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

Of course, Gretel knew that the person Professor Flitwick was talking about was the dead Slytherin student who was already parasitic on the back of other people's heads.

If he got closer, he would even call him Senior Tom, whether it was from Hogwarts' side, Dumbledore's side, or even Hagrid's side.

Of course, a certain noseless and bald man would definitely not be willing to take Hagrid's side of the argument.

After waiting for several days, Gretel didn't get what he expected. Dumbledore's conversation with him seemed to let him go.

Penello didn't show up either, but based on what he heard about it.

The fourth-year senior had been particularly out of sorts these days, and even burned up the cauldron in Snape's Potions class.

This behavior certainly received a rating from Snape that was comparable to a troll, and earned Ravenclaw a solid -10 points.

Gretel had not changed much. He went to class and studied as usual, step by step. When he had free time, he would wander around in the sea of ​​books at Hogwarts. When he encountered a problem, he would sneak into Professor Flitwick's office for advice.

By the way, I took some time every day to go to the principal's office on the eighth floor to say hello, but I didn't get what I wanted.

Gretel guessed that the strongest white devil in the world must be patching up his savior training plan.

From his point of view, during Harry Potter's first-year career, even if Voldemort had not appeared, Dumbledore would not have let him escape the trials that Harry should have had.

At least, a certain oil-headed tool man must be willing to be the villain in Dumbledore's script.

As for Voldemort sneaking in, according to Gretel, Dumbledore probably didn't know about it. Otherwise, with the temper of the White Devil, he would definitely not allow the Dark Lord to cause trouble in Hogwarts.

After all, if the Dark Lord goes crazy, it is possible that several students will face a life-or-death crisis. According to Dumbledore's temperament, he will definitely nip such a thing in the bud.

Of course, even though he didn't know that Voldemort had sneaked in, Quirinathiro was definitely on Dumbledore's watch list.

Putting this unfortunate professor's current performance together with his performance in school, anyone who is not a fool can spot the clues.

Don't you see why Gretel has been on the training list of almost all professors, but Quirrell alone is still kept in the dark.

As for why not all professors are willing to train Gretel, then you have to ask the great Divination professor Sybill Trelawney.

"McGarrett, tell me what you saw in the crystal ball." Professor Trelawney's eyes seemed to be shining. She was really looking forward to a student with the gift of prophecy.

"Professor, I saw two palms." Gretel answered truthfully.

"Tell me, what kind of palm? In prophecy, the symbol of the palm can represent many things." Trelawney asked excitedly.

After so many years, some students are finally able to see prophecy symbols in the crystal ball in the first class!

Professor Trelawney was really excited, her tone even trembling with excitement.

Until she saw Gretel put down the crystal ball and raised his hands, "I saw palms like this."

To be honest, this was the first time Gretel saw what it was like to have a heart filled with despair.

Professor Trelawney's eyes were like incandescent lamps whose tungsten filaments had burned out, and suddenly became dim.

From that day on, Gretel was sentenced to death by Trelawney, and he was nothing more than an ordinary person without the talent for divination.

From that day on, Gretel was banned from attending by a professor for the first time.

Before the door to Divination could even open a crack, Professor Trelawney locked it tightly from the inside.

But it's really not his fault. He really tried his best, but the crystal ball made him dizzy and he didn't see anything with prophetic imagery.

The flying lessons were not as interesting as expected. Those flying broomsticks that were shedding hair and about to fall apart really did not provide Grete with the slightest sense of security.

And that broom made his butt hurt from sitting on it. The seat charm on it must have not been optimized for a long time.

I didn’t realize at all the soft comfort of their home that was as soft as a sofa that my roommates boasted about.

The most important thing is that he doesn't look handsome at all. Even if flying is a desire rooted in human DNA, Gretel doesn't want to be a wizard knight with a broom under his arm.

After all, the flight in his fantasy would either involve stepping on a long sword, or using Feng Xu to control the wind, and be so handsome as to be immortal. If that didn't work, he could also accept a handsome flying car.

Gretel's fantasy only received a round of boos from his roommates, "Even the most courageous Quidditch player would not dare to stand up on the broom at will. That would be a joke with his own life."

As for the flying curse, they even said that they had never heard of it.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring these little wizards who have never seen the world, and a certain noseless one, they are now lurking in Hogwarts and preparing to cause trouble.

Gretel would definitely swear to ask these little wizards to write home and ask their ancestors if they still remembered a certain cloud of black smoke flying in the sky.

Or there is a saying that if Tom had not grown crooked, the wizarding world would have made great strides forward for at least a hundred years.

No, he had studied and practiced the flying magic that others could not even imagine many years ago, and even developed it into his own special symbol.

Worry, Gretel really feels sad. As long as he has enough knowledge, he will study the flying spell Gretel has his own style.

Or if he was brave enough, he could sneak into Quirrell's office, point at Voldemort's nose and threaten him to teach him the flying spell Voldemort's unique style, otherwise he would report him to Dumbledore.

But he didn't dare. After all, he didn't consider himself, but also the relatives of St. Mary's Welfare Home.

Voldemort couldn't be offended for the time being, and Voldemort couldn't be offended even more as his Death Eaters were always at his disposal.

Besides, if he dares to threaten the notorious Dark Lord, he will most likely be met with not a compromise, but a fatal blow to Avatar.

After all, the Horcrux has not been destroyed, and Lao Fu is not afraid of death. Lao Fu with the ability to resurrect is like the fourth natural disaster. As long as he cannot die, the more he dies, the more he will become a prodigal.

It's so sad that the partner never shows up, and Professor Flitwick's wool is becoming more and more difficult to harvest.

I don’t know if he got a signal from Dumbledore.

Now Professor Flitwick is only willing to guide him to solve the problem step by step, even at the expense of time, leading him to start from the most basic magic configuration bit by bit.

From time to time, he also uttered a sentence, with a distinct Dumbledore style of advice, "Tall buildings rise from the ground, and laying a solid foundation is what you should do now."

As your teacher and your dean, I have the obligation to lead you on the right path. You have to solve the difficulties by yourself. I am responsible for leading you to find the key. It is up to you to figure out how to open the lock.

Gretel really misses Professor Flitwick who would come back with the solution as soon as he presented a problem.

Dumbledore, you have done all the bad things. The day I became the headmaster, I deducted your pension and sent you to Nurmengard.

Gretel's thoughts are not known to outsiders.

But whenever he fantasizes like this, his roommate always feels gloomy and sinister, and wishes he could stay far away.

On another weekend, Gretel received two letters at the same time, one from Hagrid's Forbidden Forest cabin.

In the letter, Hagrid asked if he was still busy, and also wrote that he wanted to take this opportunity to introduce him and Harry to each other.

The other letter came from the girls' lounge in Ravenclaw Tower, where Penelope Civat had been struggling for a week.

Please read, recommend, and compare your feelings (`)

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Noseless bald monster (thumping the ground): Dumbledore, you have done all kinds of bad things~, you said that if you let me become a professor, why would I have to suffer so much?

Gretel (thumping the ground): Dumbledore, you have done all the bad things~ You have given me Professor Flitwick who is always responsive to my needs. I feel like I have lost a lot of hair this week. I am really miserable~

Look at each other.

Gretel hugs (head crying) Voldemort.