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

Chapter 89 You don’t want Professor Fu because you can’t be resurrected (5,000 words long chapter)

Standing in front of Beauxbatons' carriage, Gretel felt as if he had arrived at Hagrid's hut. The wheel was even taller than him.

You know, he is already drawing money, but in front of this wheel, he seems to be no different from a first-year freshman.

The huge, pink-blue carriage, pulled by twelve equally huge, elephant-like, golden horses with wings, began to swoop from the air, roaring towards the Hogwarts castle.

Fortunately, Beauxbatons was not the attacker. As a guest from afar, the carriage circled as it approached the castle, and finally fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The horse's hoof, which was bigger than a plate, tapped impatiently on the poor floor tiles of Hogwarts.

When the headmaster of Beauxbatons got off the carriage, Gretel noticed that Hagrid, who was looking at the big horse with interest, suddenly stopped stroking his beard.

"Oh my God, I must be in love." Gretel irresponsibly voiced Hagrid with his arms crossed.

This man named Olim Maxim must have also noticed Hagrid. He is so tall that he stands out from the crowd and has no hidden talent at all.

Gretel silently thought about whether he should arrange a marriage for the good old Hagrid. A bachelor of several decades would miss this perfect partner and wonder when he would be single again.

"Please tell that Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey."

God knows what Hagrid took from these words, but Hagrid looked like he was drunk when he walked up to take away the horses.

His expression was tipsy and full of fantasy.

Gretel really wanted to rush to Hagrid's ear and yell, "You can't lick a dog."

As soon as the Beauxbatons people here settled down, the surface of the Black Lake started to stir.

Obviously, like Beauxbatons, Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also wants to give Hogwarts a big shock.

The surface of the Black Lake, which is usually as calm as a gem, is agitated, and the movement deep in the center of the lake is getting louder and louder.

A huge bubble cavity bulged up, and the waves violently hit the lake shore, stirring up the muddy wetland on the shore.

Then a whirlpool appeared in the middle of the lake, like a bloody mouth that preyed on people.

Until the mast passed through the bubble and the cavity exploded, enveloping Hogwarts in a cloud of water vapor.

Durmstrang's ship actually emerged from the bottom of the Black Lake.

The ship slowly floated up, as if it was being driven slowly. It must be said that the moment when a behemoth slowly reveals its true face will always make people feel majestic.

In particular, a dark wind ghost ship that shines in the moonlight, as if it has experienced war, emerges from the bottomless black lake.

As expected, he was Durmstrang, who studied black magic openly and honestly. Their flagship that sailed through the wind and waves looked like a huge skeleton.

The blurry light in the porthole flickered, like a ghost's eye.

Finally, with a huge sound of water discharging, the ghost ship completely emerged.

The surface of the Black Lake struggled for a while and finally became flat.

The neat shouts made Grete suspect that Durmstrang's ship would not be able to reach the shore solely by manpower.

Fortunately, Gretel's suspicion did not come true. That call sign should be some kind of habit of theirs.

As the anchor chain splashed into the water, the ghost ship finally docked. The sensible wooden board flew up on its own and built a pontoon bridge in the shallow water.

Different from the Beauxbatons group of gentlemen and ladies who are almost the same as Hogwarts, the strong young man from Durmstrang has a strong Nordic style.

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Hogwarts has made sufficient preparations for the Triwizard Tournament. The entire Hogwarts has been thoroughly cleaned from the inside out, and all the less than decent portraits have been shrunk into a dark warehouse.

Even the armor that usually leaned blankly in the corridor was polished during these days, and he was patrolling the castle with great vigor, grabbing his weapon.

In several years, this was the first time Grete saw them moving.

The hall, which is decorated for every important event, also received a comprehensive renovation.

The golden lion stands on the long red panel, the golden eagle stands proudly on the blue panel, the black badger looks back on the yellow panel, and the silver snake spits out a letter on the green panel.

