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

"Professor Dumbledore, I found a dead unicorn in the Forbidden Forest yesterday. Someone killed it. I don't know who killed the poor little guy.

When it was born, the unicorns held a ceremony for it. It was a little guy who was full of curiosity about everything. It shouldn't have carried the group on its back and ran to the outside.

When I saw it yesterday, all the blood had drained from it.

The centaurs have gone crazy. They now prohibit everyone from approaching the Forbidden Forest. If Aragog didn't need my comfort, even I wouldn't be able to enter. "

One day in late February, Hagrid walked into Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, "I understand. Talk to the centaurs and see if you can get them to persuade the unicorns to go deeper into the Forbidden Forest."

Before leaving, Dumbledore reminded Hagrid to protect himself.

When Gretel met Dumbledore, it was late at night on the weekend.

The phoenix, which can apparate in Hogwarts, is Dumbledore's best messenger.

Late at night when everyone was sleeping, Fox gently pecked Gretel's head, and then handed over a piece of letter.

The content of the letter is very short, only one sentence.

"I'll wait for you in the headmaster's office. Let Fawkes bring you here. Filch won't be embarrassed. Albus Dumbledore."

Gretel left the tower quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

To be honest, after seeing Dumbledore so many times, this was the first time Gretel saw Dumbledore worried.

Under the dim light, Dumbledore stood in front of the pensieve and frowned, not knowing what to think about.

Even the sound of Grete pushing the door failed to wake him from his thoughts.

The portraits of past principals on the wall were covered with curtains, and Grete could hear the sounds of the portraits sleeping.

This was the first time Gretel had seen a portrait sleeping. In the past, he had only heard complaints from young wizards from other colleges that the portrait guarding the gate of his family visited again or fell asleep, forcing them to spend the whole night wandering around.

Walking in front of Dumbledore, the silver threads representing thinking in the Pensieve merged into a galaxy, spinning crazily in the basin.

The pensieve was small, wide, flat and hollow. It looked like it was carved from a single piece of stone. It was dotted with many dazzling gems around the basin.

Gretel was sure that those gems were inextricably linked to the magic of the Pensieve, because just standing next to the Pensieve, you could feel a powerful magic power.

"Gretel, do you know what I'm thinking?" Dumbledore exhaled a long breath.

He wasn't waiting for Grete to answer, because he didn't leave any time for Grete to interrupt.

"I'm thinking, if I had killed him the first time I met him, there wouldn't have been so many disasters in the wizarding world."

Gretel smacked his lips inwardly angrily. Yes, if Dumbledore was really the White Devil with ulterior motives as Voldemort said, he would definitely choose to kill him directly rather than sit back and watch him grow.

After all, for Dumbledore, in those years before Voldemort grew up, he could easily crush him, which was no more difficult than crushing an ant.

I remember that in his previous life, he had argued with many people about whether Dumbledore was the White Devil with ulterior motives.

For a white devil, in order to maintain his image as a savior who can turn the tide, it is only reasonable to sit back and watch the growth of the dark devil.

Gretel had never thought so. After all, Dumbledore's status in the wizarding world was obvious to all. After a generation of Dark Lords stepped down, his status was unshakable.

He does not need or need to do such a thing redundantly.

Rather than saying that Voldemort was trained by him, it is better to say that Dumbledore regretted that he failed to properly guide Tom Riddle to the right path.

"The first time I saw him, I knew he was a gifted child. At the same time, I also knew that his heart was extremely twisted. Everyone was deceived by him, but I was the only one who stayed vigilant against him."

There was regret, regret, and many other emotions in Dumbledore's tone that Gretel couldn't understand.

Gretel thought he would let himself see his memories, but Dumbledore waved his hand and closed the Pensieve. The Milky Way swimming in the basin was obscured by a cloud of mist and became inconspicuous again.

"He has been awake for at least a week. Hagrid told me that unicorn corpses were found in the Forbidden Forest for several days in a row, and all the blood on them was sucked dry."

After the two sat down, Dumbledore's first words surprised Gretel.

Since Christmas, he has been going to Quirrell at least twice a week, thinking that when Voldemort wakes up, he will give him the samples he made.

But until she came to see Dumbledore today, Gretel had no idea that Voldemort had awakened.

Quirrell still had the same unpleasant look, hesitating and stammering, and always telling his old adventure stories in class.

"It seems you haven't seen him before."

"Yes, I only saw Professor Quirrell, and he never showed up once."

"Don't go any further until this matter is over. Just because he didn't hurt you before doesn't mean he won't in the future. I think he has discovered that you are meeting me."

Gretel always listened to people's advice. When Dumbledore said that Voldemort had awakened, he no longer planned to meet Quirrell alone.

Whatever the reason, Voldemort had shown a clear desire to stay away.

