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

Afterwards, Hagrid took him to buy other things, including robes, a crucible, books, herbs, and a calm, extremely handsome-looking raven.

After sending Gretel and the purchased items back to the orphanage, Hagrid handed Gretel a money bag.

"Gretel, Hogwarts provides a stipend of 30 Galleons every academic year. After excluding the items purchased today, there are still 3 Galleons, 12 Sikels, and 20 Nats left.

The extra 20 Galleons in your purse are a private grant from Professor Dumbledore. I hope you have a pleasant holiday.

When you come to Hogwarts, you must come to my hut and try the rock biscuits I made.

My hut is on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As you know, I am the gamekeeper of Hogwarts. I am responsible for guarding the disobedient children in the Forbidden Forest. "

Hagrid, who had successfully completed the task of inviting young wizards to Hogwarts, had a rosy face and looked particularly excited. Before Gretel could even thank him, he waved his umbrella and disappeared outside the orphanage.

"Okay, thank you, see you at Hogwarts." Gretel shouldered the large and small bags with difficulty, "Mother Gretel, I'm back."

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"This room will be reserved for you from now on. I don't know how many more years you can live here. When you grow older, this room will seem too small. I will ask the children not to disturb you."

While Hagrid was taking Gretel to Diagon Alley for shopping, Mrs. Swann cleaned out the attic of the orphanage.

"Brother Mike won't find us annoying. He even showed us how to be pretty two days ago."

"Brother Mike, these are the flowers I picked. Just smell the flowers when you are tired from studying. I will come and replace them with fresh flowers every day from now on."

"Brother Mike, I wiped the floor..."

"I, I, I wiped the table..."

"And I"

Without waiting for each of these little ones to show off their skills, Grete pulled out a packet of candy from the package and gave it to the oldest of the little ones.

"Go and play. Give them the candy and let them eat it early. In the current weather, if you don't eat it quickly, you will attract insects."

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Mid-August.

There was a pop in the attic of the orphanage, and then a puff of smoke squeezed out from the gap in the window.

"Brother Mike is playing magic again." The children who were laughing in the open space in front of the orphanage looked back, then turned around and started playing by themselves.

Only Mrs. Swann hurried to the attic and knocked on the door of Gretel's room.

"Mother Gretel, I'm fine. There's just a circuit connection error. I'll just write a letter to Professor Dumbledore later to ask."

Grete walked out of the room, raised his head and smiled sheepishly.

Mrs. Swann took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the black ash on his face, "I don't understand what you are going to do, but you must ensure your own safety. By the way, are you coming down for dinner today, little guys? I have complained to me privately that I haven’t had dinner with you for a long time.”

Grete was stunned for a moment, "Okay, I will have dinner with everyone today, there is no need to send me to the room."

Mrs. Swann rubbed his head lovingly, "Then I'll go and get ready. A child was adopted today and a large batch of donations were sent. We have a good meal today and it will be half a month later." You have to leave too."

"It's okay, Mother Grete. I'll be back on Christmas. Although I don't know why wizards still celebrate Christmas, but at least we can reunite."

Mrs. Swann slapped him angrily and went downstairs with a smile.

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"Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore:

The weather is really nice today, I hope you have a nice day, and I'm sorry to bother you by writing on such a sunny day.

But you know, I have corresponded with you so many times that you are fully aware of my research.

This letter is because I have encountered another problem and I really hope to get your help.

I have carefully read the ancient magic theory you recommended to me last time. The formation configuration you mentioned really helped me a lot. The problem now is that when analyzing the floo network formation...

Also, once again, I wish you a great day.

Sincerely, McGarrett. "

Putting away the pen, Gretel carefully dried the ink. Sebastian the raven was already jumping and ready.

"Sebas, come back soon, I will leave some food for you."

The window opened, and a black line crossed the sky. Grete tidied his desk and decided to go downstairs to relax his brain, which had been tense for half a month.

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While Gretel was helping Mrs. Swann prepare dinner, Dumbledore received a letter from McGarrett.

To be honest, if Dumbledore just thought that Gretel's magical potential was better than Tom Riddle's at first.

Now Dumbledore can be sure that this child who was also born in an orphanage has a much better mind than Tom Riddle.

At least, when Tom Riddle was in first grade, he was still obsessed with the magic of magic and had not studied the nature of magic, let alone wanted to change or invent anything.

As for the issues mentioned in the letter, Dumbledore was a little confused for a while. After all, as a native of the wizarding world, Floo Network was something that he was accustomed to in life. In the past few decades, he had never thought about studying it. .

If it hadn't been for the exchange with Gretel in the past half month, he wouldn't even have understood the principles on which this common floo network was based.

If Gretel was asking about pure magic, even if it was black magic that is now despised by the magic world, he would be able to answer it clearly.

Dumbledore thought about it and replied a letter that he still needed to study. After feeding Sebastian the raven a piece of food belonging to Fawkes, Dumbledore attached a copy of his own book on the nature of magic when he was young. notes.

Of course, Dumbledore deleted the research on dark magic.

After the raven left, Dumbledore studied magic for the first time. He didn't stop what he was doing until Professor McGonagall came in.

Minerva McGonagall's face was full of worry, "Albus, I'm very worried. You know, as you said a long time ago, that person is also so lovable, but in the end..."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, "Minerva, it's different. That child is different from Tom. His heart is full of enthusiasm. Come and see, as a little wizard who is exposed to magic for the first time in the Muggle world .

He did not study those powerful or interesting spells, but instead concentrated on studying the Floo Network briefly mentioned in "Magic Theory" and "Modern Magic History". Even the funding I gave him was used by him in Flourish and Blotts has been replaced with related books.

Do you know what he wants to do? "

Professor McGonagall did not speak, but frowned slightly, waiting for Dumbledore's explanation.

"This kid wants to separate and miniaturize the communication function of the Floo Network, just so that he can chat with Mrs. Swangret every day.

Oh, Mrs. Swangret, the director of St. Mary's Welfare Home where little Gret was born, or rather the adoptive mother of little Gret. "

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall suddenly said that even before he had officially enrolled in the school, he had won the title of Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and the current strongest white wizard in the wizarding world, Albus Percival Wulfric Bray. The students Dumbledore paid attention to had a curiosity.

It can be said that in the past half month, Gretel has received much more attention from Dumbledore than the destined savior, the boy-who-lived Harry Potter, who is also enrolling in school this year.

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Professor McGonagall: GG, come here quickly. Stop hiding in Nurmengard. If you don’t come here, AD will take the shape of MG.

Harry: Dumbledore, you will regret it. I am the destined savior.