The logos of the four major colleges are painted on four huge silk strips, hanging along the wall from the dome to the ground.

Behind the staff chair facing the door, there is a huge curtain embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem.

Whether it is the staff bench or the student dining table, the tableware on the table has been wiped until it shines.

God knows if the house elves who pursue perfection simply gave everyone a new set of tableware.

Now Gretel probably knew why no one came to talk to him.

In order to make friendly schools feel at home, all the staff of Hogwarts took action.

Until he causes no harm, the entire staff of Hogwarts will not have the energy to shift their attention from the Triwizard Tournament to him.

At least, it seems now that he just shared some of his little magic spells with others.

As a big entrepreneur who created a multinational company before graduating.

It makes sense to contact and select some graduates in advance for your career, right?

No matter what others thought, Gretel, who was mixed in the welcoming team at Hogwarts, convinced himself this way.

He had no intention of taking off his vest until the matter was settled and everything calmed down.

What if my beloved Professor Fu accidentally failed because of the small butterfly effect?

However, looking at the 'Moody' with a magic eye twirling wildly not far away, Gretel felt that Dumbledore, who had everything under control, was probably going to be frustrated again.

In fact, if it weren't for God's perspective, Gretel wouldn't doubt Moody.

No one would be crazy enough to doubt an old Auror who was trusted by everyone, accepted the invitation of the great headmaster Dumbledore, and used his last remaining energy before retirement.

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Barty Crouch Jr.'s imitation has captured ten percent of the essence of Mad Eye Moody.

With crazy energy, he mixed the polyjuice potion with the wine and swallowed it to ensure that he would not be exposed due to the failure of the potion.

An old man who has been on the battlefield for a long time and is full of aches and pains needs to swallow a sip of wine from time to time to suppress the pain. It makes sense, right?

Faced with sudden concerns, Barty Crouch Jr. used this reason to reject other people's kindness.

“The pain helps me wake up and the pain decoction numbs me.”

Hearing this reason, Grete couldn't help but give high fives in praise.

For fourth-year Gretel, Defense Against the Dark Arts class has turned into a large-scale undercover demonstration class.

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Ballroom.

The students took their seats first, then raised their heads and watched the teachers and staff filing in.

The three principals, headed by Dumbledore, were at the end of the queue.

Under the light, Grete saw that Mrs. Maxim was actually half a head taller than Hagrid.

When she walked onto the podium, the ladies and gentlemen of Beauxbatons jumped up regardless of their image.

That little Veela, Fleur Delacour, knew how to use her charm, gesticulating, twirling her hair, and smiling.

After cheering, she covered her mouth and blushed, causing many people to take a deep breath.

The principal of Durmstrang Magic School, Igor Karkarlov, looks tall and thin, with short white hair and a goatee with curls at the end on his thin chin.

His appearance exposed Barty Crouch Jr.'s flaws.

Igor Karkaroff, this despicable and shameful betrayer, confessed information about many of his brothers and sisters in order to gain freedom after Voldemort's fall.

However, ‘Moody’s’ reaction did not attract the attention of others.

After all, everyone knows that when Voldemort fell, Mad-Eye Moody chased Karkaroff for half a year before bringing him to justice.

Following Dumbledore's welcome speech, various delicacies appeared out of thin air in the golden cups and cups on the table, many of which appeared on this table for the first time.

It seems that for the sake of Hogwarts, the house elves also devoted all their energy.

Gretel even saw delicacies from his hometown thousands of kilometers away that he had not seen for many years.

Obviously, the food culture of this ancient civilization for thousands of years has opened up the food map of this group of foreigners.

Well, of course Gretel is also a foreigner now.

However, this does not prevent him from using his memory to educate people around him.

"Gretel, that girl is looking at you."

Terry poked Gretel and whispered.

Gretel rolled her eyes at him, "You are wrong. She was looking at you. If you don't believe me, you can go to her and ask for her contact information after it's over."