Therefore, for the sake of his own life, no matter how greedy he was for Voldemort's knowledge, Gretel would not choose to take risks.

Not to mention that since the last time he realized that his research was on the wrong path due to his misguided Muggle thinking, Gretel has now devoted himself to learning to be a pure wizard.

At least, let yourself be able to look at the magical world from a wizard's perspective.

Many of the things Voldemort taught him were memorized in detail, and he still needed time to learn in depth.

It's still a long time, so he can take his time.

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"Gretel, we know who put the troll in."

Before the exam week came, the three little ones came to Grete with serious expressions.

"It's Snape. He wants to help Voldemort steal the Sorcerer's Stone."

In Ron's horrified eyes, Harry said that name, "Harry, can you stop saying that name."

Ron lowered his voice for fear of drawing attention to himself.

"We found out that Snape was a Death Eater many years ago and was Voldemort's most trusted subordinate. If Dumbledore hadn't saved him, he would have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

I now know why he targeted me everywhere, because Voldemort was back and he wanted to show his loyalty. "

Harry's face was full of determination, and Ron nodded in agreement.

Hermione obviously had different opinions from the two children, "Harry, it's definitely not Professor Snape, he's just a bit strict."

"No way, it must be him. He also locked me up. From the beginning of the school year to now, I have to go to his gloomy office every Friday and listen to him scolding me that my brain is worse than a troll."

"Harry, that's not confinement. It's obviously teaching you how to brew potions. Didn't you realize that in the current Potions class, your level is far superior to everyone else's?"

Harry was as stubborn as ever and couldn't listen to Hermione's explanation.

Grete secretly sighed in his heart, maybe this was the impact of the first impression.

After all, from Harry's perspective, from the first time he and Snape met until now, he has been subjected to cynicism.

He never had a good look on his face, even if he followed the textbook and prepared the potion without making a single mistake from beginning to end.

Still, he could only get one comment from Snape, saying he was better than the troll.

But more often than not, he only gets comments suggesting that he put on a troll head.

It seems that in Snape's heart, he will always be inferior to the troll.

Faced with the invitation from the three little ones, Gretel refused.

Leaving aside the fact that Harry's investigation was in the wrong direction, just talking about Voldemort's guidance during this period, he couldn't do anything to burn bridges.

That's not his temperament, and it doesn't even matter to him whether the wizarding world is in chaos or not. He just wants to protect the people important to him.

Taking a step back, even if Voldemort really rules the wizarding world, he can take the people important to him, stay away from disputes, and go far away.

Salvation is a dangerous road, not only for yourself, but also for other people you cherish.

Therefore, he is unwilling and impossible to take this path.

After rejecting the three little ones that time, I don't know if I was worried that he would reveal the information to Snape.

Harry and the others would never share their information with Gretel again.

Grete felt at ease and could study new spells with peace of mind.

Ever since the last battle with the troll and finding out that he didn't have any attack spells to take advantage of, Grete started his own research.

The best defense is offense, whether it is for Muggles or wizards.

Although his self-created Utopia is a strong defensive spell, it does not mean that he can sit back and relax.

For now, his Utopia is still unable to withstand the powerful black magic represented by the Unforgivable Curse.

In order to ensure that he will not become a living target, he needs at least one powerful offensive spell, one that can give him powerful fire suppression.

As long as the enemy he beats can't stand up, he can come and go freely under the protection of Utopia.

However, the development of offensive spells was not smooth. The core of his wand was made of unicorn hair, which naturally repels black magic.

However, the most powerful attack spells are often inextricably linked to black magic.

So every time he casts a spell that could cause death or injury, his wand would be a little unruly.

In order to develop his own offensive spell as soon as possible, Gretel sent a letter to the wand master Ollivander.

Ollivander's reply stated that it is not so much that unicorn fur repels dark magic, but rather that magical animals like unicorns are naturally resistant to death.

Maybe in the world of unicorns, all spells that can cause death or injury are classified as black magic.

Therefore, the magic materials obtained from it also have this characteristic.

But there is no need to change the wand, because since ancient times, there have been many wands that can cast black magic, and the core of the wand is unicorn hair.

3000 has been added, and there will be two chapters later.

small theater

Voldemort: It's nothing more than burning bridges. Why didn't you tell me about being a spy for Dumbledore?

Gretel: There's nothing I can do about it. I didn't know anything about you at that time. I just knew that you were the Dark Lord.

Who knew you were actually teaching me sincerely? I thought you had some agenda.

Find a protective umbrella that can covet your knowledge and don't have to worry about safety. Only a fool would not do it.

Voldemort: Now that you know that I am really good to you, can we discuss it and come with me?

Gretel: No, I just want to make money cleanly, and I don’t want to be a gangster with you.

Voldemort (looking back at the Death Eaters): Come on, tie him back to me.