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

Grete had never celebrated Halloween, but he had seen it through the door of the orphanage.

The children took the jack-o'-lanterns made by their parents and dressed themselves up as various legendary monsters.

Going door to door begging for candy from neighbors, shouting trick or treating.

Compared with Christmas, Halloween is children’s favorite holiday.

Only on this day, even the most serious families will indulge their children for once.

The curfew and everything else are lifted, allowing the children to have a good time.

It was a carnival for Muggle kids.

Of course Hogwarts is different. At least, the Halloween costumes look much more elaborate than those in the Muggle world.

The pumpkin head opens its mouth to tease the little wizard, the wall suddenly spits out smoke, and Peeves is obviously more noisy than usual.

Only today will Peeves not be sanctioned by Bloody Balor.

Overnight, the entire school was surrounded by a Halloween atmosphere.

Even standing in front of the tower window, you can see a huge pumpkin monster specially arranged in the open space in front of the Forbidden Forest.

To say that the most comprehensive layout is of course the restaurant.

The torch turned into a pumpkin head filled with candles, and countless silhouettes of monsters in the dark clouds suddenly appeared accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.

The bats were either hanging upside down from the ceiling, or clinging to the wall to rest. Most of them were flying through the dark clouds, passing over the wizard's head at low altitude from time to time, causing the little wizard to exclaim in surprise.

Fortunately, nothing strange fell from the bat.

Grete picked up a piece of steak with peace of mind and admired the wizards' Halloween.

Ordinarily, Dumbledore has arranged everything, so Gretel should feel relieved.

But he always seemed a little absent-minded, thinking about something constantly in his mind.

Suddenly, Gretel stopped talking. He thought about why he was absent-minded.

Secret passages.

Yes, secret passages. Ever since the day Hogwarts was built, there have been countless secret passages.

Even after countless students' night tours, they still haven't explored all the secret passages.

Gretel didn't believe it at all that Voldemort didn't know the secret passage.

Even Quirinascillo, who is known for his honesty, may have his own secret passage that he often uses.

He believed that Dumbledore had made Hogwarts as airtight as possible.

But except for its builder, no one knows exactly how many secret passages there are.

Even in the past few centuries, if someone had been recognized by the castle, it was not impossible to build his own secret passage.

Neither he nor Dumbledore had thought about this issue in the past few days.

But it's too late.

The door of the restaurant was opened with a bang, and Quilinaschiro rushed into the restaurant according to the original world line.

"The troll—the troll is in the underground classroom—"

Just in time to pass out on the floor.

Gretel turned his gaze to Dumbledore, but only saw confidence in those blue eyes.

Yes, as the principal of Hogwarts, with the greatest authority in this castle, how could he ignore the existence of the secret passage.

Looking at Quirrell lying on the ground pretending to be dead, Gretel knew that this was a confrontation between the black and white devils.

If Dumbledore blocked all the roads, Voldemort might be deadlocked.

In the battle between trapped beasts, surrounding three buildings and leaving a secret passage is just right.

"quiet!"

When the students were about to get into chaos, Dumbledore raised his wand and set off several fireworks spells, attracting everyone's attention.

"Prefect, take all students back to your respective college dormitories."

Gretel grabbed Terry as he left the castle and headed for the tower.

"Cover me, I need to leave for a while."

For some reason, Grete felt more and more flustered as he walked away.

Thinking of Quirrell's body recently, Gretel always felt that things might not be as simple as the original world line.

——

When Gretel arrived in the underground classroom, everyone was shocked.

What a troll, here comes a whole tribe of trolls.

There must be more than ten stinky monsters, big and small.

The smallest one is over ten feet tall, and its dull skin exudes a pungent odor all the time.

Each troll dragged his own weapon in his hand and struck everything he encountered with the club unscrupulously.

The three little ones were pale and running for their lives with frightened expressions on their faces.

Fortunately, the giant monster's body like a mountain of meat was not enough to support them in running, and they could not catch up with the pace of the three little ones for the time being.

However, the trolls are so huge that even taking one step can equal the little wizard running four or five steps.