Of course he knew that Fleur was looking at him. From the moment he introduced the dishes to Terry, the girl never looked away.

That girl went to Grete Communications Store to inquire about applying for a job during the holiday last year.

But she obviously didn't know that Grete had already planned to move the store to the other side of the strait.

Grete's impression of Fleur was not very good. This girl was too influenced by her Veela bloodline, and she would always show the confusing side of Veela from time to time.

This is not conducive to the unity within the organization, especially after the organization expands its recruitment.

Now it seems that this girl doesn't look like she has given up.

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When the dinner came to an end and Dumbledore stood up again, the entire banquet hall was filled with a nervous atmosphere accompanied by excitement.

Everyone who is qualified is looking forward to the fact that they will become that unique warrior who represents their school.

He will win honor for his school in the Triwizard Tournament.

When Dumbledore took the Goblet of Fire out of the box, Gretel noticed that the banquet hall seemed to freeze for a brief period of time.

Everyone, regardless of qualifications, cast their eager eyes on the wooden cup in Dumbledore's hand, with blue and white flames dancing around the edge.

In order for everyone to see clearly this treasure, which would only be seen once every five years, Dumbledore carefully placed it on the box.

"As you know, there will be three contestants participating." Dumbledore continued calmly, "One from each participating school."

"We will score each player's performance in each competition task. After the three competition tasks are completed, the person with the highest total score wins.

Contestants will be personally selected by the impartial and impartial Goblet of Fire. "

"Applicants must carefully write their name and school on the parchment, and then throw the parchment into the cup."

Dumbledore continued, "Those who wish to participate are asked to put their names into the cup within 24 hours.

Tomorrow night, just before Halloween, the Goblet will name the player it has chosen to best represent their school.

The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go.

However, in order to prevent minors from signing up due to irresistible temptation.

Once the goblet is in the entrance hall, I draw an age line around it that no one under 17 can cross. "

Dumbledore said something again, and Gretel didn't pay attention at all, because he felt an unfriendly gaze.

A look from Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise as ‘Mad-Eye Moody’.

That magic eye was spinning crazily in his eye sockets.

Others may think that this is Professor Moody's habit. He always stares at the surroundings so vigilantly, guarding against any possible movements.

Gretel was certain that the target of that magic eye was himself, and the excited savior Harry in the Gryffindor crowd.

Yes, Professor Fu has never thought of giving up his coveting of Gretel. As Professor Fu's most trusted person, Barty Crouch Jr. will certainly not miss this news.

If given the chance, Barty Crouch Jr. would definitely not mind sending the two of them to Voldemort together.

Anyway, as long as Old Barty Crouch, who is controlled by the Imperius Curse, persists, it is not impossible for the Triwizard Tournament to change from four people to five people.

Grete squeezed the palms in her sleeves a few times, "Looks like I'm a bit busy tonight."

No matter what, he will not take a trip into this muddy water. He wants to ensure that Professor Fu can be resurrected without fail, which is related to the development of the organization.

But when you asked him to pinch Harry's neck and give it to Professor Fu as resurrection material, Gretel said that he really couldn't do it.

Even if Harry and he were not friends, he couldn't do this. He never actively harmed others, nor would he help others do harm. Watching with a cold eye was the best he could do.

In other words, if it weren't for his great ideals, he could have joined Dumbledore's command and wiped Professor Fu out of the world long ago.

"Harry, I can't help you anymore. This time, I will treat you as helping me."

Under Terry's cover, Gretel quietly left the scene without attracting much attention.

A certain Veela who never turned her eyes away also lost track of Gretel due to Penello's entanglement.

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The moment 'Mad Eye Moody' pushed open the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he decisively pulled out his wand and threw out a green Avatar.

Gretel had been waiting for a long time, how could he be tricked? When the footsteps of 'Moody' appeared around the office, Gretel was already ready.

"Cut out the bones~"

'Moody', oh, no, the moment Barty Crouch Jr. fell down, Gretel retracted his finger in confusion and blew on the non-existent gun ash.

