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

The next day.

Grete received a message on her phone that had no beginning or end.

"I have something to do, so I won't go."

The recipient of the letter was identified as Seny Dilgo.

Seny Dilgo is a graduate of Ravenclaw this year and the leader of the three generals sent by Gretel to Diagon Alley.

In the Diagon Alley main store, Seney has the final say on all matters except personnel appointments and dismissals.

Among the three graduates, Seni Dilgo is not the most outstanding, but when it comes to character, he is undoubtedly the most stable person.

After one semester, Seni relied on his sophisticated worldly skills and became the undisputed leader of the Thirteen Ravenclaws.

Everyone thinks he is mature, stable and trustworthy.

At the last gathering before leaving school during the holidays, Grete announced his appointment in front of everyone, and everyone sent them their blessings.

In order to facilitate the three graduates to take up their posts directly after the final wizard examination.

Gretel made an appointment with Seni before the holiday began, and on the second day of the holiday, they would go to Diagon Alley to select a location for the store.

According to Seni's usually steady persona, he would record every little thing that happened every day in detail.

How could he send such a message back when it was such a big deal to choose a location?

Grete felt something was wrong, so he turned around and called Penello to make a video call.

The moment Penello connected, Grete saw a big, unsmiling face squeeze in.

"Is this this thing called a mobile phone that you guys are tinkering with? It looks very interesting."

"Hello, Mr. Crevat, my name is Mike Grete. I didn't expect that the first meeting would be through this method. I'm really sorry. I will definitely visit you when I have the opportunity in the future.

Please give your phone to Penello, I have something very important to see her. "

When Penello heard this, he took the phone back and pushed Oneg Krivat out of his room.

Grete heard Onegge keep mumbling before being pushed out: "My daughter has grown up and has a little secret behind her father's back..."

Gretel didn't hear the rest of the words, but Penello's ears turned red for some reason.

"Penello, did you receive Seni Dilgo's text message?"

As the second-in-command of Gretel's team, the team members will give Penello a carbon copy when reporting anything to Gretel.

"No." Penello checked it again, "Did you forget it?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she immediately denied her idea.

"Mr. Dilgo is not such a careless person, so what message did he send you?"

Grete frowned, "It's over, something might have happened to Seni.

We had made an appointment to go to Diagon Alley today to select a location for the store. He just sent me a message saying that he had something to do and wouldn't go.

He didn't say anything, and the entire text message had no beginning or end. "

Penelo thought for a while, "Indeed, Mr. Seni Dilgo is not such a person. No matter what happens, he will at least explain the reason. Even if it is inconvenient to disclose the matter, he will also explain the reason.

Judging from this, your estimate should be correct, he must be in danger. "

Grete was very lucky at this time. Fortunately, in order to let the team members be more intuitively familiar with their products, Grete let everyone take away one while stocking up.

“By the way, Penelo, you must never call Seni.

We don't know what situation he encountered, so if we call rashly, we may harm him.

You can contact other people later to see if they know the situation.

And don’t forget to ask them not to contact Seni privately. As for the rest of the matter, you will wait for my notification. "

Through the positioning spell built into the phone, Gretel found the current location of Seni Dilgo.

Saini is not British, his nationality is Austrian.

Ordinarily, he should go to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and his grandparents also had high hopes for him.

When he was a child, he heard his grandparents say more than once that Durmstrang was the best magic school in Europe, and they hoped that he could become a great wizard there.

Who knew that his parents, who also graduated from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, insisted that he go to Hogwarts to study.

Hogwarts generally does not recruit students from across the country, so in order for Saini to get the admission notice to Hogwarts.

Before Seni was born, Dilgo and his wife settled in England with little Seni who was still in the womb.

He goes back to Austria to visit his grandparents every year during the holidays.

Seni's grandparents lived in a mountain town in Austria, more than 1,200 kilometers away from London.

The fastest way to travel such a long distance is a portkey.

