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

On the third Saturday in September, Gretel was freed.

The new victim used his own life to help Gretel wash away his injustice.

The victim's name was Ornburner, a first-year Ravenclaw student and a mixed-race little wizard.

When he heard this name, Gretel was stunned.

He remembered this little boy and the adoring eyes hidden behind his glasses.

In the first week of school, whenever Gretel shows up in the common room.

He would come up with his face flushed and excitedly ask Grete, who was the number one in his age group, for advice on the problems he encountered during self-study.

Gretel still remembers that when he received the third-class Order of Merlin, Mr. Bernard shouted hooray and jumped up from his stool in excitement.

Gretel remembers him well, not just because of his admiration for himself.

It's even more because of Ornbner's foresight and his clear understanding of the wizard's future crisis.

At the age of eleven, he can see the truth about the decline of wizards, and is determined to rely on his own efforts to carve out a bright future for wizards in the future.

What kind of like-minded people this is.

Gretel was delighted and thought of absorbing Aoun into his team after Aoun had studied for a few more years.

Who would have thought that after just one week of confinement, they would hear the news of his death.

Ornburne's body was discovered by the Fat Friar, a Hufflepuff ghost.

This poor ghost, whose mournful cries attracted the others.

When they arrived, they saw the fat monk stretching out his hand over and over again, trying to take Mr. Bernard's body into his arms.

However, he was just a disembodied ghost. He could only cover his face and cry helplessly.

If the kind-hearted Sir Nick hadn't forcefully pulled him away, he would have cried himself until he disappeared.

Poor Orn Bernard, because his life force was sucked out, his originally clear eyes became cloudy.

He shrank into a small ball, and his withered appearance frightened many wizards.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward to take a look and pushed up her glasses.

"He must have seen who did it.

Even though he was distorted like this, he could still tell the shock on his face. The identity of that person must have been beyond his expectation.

Dumbledore, we can't wait any longer, we must enforce martial law and find the murderer as soon as possible. "

Before the pensive headmaster could reply, Flitwick's furious voice burst out.

"Albus Dumbledore, you said you would protect all students, and now it's happened twice, twice."

Professor Flitwick's outstretched fingers were trembling.

“This past school year has put all students at risk.

If it hadn't been for that person's target being the Sorcerer's Stone, Harry Potter and McGarrett would have been the only ones attacked.

This school year, something like this happened again. The magic circle you mentioned is foolproof.

They have a second life. I have already proposed that all the little wizards go home first and then let them come back after we resolve the matter.

I know that if this matter is leaked, it may affect the admissions of Hogwarts next year.

It might even make you, the principal of Hogwarts, resign.

But so what, as professors, in addition to teaching them knowledge, we also need to protect their safety.

What about you, what about your actions? "

Professor Flitwick had rarely been so angry.

But just look at Ornbner's dull, cloudy eyes.

Anger will surge like an unstoppable wave.

As Gretel leaves the greenhouse, an unwelcome guest visits the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Lucius Malfoy, and the Executor from the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic.

"Principal Dumbledore, because of your negligence, two murders occurred in Hogwarts.

To this end, you need to make a petition to the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, on behalf of the Hogwarts School Board, I will temporarily remove you from your position as Headmaster. "

Lucius Malfoy's gray-blue eyes were filled with coldness as he raised his chin slightly and said.

Dumbledore squeezed the Elder Wand heavily with his hand under the table and stood up dejectedly.

Then he walked up to Lucius who held his head high.

"Lucius, you'd better not mess around in Hogwarts. I'll keep an eye on this place."

Dumbledore's sudden burst of magic pushed everyone out of his office.

"As long as I am not officially dismissed from my duties, I will remain the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Unrelated personnel are not allowed to enter the principal's room without permission. "

Dumbledore walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back. Before he left, he wanted to explain something to the professors.

The Auror from the Ministry of Magic said nothing, but followed him with an honest face.

Lucius was left standing in front of the closed door of the principal's office, with a mixture of blue and red on his face.

——

I don’t know who broke the news, but the school board sent someone to drive Dumbledore away.

So, as the representative of the school board, Lucius Malfoy was miserable.

No matter where he goes, he can hear the blurts of the little wizards he passes by.

The young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy, was not spared and was also angered by everyone because of this incident.

No one except Slytherin welcomed Lucius' arrival.

However, even with this disgusting treatment, Lucius Malfoy still did not choose to quit Hogwarts.

He was like a vulture looking for food, searching the castle over and over again on the pretext of patrolling Hogwarts.

No one knew what he was looking for.

Because of Dumbledore's instructions, all the professors ignored his behavior and no one stopped him at all.

…

As the caretaker of Hogwarts, Filch was familiar with every detail of Hogwarts.

After Lucius learned about this situation, he decisively came to the door.

He had thought that the caretaker, who had been cared for by Dumbledore for many years, would be kind to him.

But I never thought that Filch's attitude would be surprisingly enthusiastic.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, if you need anything, just ask. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

The haggard Filch had a flattering smile on his face, which was really uncomfortable.

Lucius didn't feel this way.

Compared with the cold looks he received today, at this moment he only felt that Filch's flattery looked so pleasing to the eye.

Of course he knew that this Squib was trying to curry favor with him, because of his identity, he had seen too many such people.

But to him, everything doesn't matter. As long as it is useful in the future, he will not hesitate to leak some sweetness from his fingers to such people.

Lucius raised his pale pointed face, picked up the dark gold cane, and gestured in the air.

"I'm looking for a black leather notebook, or diary, about nine inches long and six inches wide. It looks a little shabby, and has a triangular silver protective sleeve in the corner of the cover."

Filch thought about it for a long time and shook his head under Lucius' expectant eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, I haven't seen it. If you need it, I can help you find it.

You know, after decades of being a Night Watchman, no one knows Hogwarts Castle better than I do.

I know all the hiding places. "

Lucius did not refuse, or in other words, he really needed such a helper.

There are more and more rumors about the return of the Dark Lord. He wants to get the notebook back before the Dark Lord returns.

He already regretted stuffing the notebook into Ginny Weasley's cauldron, ever since he learned that Ginny Weasley had been attacked and her things taken away.

He never had a good night's sleep.

If I had known earlier, I would not have dealt with this batch of dark magic items. Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to conduct a thorough investigation, it would have only cost more Galleons.

So now he has to work hard to get his things back.

If he wasn't worried that the Dark Lord would settle the score in the future, he would really want to give up the search.

However, he didn't notice that Argus Filch, who was walking in front, had a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.