"It's over. I seem to be going further and further down the path of black magic."

Speaking of which, since the first grade, he didn't seem to have used a few serious spells as long as he left the classroom.

Either petrified or imprisoned, after receiving Professor Fu's inheritance, he even began to study the dark curse.

Especially after his trip to America, his black curse became more and more sophisticated.

Needless to say, Barty Crouch Jr. really didn’t just rise to the top of the Death Eaters through loyalty.

After taking Gretel's first Cruciatus Curse, he still mustered up the courage to launch a second attack on Gretel.

He felt that it was just a moment of carelessness.

Before the effect of the Cruciatus Curse wore off, he mustered up his strength and overturned the debris on the side.

The debris flying all over the sky can help him hide his figure very well. He feels that he only needs one second to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Unfortunately, he had a good idea, but Gretel would not give him a chance.

Debris flew up, and Gretel's vision was blocked, but the effect of the Cruciatus Curse still clung to him like gangrene in his bones.

Barty Crouch Jr. really doesn’t understand.

Why can the Cruciatus Curse still find him even though he can't be seen?

If Gretel took off the prop that changes his eye color, Barty Crouch Jr. should not be confused.

After all, those silver eyes that seemed to be shining did not look like ordinary objects.

This is another use of the Silver Eyes that Gretel has discovered. No matter how much a person hides his body, he cannot hide the magic particles on his body.

In order to avoid being exposed, Gretel did not turn on the light. With Silver Eye Vision, he did not have to worry about the magic spell passing by Barty Crouch Jr.'s figure.

In order to ensure that Barty Crouch Jr. completely gave up the idea of ​​sending him and Harry away, Gretel gave him opportunities several times, but then knocked him down immediately.

Until the effect of Polyjuice Potion wore off and he fell to the ground unable to get up again.

Grete turned on the light and squatted directly in front of him.

"I know what you want to do, but I'm not going to stop you.

But I want you to know who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked, if you have any evil intentions again.

For example, this time tomorrow, the Goblet of Fire spits out my name.

Believe me, you will regret it when the time comes.

You don’t want Professor Fu’s plans to be frustrated because of your meddlesomeness. "

Barty Crouch Jr. lay on the ground, breathing heavily. He really had no room for resistance.

The Cruciatus Curse was more painful than he imagined.

Looking at Gretel, Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt that maybe Voldemort had seen the wrong person. This wizard didn't seem to be at his mercy.

At least judging from the way he used the Cruciatus Curse without any burden, he seemed to be more perverted than the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.

Others cast the Cruciatus Curse, more or less with a sickly smile on their face.

For the Cruciatus Curse to be used effectively, it must be accompanied by strong pleasure from the abuser in order to be effective, but Gretel looked so calm and relaxed.

This couldn't help but make him shudder. Madmen are not scary, but perverts who seem to be serious are the most scary.

"Come on, Professor Tom is still waiting for Harry's blood to resurrect him."

The last words Gretel left before going out finally broke through Barty Crouch Jr.'s defense.

He desperately subdued Moody and risked his life to sneak into Hogwarts, not just for the resurrection of Voldemort.

He could be sure that only he, Voldemort himself, and the little mouse who was now taking care of Voldemort knew the news.

Therefore, there must be a traitor among them.

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Barty Crouch Jr.: The hateful little mouse, after betraying his friend, will he betray his master again?

Damn it, the little mouse has a hostage in his hands, otherwise he will send a text message back every minute and ask Voldemort to kill this little kid.

Peter Pettigrew: Brother, don't think too much. I'm innocent. The biggest kid is Kelp.

Barty Crouch Jr.: Impossible. He was an undercover agent waiting to infiltrate the Order of the Phoenix on Voldemort's orders. How could he be the second or fifth kid?

Don't try to change the subject and just accuse him of his attitude towards Harry Potter. He can't be a kid.