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

Chapter 14 Visiting the kind-hearted Hagrid (but the rock cake soaked in milk is really delicious)

Grete kept giving hints to himself in his mind, not to care about the changes in the microscopic world, nor to consider the transition of electronic energy levels, but to follow the guidance of magic and let the magic soak into the match in front of him.

Follow your instincts and let the matches change according to your own ideas, just like a person needs to breathe when alive and sleep when sleepy. Let everything happen naturally. This is a world where magic exists, and transfiguration is an objective truth.

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Maybe he really convinced himself, or maybe he was hypnotized. As the wand fell, the magic power soaked in, and the match in front of him glowed with a metallic luster.

With its sharp needle head, smooth needle body, and needle tail with holes, in just a few seconds, the match turned into a sewing needle very smoothly.

Ignoring the prompt of +1 Transfiguration Experience on the panel, Grete pulled a piece of hair from his head, sipped it carefully, and passed it straight through.

Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face, folded her arms and looked at the excited Gretel in front of her with a look of relief. She could feel and understand the happy mood of the little wizard in front of her, which was the same as when she first came into contact with the Transfiguration. Mood.

"Bah, bang, bang," Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, "Everyone, come here and take a look at Mr. McGregor's transfiguration. He is really good."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the little wizards who had no choice but to enter suddenly gathered around.

Professor McGonagall leaned down and came close to Gretel, "Well, Mr. Gretel, would you mind showing your classmates how you turned a match into a sewing needle?"

"Of course not, Professor, I'd be happy to." He waved his wand gently, and the sewing needle turned into a match again.

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"This is?" Grete looked at the envelope handed over by Hermione with a blushing face.

The roommates headed by Terry on the other side leaned against each other and quietly watched the two of them chatting.

"I've said it before, this little buck-toothed Gryffindor absolutely loves Gretel. Look, it's come true. I could see it on the first day of school." Terry said with a look on his face that I was a prophecy. Home, come and praise my expression.

"Classmate Gretel, this is my challenge letter. Please face my challenge. Until graduation, let us compete to see who is the best student in Hogwarts. I will definitely not lose to you. Hermione said with a nervous look on her face.

Perhaps thinking of the Transfiguration class that had just ended, Hermione's face couldn't help but turn redder.

Until the end of get out of class, she was the only one among the dozens of remaining students who successfully transformed the match, even though it only transformed into a needle point.

But this has made her the only student besides Gretel to receive praise in the Transfiguration class.

"I know that although I can't compare to you now, I will definitely become the best graduate of Hogwarts. I hope you can officially accept my challenge." Hermione shouted, not caring about the other people around her. The students looked in surprise.

Looking at Hermione in front of him, Gretel really didn't know what to say.

He looked at Hermione from head to toe, and just before Hermione was about to explode, he took the challenge letter out of her hand.

"Yes, I believe that you will become the most outstanding graduate of Hogwarts."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a reply, he turned around smoothly, greeted his roommates who were watching the excitement, and rushed towards the cafeteria.

He didn't have time to play the game of life-long rivalry and life-fetters with the little girl here. After dinner, he had to go to Professor Flitwick's office for advice.

It was now half past three, and Professor Flitwick had just finished the Charms class for the little badgers and snakes.

From now until eight o'clock in the evening, Professor Flitwick will have a rare amount of free time.

Grete wanted to take this time to ask how many basic configurations the Floo Network magic contained.

After the research is clear, the professor's help will naturally be needed to modify the magical configuration involved in the Floo Network.

Gretel walked away neatly, without leaving a single thought behind, leaving only a look of astonishment and his little buck teeth messy in the wind.

Harry looked regretful and retracted the arm he had just raised, while Ron stood beside him with a secretive look on his face.

"Harry, let's go. By the way, have you finished the homework assigned by Professor Sprout for herbal medicine class yesterday? Let's finish the homework first and then go to the restaurant to eat."

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Friday.

It was late in the cold night, and Gretel huddled beside the fireplace in the common room, concentrating on studying the basic configuration disassembled by Professor Flitwick.

Grete wants to thoroughly study the relevant configuration before Christmas arrives, and start miniaturization research at the same time.

An owl messenger hurriedly set off from Hagrid's Forbidden Forest hut and flew straight to Ravenclaw Tower.

"Dear Grete:

I don’t know if you have time to come to my cabin tomorrow. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I want to talk to you about the first week. I invited Harry just in the morning and he has already visited this afternoon. Oh yes, we also talked about you.

If possible, ask the owl to bring you your reply.

Hagrid. "

A lot of scratches can be seen on the surface of the letter paper. It can be seen that Hagrid must have thought about it for a long time, revised the wording several times, and copied it carefully before sending it out.

By the firelight of the fireplace, Gretel quickly replied with a letter saying he was happy to go, and in the letter expressed his gratitude to Hagrid for taking care of St. Mary's Welfare Home this week.

Sebastian traveled to the orphanage and Hogwarts many times this week, and Mrs. Swann's letter also asked Gretel to take time to visit the kind-hearted half-blood giant.

In addition, she vaguely mentioned that it was best not to touch the rock cake during the visit. After all, a piece of the orphanage's knife broke while trying to cut the cake.

