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

Gretel never expected that it wasn't the sun that woke him up, or even his roommate.

Rather, it was a mixture of steam and shadow.

In Grete's surprised eyes, a face formed on the mixture of steam and shadow.

"???"

Gretel was confused. He couldn't figure out why it was Voldemort who woke him up.

Looking out the window, the night is dark and the sun shows no sign of rising.

Gretel really couldn't understand why he had summoned this Dark Lord even though he was already far away from the rescue team.

At this time, shouldn't he escape from Hogwarts as soon as possible?

Gretel didn't even try to shout for attention, he didn't want to anger the Dark Lord in front of him.

It seemed that the Dark Lord had failed after all, at the hands of the prophesied natural enemy.

His expression was one of unwillingness to have his purpose destroyed, and he even looked a little angry.

But it was obvious that he showed restraint in front of Gretel.

"Shh!" Voldemort put down his finger that was about to cast the silencing spell, and just made a silencing movement on his lips.

"To avoid interrupting our conversation, then, pass out."

Grete noticed his roommates who should have been asleep, tilted his head, and successfully fell into a deeper sleep.

"Gretel, you should know who I am, right."

Voldemort's tone was quite certain.

"Yes, Professor."

Grete had no intention of deceiving.

After all, although Voldemort's eyes were full of madness, there was no desire for destruction in his eyes.

"Sure enough, you already knew it was not Quirrell who was talking to you."

"Yes, Professor, I always knew."

"You're doing eyeliner for Dumbledore, right?"

Gretel was silent. After all, being a spy was not a good thing, and Voldemort had not harmed him.

"I know you are acting as an informant for Dumbledore, but I don't care. I know my reputation. It's normal for you to be wary.

Actually, I didn’t have high hopes, especially after seeing so many levels that Dumbledore had laid out. I knew that this was a trap set by Dumbledore for me.

He has always been so arrogant, ever since he first met me.

If I am the visible Dark Lord of the wizarding world, then Dumbledore is the invisible White Lord that envelopes the entire wizarding world.

You don’t have to deny it, neither I nor the people at the Ministry of Magic think so.

Even when I was at the height of my power, they imagined that I could overthrow him.

Gretel, come with me, I am better suited to teach you than Dumbledore.

I can make you as great a wizard as I have ever been.

Come with me and everything I have will be yours.

The entire magical world will tremble beneath your feet. "

Voldemort's expression was frantic, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes.

Gretel really couldn't figure out what attracted Voldemort to him, and why he was worth taking such a big risk and going to the tower to abduct him while escaping.

If it weren't for the fear of igniting this powder keg that obviously restrained him, Grete would really want to ask his questions.

What is it about me that attracts you? Can’t I change it?

I don’t know if it was Gretel’s hesitation that made this remnant soul feel deceived, and impatience finally began to appear in his eyes.

The people at Hogwarts are still saving their savior even now.

But it won't be long before the entire Hogwarts will be investigated, and he really doesn't have much time.

There was no more time for Gretel to think about it.

Realizing this, Voldemort finally decided to use violence.

"Imperio," the light of the Imperius Curse emitted from his fingers and shot straight to Gretel's head.

Voldemort's eyes were full of expectation. He was looking forward to snatching such a genius from Hogwarts and from Dumbledore's hands.

As long as the Imperius Curse is in effect, he can take Gretel away without any scruples.

As for the future, he believed that people like Gretel would eventually convince him to become a good student of his.

What Voldemort couldn't figure out was that his Imperius Curse was actually blocked by a magic shield that suddenly appeared when he was approaching Gretel.

"Professor, you don't have to be like this. I don't care what other people call you the Dark Lord.

No matter how cruel you are to others, you haven't hurt me, right? "

Grete's eyes were full of calmness, not even affected by Voldemort's sudden release of the Imperius Curse.

"I thank you for imparting your knowledge to me selflessly, but it is really bad that you intend to take me away by force like this, and it will greatly reduce your impression."

Ever since Dumbledore told him, Voldemort had awakened, but had not chosen to appear in front of him again.

He has been wearing the school badge given to him by Professor McGonagall.

Even when sleeping, he would deliberately take off the school badge from his coat and wear it solemnly on his chest.

Even while taking a shower, Gretel did not give up holding the school badge in his hand, just to guard against such a sudden attack.

"Professor, this school badge can last for at least five minutes, if you are not willing to use the death curse on me.

According to Professor Flitwick, except for the Death Curse, it is impossible for other black magic to break through this magic shield within five minutes. "

It is impossible to say that Gretel is not afraid of Voldemort's death curse.

Even for his Utopia, it is only theoretically possible to resist the big melons, and he still needs to make Utopia to the top.

This instant death curse comes from the wizard's will, just like the transfiguration spell, and it doesn't make sense at all.

He was betting that Voldemort would not do this. At least judging from the attitude of the two of them getting along, Voldemort admired him extremely.

"Also, the moment this spell is triggered within the scope of Hogwarts, the caster bound to the school badge will be notified immediately.

If Professor McGonagall didn't lie to me, they should be rushing here now. "

Voldemort smiled, and at this moment, he even suppressed the madness caused by tearing his soul too many times.

"You are indeed very confident. I will not cast a death curse on you. However, Gretel, believe me, you cannot escape. You will definitely become my student."

In Gretel's disbelieving eyes, Voldemort turned into a mixture of steam and shadow again.

He easily squeezed into the magic shield that Professor Flitwick was patting his chest on.

"Although I can't take you with me to teach me now, you don't want to be idle either."

Gretel watched with his own eyes as Voldemort tore off a bunch of edges from his vapor mixture and slapped him on the head.

He only had time to lean to the side, and the gray mist hit his neck.

The moment before losing consciousness, Gretel saw Voldemort passing through the window of the tower with a happy face and flying into the distant night.

He only had time to take a breath before falling into darkness.

The third update is here. Good night, all book lovers, and thank you for your recommendation votes.

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Voldemort (akimbo): Dumbledore, look, my students must be more powerful than yours.

Dumbledore: Tom, don't forget, he was a student at Hogwarts first, and then you came into contact with him. Sooner or later, you will be your brother.

Voldemort: But his body has been engraved with my marks. What else does Hogwarts have besides a diploma? You're a hundred years old

Dumbledore: You are also an old man in your sixties. Do you still think you are young?

The two of them had a verbal spat.

Gretel (rubbing his neck vigorously): Professor, please make it clear. What you are giving me is knowledge, not nonsense. If you continue to talk nonsense, I will eat it.