didn't know what the thing the Patron Saint brought back was, but he could feel it was constantly nourishing his body.

Now he could feel the fine dust in the air, the joy of everything growing outside the window, and he could even vaguely feel the tiny existences floating in the air.

That kind of existence kept shuttling around him, and he was vaguely aware that this kind of existence was inextricably linked to the magic power of the wizards.

He doesn't want to move at all now. He just wants to lie quietly and feel this rare silence. He hasn't been so relaxed for a long time.

He didn't know how long he lay there, until Madam Pomfrey's surprised look appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Gretel, you wake up, you are really good this time."

Madam Pomfrey checked hurriedly for a long time, and finally determined that Grete had no hidden injuries.

Then she helped him sit up. Gretel always felt that his whole body was soft, as if he had been overtrained.

Gretel did not expect that the first person to rush to the infirmary would be Snape, but it was obvious that he was not here to offer condolences.

Gretel had never seen Snape, who had always been calm, be so angry. It was different from how angry he was in class. His anger was about to burst out of the Tianling Cap.

"Are you out of your mind? That's a Dementor. He obviously knows the Patronus Charm, so why didn't you cast it right away?

Do you think you are brave? Feeding a tiger with your body, the heroic Mr. Gretel? "

His tone was urgent, so urgent that he didn't even call Gretel a troll.

What could Grete do? He couldn't expose the existence of the panel to anyone. It was the panel that gave him confidence.

The panel that flashed frequently at that time was as eager as Snape at this time.

Gretel has come to his senses now, and the urgency on the panel is the same as that of the patron saint.

It also wanted to eat the dementors, just like it had eaten the remnant soul of Tom Riddle, and gave Gretel an entry in return.

He didn't know why, but he felt that since he woke up, his thoughts would always spread out inadvertently.

Because he thought about the panel, he started to feel dazed again, just like the electrical signals in his brain running a marathon without a finish line.

He could see Snape anxiously calling Pomfrey, and he could also see Snape taking out a bunch of bottles and jars from his pocket, which were various potions that the Sect daily prepared.

But he just didn't respond, as if he was disconnected and his mind was running a marathon.

Mechanical opening of mouth, swallowing, elation potion, awakening potion...

If Pomfrey hadn't stopped him, Snape would have even wanted to give Gretel a bottle of Felixir.

——

"Professor, don't worry, I'll be fine."

Gretel's brain finally reconnected and took control of his body.

"Who's in a hurry? I'm just worried that the dose of medicine will be too high for one person to handle."

Grete's words were like poking a hornet's nest, and Snape spit out denials like arrows.

But Grete still noticed the worry in his eyes.

It was not until Madam Pomfrey assured that Gretel had no hidden injuries on his body, and that it was just that his mind was hurt that it seemed dull, that Snape left hesitantly.

But unlike Madam Pomfrey said, Gretel didn't feel any hidden hurt.

He felt more like he had eaten too much and needed to digest, so he seemed extra sluggish.

After lunch, many people who cared about Gretel rushed to the infirmary, even though Madam Pomfrey refused because she was mentally damaged and should not see too many people.

Still unable to stop the influx of people, in the end I had no choice but to agree to send a few representatives to visit Gretel for a limited time of five minutes.

Not many people came in, only two from each college.

Of course Penelo came from Ravenclaw, as well as Gretel's roommate Terry.

From Gryffindor came Harry and Hermione.

However, Miss Squirrel obviously didn't get along well with Penello. When they entered the door, the two of them even fought over each other and locked eyes with each other at the door.

From Hufflepuff came Mr. Cedric and the bar owner Hannah.

Everyone's hands were filled with gifts, which were piled on the bed next to Gretel with a bang.

The expressions of several people were also different. Harry's eyes were moved, and Hermione's eyes were adoring.

Cedric and Hannah were full of compliments, while Terry's eyes were full of "you are awesome."

Only Penello had eyes filled with reproach and worry.

But everyone was silent, not knowing who would say the first thing.

It wasn't until Cedric stood up that the conversation started.

"How are you feeling now? Is there anything you want to eat? By the way, Professor Sprout said that when you get better, she will treat you to a newly transplanted sand fruit. She went to the desert to find it. It’s been a long time since I found this rare species.”

Harry came closer and as soon as he sniffed, Gretel decisively stopped him.

"Don't shed tears, I'm not dead yet."

As soon as these words came out, the solemn atmosphere was instantly broken, and Penello slapped him angrily.

"Gretel, you are my lifelong friend, best friend."

Grete's eyes almost widened.

Well, it’s impossible to get along well with Ron in this life.

Before several people could say a few words, they were kicked out by Madam Pomfrey.

She brought in more gifts, "There are still many people who haven't come. Mr. Gretel, you are completely famous this time."

It wasn't until it got late that the endless flow of people gradually slowed down.

The pile of gifts on the bed next to me was almost too big to fit.

As Cedric said, "Who wouldn't want to have a friend who will stand up for him when things get tough?"

In the evening, Penello came again, bringing words from Professor Flitwick.

"The professors are doing research and including you in the history of Hogwarts. You deserve this reward."

God knows, he just wanted to protect Harry who lost Lupine's protection due to the butterfly effect.

This is just to ensure that he can form a three-legged alliance with the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters in the future.

It was not without its benefits. At least when Dumbledore came to visit, Gretel felt that he was much less wary.

——

By the time he was completely healthy and no longer in a daze, two weeks had passed.

On the day when her recovery was confirmed, Grete walked out of bed and found that she seemed to have gained a lot of weight.

There was nothing I could do about it. Gretel really stole the show this time. Every day, many people tried to find ways to deliver food to him in the infirmary.

All kinds of weird stuff from all over the world.

Many of them were letters sent from home by classmates, just because Gretel stepped forward to protect Harry this time.

Grete Communication Store has cleared out another wave of warehouses.

Although Madam Pomfrey's infirmary did not have an unpleasant smell of disinfectant, Gretel could only look out through the small window every day, which almost made Gretel's bones rusty.

In order to avoid attracting others' attention, Grete put on a hood when leaving here.

Fortunately, many people had heard and seen Gretel, but were not familiar with him, which allowed Gretel to return to the tower without alerting anyone.

"Grete, you smell different." Luna was the first person to notice Grete.

In other words, Gretel caught Luna's attention the moment she entered the common room.

smell?

Gretel was startled for a moment and sniffed himself uncertainly.

No, even in the infirmary, he made sure to clean himself every day. How could it smell like that?

"I'm not talking about this smell, but a feeling. The smell before was not so fresh. Now you smell like a flower or a tree in nature."

Luna's eyebrows were almost squeezed together. Gretel had never seen her as happy as she was today.

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Moderator: It is reported that recently, in front of the All Mankind United Alliance building, a man pulled up a banner and accused the supreme wizard Mike Grete. We have asked reporters from the front to give us live reports.

Reporter: Hello, host, I am our reporter XX. We learned that the man is red-haired, about forty years old, and comes from the old Great Britain. He wants to accuse the Supreme Wizard of stealing his best friend through conspiracy when he was young. Friendship, now please ask the photographer to turn the camera to the banner for us.

Banner: Mike Gretel, if you have the ability to stay in the building, if you have the ability to come out, tell me, I am Harry's best friend~

Because the Supreme Wizard is kind-hearted, the man has been taken home by his friends without administrative punishment.

Moderator: Okay, let us thank the reporters in front of us for bringing us the live situation. The moderator would like to remind you that although the right of reputation is small, the infringement is huge.

Audience friends, please do not learn this wrong behavior. At the end of the show, let us praise the kindness of the Supreme Wizard.

See you next time.