As for this, Gretel wanted to help Hagrid complain. He had long been unable to stand the broken knife in the orphanage. Rather than saying it was a kitchen knife, it was better to call it a saw, which is more appropriate.

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The next day.

After getting up early in the morning, Grete put on light clothes, tidied herself up and left the castle.

Soon after crossing the field, I saw a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest in the distance. It was small compared to Hagrid.

At least when Gretel stood in front of the door, he couldn't touch the upper edge of the wooden door without using the floating spell.

When Gretel arrived, Hagrid was heating his 'small' dessert [Rock Pie] by the stove. There was a silver kettle comparable to a beer barrel sitting on the flame mouth of the stove.

The spout of the pot was spitting steam wantonly, and Gretel could smell the sweet fragrance of milk and honey.

"Gretel, sit down quickly. You probably haven't had breakfast yet. I boiled milk specially for you and added some honey I picked from the Forbidden Forest. The little wizard still needs to drink more milk to grow stronger. "

"By the way, would you like some rock biscuits? Mrs. Swann's reply to me said that the children in the orphanage liked the rock biscuits I sent." Hagrid turned around and said.

Okay, Gretel silently swallowed the complaints in his heart, and said in the expectant eyes of the hybrid giant: "Then just give me half a piece, I don't always eat much in the morning."

Hagrid became visibly happier when his advice was taken.

Gretel looked at the bowl in front of him that was bigger than his face, and a whole piece of rock cake that seemed to exude the aura of being out of bounds for strangers, and silently added one item to his life plan: learn to say no.

"Gretel, you can try soaking the rock cake in milk. It tastes really good." Hagrid suggested again, his two big copper bell eyes filled with recommendations.

Almost using all his strength, Gretel failed to tear off a piece of the soft and delicious rock cake that Hagrid described.

He really didn't know how good the savior duo's teeth were, that they could actually chew such a hard lump.

He simply gave up, dipped the rock cake in the milk, and stuffed it into his mouth as if he were dead.

Unexpectedly, the rock cake is not as unpalatable as expected, and you can even suck the mellow milk from the soaked area.

Gretel gave a thumbs up, fully expressing his agreement with Hagrid's proposal.

After the meal, Grete took out from his pocket the thank-you gift Mrs. Swann had prepared for Hagrid, a comb made of walnut wood, which was a tribute to many children in the orphanage.

Every child in the orphanage, regardless of gender, has his or her own little comb, because Mrs. Swann said that people may not necessarily be rich in life, but they must ensure their own dignity.

The last time Hagrid played with the children in the orphanage, they noticed that Hagrid's hair and beard had become dreadlocked in many places.

So as soon as Mrs. Swann suggested it, the children all said in unison that they wanted to give a comb.

Gretel also specially asked senior students to inscribe curing, cleaning and other magic spells on it for Hagrid's convenience.

It could be seen that Hagrid was very moved, his eyes were red.

"Thank you, Gretel, thank you, and thank you to Mrs. Swann and the children. Apart from Professor Dumbledore, this is the first time someone has given me a gift. I will definitely treasure it."

Under the moved eyes of the hybrid giant, the two exchanged stories about their first week at Hogwarts, with Hagrid mainly speaking and Gretel listening.

After all, his daily life consists of learning to eat and sleep, and there really isn't much to talk about.

When he heard that Snape had punished him and put him in solitary confinement, Hagrid comforted Gretel, "Gretel, Professor Snape is not a bad person, he just speaks badly."

Hagrid's life has not changed much. He patrols the Forbidden Forest every day and does odd jobs. When he talks about Harry, Hagrid suddenly starts talking.

He said that since Harry sat down yesterday, he began to talk about his troubles, why everyone's attention made him nervous, and the difficulty of the classes. Of course, the most important thing was that he was also targeted by Snape.

Because of Monday Gretel's outstanding performance, the savior little Harry received far more brutal blows in Potions class than the original text he had read in his previous life.

Even because he hated it, Snape took the opportunity to find trouble. After a big lesson, Gryffindor was deducted a full twenty points.

Harry had to go to Snape's office every Friday night for solitary confinement (cross out, turn on the stove), but of course Harry didn't think so.

He thought he might not make it out of that office alive.

Also, Harry never found a chance to contact Gretel, and he didn't realize that Gretel was avoiding him, which was a big problem.

So after hearing that Gretel was familiar with Hagrid, he asked Hagrid to create opportunities for him to make friends.

Before Gretel could hide, how could he make friends with him and tell Hagrid that he was currently conducting a very important research with Professor Flitwick.

A long list of technical terms for structures and theories instantly overwhelmed this mixed-race giant who had left school early.

Hagrid's eyes went straight, "Okay, you go ahead and do your business first. You will be classmates for seven years anyway, so you have plenty of time. There is no rush to make friends. You are busy, so go ahead and do your business."

I ask for daily reading and recommendation votes, thank you.

3000 chapters have been completed, and there are still two chapters left today.

Also, I am very curious about where you guys found this book. I am very curious.

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Hagrid’s letters were carefully collected together with letters from home: Hey, that letter over there, I will be a colleague from now on, it looks familiar.

A challenge letter thrown casually in the garbage pile: Resentment +1, +1, +1... (Thinking casually, Mike Gretel, just wait, my master will definitely defeat you as promised.)