But if you want to use a portkey, the first problem is that you need authorization from the Ministry of Magic.

But without a reasonable request, the Ministry of Magic will not approve his application at all.

Besides, even if his application can be approved, based on the speed at which the Ministry of Magic usually handles problems, it will take at least a week before a receipt is given to him.

If Seni really encountered any danger.

A week later, Seni was already extremely cold. He might just be able to catch up with the first seven.

Of course, it was not Gretel's style to sit still and wait for death. Enduring great discomfort, Gretel stood on the roadside and raised his wand.

The familiar bright purple bus appeared in front of Gretel with a crash.

“Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress.

Just stick out your wand and get in the car and we'll take you wherever you want to go. …”

Before Stan Sampac's self-introduction was over, Gretel had already walked straight to the car.

"Mr. Samparker, how much does it cost to go to Austria?"

Grete opened her wallet, revealing the shining gold Galleons inside.

Stan Sandipak gasped, to be honest, he had never seen anyone so wealthy choose to ride on their Knight Bus.

After all, the experience of riding the Knight Bus is really not very good. Unless they are really poor or have other unspeakable secrets, no one will choose them.

"Sorry, sir, the Knight Bus does not have cross-border services. If you need to go to Hungary, I suggest you apply for a direct portkey to Hungary from the Ministry of Magic."

"What if I charter a car?" Gretel made a small mountain of gold galleons on the chair next to him.

Grete noticed that Stan Sampac's Adam's apple moved up and down several times before he struggled to speak, his voice a little dry.

"The Knight Bus really doesn't have the ability to go into the water. If you are in a hurry, I can personally lend you a broomstick. You only need to give me, three hundred, emm ~ one hundred gold galleons.

For one hundred gold galleons, this magical broom, my favorite, is yours. "

Gretel looked at this broom, which was probably older than the antiques in Hogwarts flying lessons, and couldn't help feeling worried.

This broom, with its head almost falling off, is really better called a magic stick than a broom.

Also, can it really fly?

It will not fall apart immediately after flying in the air, and then it will take its owner to experience the thrill of free fall.

"Forget it, just send me to the Port of London. I'll take the ferry there. How much does it cost?"

Gretel took back the money on the chair in Sampac's disappointed eyes.

"Maekei, it costs one gold galleung to get to the port."

Gretel gave him five galleons and declined the snack package provided by Sampac. He only asked him to speak to the driver as soon as possible.

——

“Thank you for your generosity and welcome you next time you ride the Knight Bus.”

Sampac leaned forward to say a warm farewell to his generous guest.

Grete staggered, and it took a while to suppress the turmoil in his stomach.

Grete is no stranger to the Port of London. When he was still a little boy, he relied on his cuteness to sell flowers here to save his tuition fees for future schooling.

Of course, all this was done without telling Mrs. Swann.

The flowers he received for one shilling could earn two shillings if he sold them to the ladies around these gentlemen.

Sometimes when I meet a generous lady, I will give him pounds directly as a sweet tip.

In those years, whenever the welfare home was about to run out of food or someone was sick, Gretel would wrap his savings in envelopes and throw them into the yard.

This behavior has solved Mrs. Swann's urgent needs many times, but he has never been exposed.

Every year during Thanksgiving, Mrs. Swan would lead a group of big and small people to pray for unknown well-wishers.

——

"Captain Derek, are you going to the other side now?"

Grete enthusiastically approached a shirtless, strong old man.

He met Derek when he was working for a living in London Port. There would be a few rubbish targeting Gretel who had just made a lot of money.

They followed him quietly into an alley.

To be honest, even if Derek hadn't appeared at that time, Gretel would not have suffered a loss, as those broken bottles flying from the corners could prove.

However, Derek's appearance prevented Gretel from being stained with blood and successfully saved the lives of those trash.

"You scum, scum, and bedbugs of society, if you let me see you doing anything to this child again, just wait until I sink you to the bottom of the sea.

