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

There is no need to ride a broom, Feng Xu Yufeng is at ease.

Gretel's long-awaited release belonged to the nature of a child, and he assumed various postures in the air.

Groot, that little Bowtruckle.

From birth to today, it has not even left the ground more than two meters.

When Gretel was writhing in the air, he woke up Groot who was sleeping with his wand.

The little guy carefully raised his head from the grapevines and almost fainted from fright when he looked down.

He quickly squeezed his body into the gap.

But after three months, it was no longer that weak and pitiful look.

The small gap on the wand does not allow it to completely retract itself.

He could only use its twig-like hand to clasp the wand tremblingly, and the hair on his head, which had turned emerald green, could not help but tremble.

For fear of falling, it didn't even dare to let go briefly to communicate with Gretel.

Fortunately, Grete noticed it and silently lowered the flying altitude.

However, this height is still difficult for Groot to accept.

Considering that it had been nurturing the wand tirelessly for three months, Grete rubbed the sprouts as a sign of comfort.

"It's okay. I won't let you fall. Be brave and stick your head out to take a look at the scenery."

The more Gretel comforted him, the more frightened Little Groot became. He even rolled up the buds on his head, trying not to expose any of his body.

Gretel had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and speed up to fly towards Breston where the portkey was.

According to his speed, it would only take an hour to get to Breston from here.

Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and it won’t have back pain anyway, so let the little guy shrink down for now, and then take it to practice its courage later.

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"Fenrir, can you still smell him? It's hard to wait until he travels alone. We have to seize this opportunity."

Because there was no trace of Gretel, Selwyn had no choice but to urge.

"Okay, always straight ahead, he flies in a straight line."

Fenrir had already transformed into a giant wolf, running quickly on all fours.

"Straight line? Wait a minute, let's stop and look at the map." Fenrir stopped and waited for Selwyn to make his next decision.

There was no way around it. As a werewolf, he was naturally not trusted by wizards. He believed that if he was the only one who appeared, the target designated by the Dark Lord would not be captured without mercy.

After all, that's when all adult wizards teach young wizards about werewolves.

The advice that will definitely be given is to never be infected with the werewolf virus. It is something more terrifying than death.

So in order to complete the task assigned by the Dark Lord, and also to obtain the identity of a Death Eater that he dreamed of.

No matter how unhappy he was during this trip, he would have to hold his nose and obey Selwyn's instructions.

"I remember correctly. The only way forward is the town of Braeston. There is a key to London. He must be planning to return to London."

Selwyn took a picture of the map and laughed loudly.

"Let's go, let's apparate directly in front of him and ambush him."

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"Fenrir, the target is coming soon. According to our plan, I will put him to sleep. You must pick him up. If you throw him to death, you know how the master will punish us.

Also, keep your dirty saliva away. If your saliva turns him into a werewolf, you will definitely be skinned by your master. "

Selwyn warned, before ducking under a thick needle pine tree.

Fenrir gave Selwyn a subtle glance, and reluctantly climbed to a tree in the distance.

Gretel never expected that he would fly freely in the sky.

Suddenly the protective spell on the school badge was activated.

Realizing that she was under attack, Gretel immediately cast a Utopia on herself.

Then he planned to land on the ground and look for cover. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, flying in the sky at this time would be a stupid target.

Even the stupid bird knows that the hunter quickly flies away and hides after shooting. How could he not know?

But who told him that he was not yet proficient in the magic of flying? No matter how fast he was, he could not avoid the magic and could only risk landing.

Before he could take a look at the bunker, a burly figure suddenly appeared from a tree ten meters away.

It has sharp teeth, sharp fingers, red eyes, and sticky saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth.

Hey, werewolf.

Gretel uttered a national curse, stopped his falling figure, raised his wand, and pointed it at the approaching werewolf from a distance.

"Avada eats a big melon~"

The green magic spell shot out from the tip of the staff, directly erasing the werewolf who was bent on making meritorious deeds from the world.

Fenrir could not figure out two things until his death. One was how a twelve-year-old wizard could cast the Death Curse so skillfully and be powerful enough to kill a powerful werewolf like himself in one blow.

The second thing is why a Cruciatus Curse was shot from his back, so that he had no strength to avoid the dark green Avada directly in front of him.

Selwyn was originally proud, thinking that as an adult wizard, he would definitely fall into a coma if he fell asleep.

Coupled with the Cruciatus Curse cast on Fenrir, he must have been unable to control his power under the severe pain.

It would definitely scratch Gretel, and with the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, this little wizard would be infected with the werewolf virus no matter what.

Just when he was about to give Fenrir a shot to pieces so that he could take Gretel back.

Report to the Dark Lord that Fenrir suddenly lost control, scratched Gretel, and infected him with a virus.

In order to save people, he had no choice but to eliminate Fenrir.

Unfortunately, before he could break into pieces, he saw the green light representing the Death Curse.

Looking again, the target was not unconscious at all, but easily killed Fenrir who suddenly jumped out.

It's over.

As soon as this thought echoed in his mind, he was about to use phantom to escape.

But Gretel smiled and threw a potion bottle, which was scattered into mist in the air and completely enveloped Selwyn.

It was the hiccup potion that came from Snape.

"Hiccup~hiccup~hiccup~" The continuous hiccups prevented Selwyn from reciting any complete spell.

"Seal the throat, lock the tongue, imprison quickly, and petrify everything..."

Then a series of curses caught Selwyn off guard.

"Why do you think Mr. Newt and Mrs. Tina can trust me to set off alone!"

Selwyn's eyes were full of anger and fear, his whole body stiff and his head buried in a pile of pine needles.

What makes me angry is that a loyal servant who has been with the Dark Lord for several years is not as good as a Mudblood who has only been with him for a few months.

What is frightening is that this Mudblood is so cruel and ruthless, no less cruel than the Dark Lord himself. At the age of twelve, he can release the Killing Curse at the drop of a hat.

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Time goes back to the morning of the month after I came to America.

When Grete woke up and picked up his wand, he felt the attachment of the wand in his hand.

Like an admiring child, and like a snuggle connected by blood.

As if blessed, Gretel used Avada, which was also the legacy left to him by his dear teacher Tom.

Although there was no target for the spell, the spell was not released in the end.

But Gretel was sure that he had finally reached the state that Ollivander said was completely compatible with the wand.

His wand no longer resisted the dark spell he was casting.

Even if the core of the wand is made of unicorn hair.

From that day on, there was finally no obstacle to his development of attack spells.

However, he was still influenced by Professor Voldemort.

At this critical moment of life and death, he subconsciously used the Death Curse.

There is no way, after absorbing the legacy left by Professor Tom, it is equivalent to having decades more experience in curses.

At the critical moment of life and death, how could he hold back? Naturally, he would do it as quickly as possible.

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Gretel: Dr. Scamander, I want to practice my spell. What should I do with Trace?

Newt: Trace? Why should we consider Traces? Do you think the British Ministry of Magic can still control the Americas? How can they be so capable? America? Magical Congress of the United States of America didn't tie any traces on you.

Grete (smiling): I see, my proficiency has improved.

Thanks to Professor Tom Riddle Voldemort for the experience he sent me, I would like to play a song for the professor to send him a happy journey.