If nothing else happens, they will be caught up before leaving this corridor.

I don't know which of the three little ones was unlucky, but the giant monster who never used his brain actually thought of throwing.

He picked out the mud that had rolled up from nowhere and threw it in the direction of the three of them.

When all the mud was gone, he threw away the broken wooden doors and dismantled stones, until he threw away the wooden stick in his hand that was taller than a man.

"Utopia."

Gretel's Utopia successfully deflected the wooden stick that was about to bring disaster, and appeared in front of the three of them.

Ignoring the moved glances of the three people, Grete stepped forward to greet them.

"Keep running, don't be stunned, run upstairs and take the trolls over. I see the professors have all gone upstairs."

Petrification Curse, Stunning Curse, Imprisonment Curse, Obstacle Curse...

Countless curses spurted out from the tip of the stick like arrows.

Unfortunately, as a magical creature, the troll's greatest characteristic is its own magical inertia.

The damaging spell hit the giant monster without causing any ripples at all.

In terms of effectiveness, it is not even as good as taking the time to throw out a few tables and chairs with a floating spell. At least the tables and chairs can make them stop and smash them.

The three of them were yelled by Gretel, and finally woke up from the daze after being rescued from the impending disaster, and ran silently.

Gretel retreated while causing trouble for the trolls.

Looking at the menacing giant monster, Gretel sighed inwardly.

"It's worthy of you for such a big occasion, Professor Tom."

As early as a few days ago, when he went to collect Voldemort's wool and only saw the stammering Quirrell, he knew that something big was going to happen in the near future.

Without the unicorn blood to survive, and being harvested by him all day and night, Quirrell was not only drained of fuel, but also drained of his strength.

In order to save one's life, taking desperate risks is an inevitable choice.

The professors must not know that there are people in the underground classroom. After all, who would have thought that someone would hide in the underground bathroom and cry on Halloween.

However, since the trolls were causing so much noise, sooner or later someone would have to come down and take a look.

As expected, not long after, Professor McGonagall took the lead, Snape and Quirrell followed closely behind, and appeared underground.

Gretel saw the battle scene of an adult wizard for the first time.

Professor McGonagall is indeed the Professor of Transfiguration. With a wave of her wand, tough vines sprouted from the head of the pumpkin specially decorated for Halloween.

Under the control of Professor McGonagall, the vines seemed to have a life of their own, tying up the ugly giant monsters in front of them.

The broken doors and windows also transformed into shackles, locking up the culprit who broke him.

Even the wooden stick used as a weapon in the troll's hand was released under Professor McGonagall's disarming spell, and then turned into wooden figures and pounced on it.

Snape, on the other hand, took the cold shoulder and threw away the failed demulcent as a powerful anesthetic.

Gretel was quite suspicious that these failures came from Harry.

Counting the potion bottles that were thrown out, Gretel couldn't help but pray for Harry's head.

I pray that Snape won't come to Harry with the troll's head for head-replacement surgery later.

As for Quirrell, of course Professor Quirrell stood by and cheered them on.

God knows how much he paid to bring these giant monsters in.

Anyway, Gretel saw that Quirrell would tremble in pain every time Snape released a divine blade.

With the professor's help, Gretel was finally able to let go and rest.

Not far up the road, I saw three people standing timidly in the corner.

Both Harry, Ron and Hermione looked pale, and it seemed that they were really frightened.

I had no choice but to take out the demulcent pill from my small bag and handed it over.

Thank you all the book lovers for your recommendation votes and support. There is another chapter around ten o'clock, so I won't delay all the book friends from sleeping. I hope you will read it (`) and compare your thoughts.

small theater

Dumbledore (Actor A): Tom, you shouldn't be here.

Voldemort (Actor B): You know I'm coming, and I know you know I'm coming, but I have to come.

…

Throw the horn and rush forward.

Director: Kakaka, what is this acting? One of you is good and the other is evil, one is black and the other is white. There are not so many entanglements. When you meet, you should kill each other indiscriminately. The more brutal the killing, the better. Come on, reshoot.

Each group prepares, the third act of the Halloween battle, action~