If you don't believe me, just ask around. In London Port, I, Derek, do what I say. "

——

Derek took out the pipe from his waist and took a few puffs.

"Little bastard Gretel, I heard from Swann that you went to school in another place. What, you were expelled from school?

I said, you little bastard, you won't be able to stay in school for long, so you should come back and learn to sail with me. "

Gretel slapped his forehead. This strange old man didn't know what he liked about him. From the day he saved him, he never tired of fooling him.

He had always wanted Gretel to be his apprentice so that he could inherit his mantle and continue to gallop around the English Channel.

"Then you are overthinking. Well, okay, this is no longer a holiday. I want to come to the dock to see you."

"Hey, you little bastard, you come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. You must be begging me for something. Tell me what you have to say. Don't make any detours with me, old man."

Gretel chuckled, and approached Derek enthusiastically to give Derek a pat on the back.

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Uncle Derek. I have something urgent and need to go to the other side. The ferry is really too slow."

Derek glanced at him and twisted to the right, "That's it, you kid. Wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll get those lazy guys back, and we'll go to sea right now."

Gretel scratched Derek's left shoulder blade in an interesting way.

——

Derek is famous in the Port of London, firstly because of his iron-like body that is naturally capable of fighting, and secondly because of his magical ship-controlling skills.

In the Port of London, whether you are sending someone off or delivering goods, as long as you are in a hurry, the first thing that comes to mind is Derek. His ship is famously fast.

The ferry across the channel takes about one and a half to two hours.

Derek's boat only lasted an hour at most. According to him, when he was young, he had crossed the strait in thirty minutes by taking advantage of the undercurrent.

"Little Gretel, be safe."

As soon as Gretel jumped ashore, Old Man Derek's powerful voice came from behind.

Following the sound, there was also a small oil paper bag.

"Hold it to defend yourself."

Who knows what this weird old man thinks, he never regards Gretel as a seedling in the greenhouse.

After getting acquainted with Gretel, he took Gretel on adventures at sea more than once, and he didn't care even if he was complained by Mrs. Swann many times.

——

Derek landed at the border of Belgium and France.

Now that he is far away from Great Britain, Gretel no longer worries that the British Ministry of Magic will track the magical fluctuations in his body.

Finding a place where no one was around, Gretel flew straight up.

This was also the reason why he rejected Stansampak's flying broom. Compared with that old broom, Gretel felt that his flying speed was faster.

After flying all the way and correcting the direction according to the positioning spell on Seni's mobile phone, Grete finally flew to this small town called Godot in the afternoon.

Rather than saying that this is a small town, it is better to say that this is like a small town.

Grete looked down from the air and found that the layout of the town was strange, like a hollow ring.

But when I stared at it, I saw nothing.

To avoid being noticed, Grete dropped off far away from the town.

After landing on the ground, Gretel realized that this town looked strange in more than just the air.

In a normal small town, no matter how sparsely populated it is, the roads in and out of the village will always be repaired on a daily basis.

But in this small town, let alone repairs, Grete didn't even see such a thing as a road.

Weeds and bushes were overgrown, and the woods next to the town were full of thorns.

If he hadn't flown into the air again and observed people moving in the town, Gretel would have even thought that what he just saw was just his hallucination.

Walking to the edge of the town, Grete was surprised to find that it was not that there was no way out of the village, but that there was no door out of the village at all.

That wall has completely isolated the entire town from the outside world. Naturally, there is no need for such things as roads.

But looking at the positioning spell, Seni's position is indeed fixed here.

There was no other way, so Gretel had no choice but to cast a disillusionment spell on himself and quietly climbed onto the city wall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went up, an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared and greeted him with a smile.

Thanks to book friends Meimei Maoer, Blank (the author can’t type the characters), and Civilization Observer for their monthly support. Thank you for your support.

PS: Can anyone guess who the town of Gordo is related to?