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

"Guests from the outside are welcome. Our Godot has not had guests for a long time."

The old man didn't mind Grete's doubtful eyes at all, he just smiled at Grete blindly.

"Don't worry, we don't have any malicious intentions, we just want to invite guests to be our guests."

Now that he had been discovered, there was no need for Gretel to hide, and he generously lifted the phantom spell on his body.

Mainly because there were a bunch of elderly wizards not far away, either male or female, all holding their wands and looking at Gretel warily, as if they were afraid that he would get angry and hurt someone.

Seeing Gretel put down his wand, these elderly people also had kind smiles on their faces.

Ordinarily, in such a weird town, if you see outsiders entering, or outsiders wearing the Illusion Charm, you shouldn't be treated well.

However, Grete felt an extremely strange friendliness, or welcome, from this group of people.

The old man with the levitating charm beside him spoke.

"Mr. Mike Grete, I am Vladimir Dilgo, Seni's grandfather. On behalf of the entire town of Gordo, I welcome you."

At the same time, Grete saw a blond but rather fashionable-looking old lady not far away, and she gently raised her wand.

The soil next to the city wall was gathered together and shaped into a staircase leading down the city wall.

A circle around the stairs, bright red, lavender, bright yellow...

Flowers of all colors exude their fragrance wantonly.

Gretel felt more and more strange. He fantasized that coming here to find Seni might make things difficult for him, or he might even be in danger.

In any case, he never expected to encounter such a warm welcome.

The white-haired old man in front of him who calls himself Vladimir Dilgo, if you look carefully, you can indeed see similarities in appearance, such as the forehead that is much wider than ordinary people.

Apparently it runs in the family.

Grete has always suspected that his chief general, Seni, would turn into a light bulb when he gets older, but now there is no need to doubt it.

His grandfather's discerning forehead had already helped Gretel clear up his doubts.

No wonder Seni buys a lot of Potter's shampoo every month, which is a huge expense.

However, Gretel felt that if he washed his hair less frequently, he might be able to keep his hair for a few more years.

Vladimir landed on the steps, gave a friendly chest-stroking salute, and then spread his right hand to invite Gretel to walk down the city wall together.

…

Next to the city wall is Titanic's leather shop, and further ahead is Madame Daphne's ready-made clothing store.

Mr. Dolson's craftsmanship is the well-deserved number one in the town of Gordo. His restaurant is located on the busiest commercial street in the town.

Mrs. Kellyn runs the only tavern in Gordo Town. No one can compare with her in making wine or bartending.

Along the way, Vladimir enthusiastically introduced every store he passed to Grete.

Whenever Grete passed by these shops surrounded by these old men and women, the owners of the shops would 'happen' to go out.

After sizing up Gretel, he returned to the store with a smile.

Some enthusiastic ones would even come to the front of the team and stuff Gretel with some small gifts, without even giving him a chance to refuse.

The only person who was politely rejected by Gretel was Mrs. Kellyn, known as the Queen of Drinks in Godot Town.

Although she said that the starry sky-like cocktail she served was a special concoction that was basically non-alcoholic.

But Grete knew how drunk he was, so before confirming Seni's current situation, he had to leave the bar of Mrs. Kellyn who looked quite disappointed with an embarrassed look.

Finally, Vladimir Dilgo came up to her and whispered something. Then she looked at Gretel with understanding and drank the wine in her hand.

The further he walked, the more confused Grete felt. He remembered that he was here to save Seni, but now he seemed to be being dragged along by the Sunset Red Tour Group.

More than once he started a conversation and tried to ask Seni's grandfather about Seni's current situation.

However, this old man, who seems to be as reliable as Saini, is more cunning than Saini. As long as Gretel raises other questions, he will get an immediate reply.

But when it came to Saney, he started to play deaf and looked like he didn't deserve a beating, just like a drunken old bastard making jokes in the Port of London.

The other people in the team also pretended to be old-eyed, stuttering and deaf at the right time.

Some people beat their chests and cough, while others bend over and beat their backs.

You know, along the way, when you encounter a store you like.

Not to mention 100-meter flying people, this group of people can at least be considered as fast as flying. Their flying appearance is much more energetic than today's young people.

Grete swore that if it weren't for the fact that Vladimir was Seni's grandfather, Grete would definitely let him have a taste of what it means to be a genius boy's iron fist.

"Don't worry, Seni is my biological grandson. I will never harm him no matter what. I promise, he is very safe now. When he comes out, I will let him go back with you."

There was no other way, so Grete had no choice but to accept his fate and follow these grandparents and continue the sunset red journey.

Besides, he didn't think he could escape from this group of seemingly powerless old men.

After all, it can be inferred from the scars exposed on the old men who fell at the end of the team.

They were all elites when they were young, and they were veterans who had gone through hundreds of battles.

Unknowingly, Gretel, led by Vladimir, walked to the center of the town.

That hollow ring looked strange to him in the air.

Now that he was able to get closer, Gretel was keenly aware of the fluctuations in magic.

It seems that the hollow shape of this town is not a special design, but uses magic to hide certain things.

Grete, who had asked various questions along the way, became strangely silent at this time.

Secrets have always meant trouble, and he couldn't arouse the slightest interest in knowing about something that seemed to be top secret.

Vladimir, a talkative old man, also fell strangely silent.

The same goes for the people following behind, all with serious expressions, looking up at the nothingness in front of them.

Gretel could feel a special atmosphere lingering around them. It was unclear whether it was loss or disappointment.

This situation did not last long, just more than ten seconds.

Seni's grandfather always liked to introduce every plant and tree in the town to Gretel, even the saplings that had just sprouted, all had their own names in his mouth.

At this time, he deliberately bypassed this place and dragged Gretel away from the central square.

"The hotel in the town is just ahead. You are the first guest here. Don't worry, we have cleaned this place very clean. You will definitely like it."

Vladimir is like an old kid, showing off in his words.

The old man and old lady behind him also eagerly followed, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Yes, Grete, you must take a closer look. We have put a lot of thought into it. When the time comes, you can choose the design that you like best."

Without looking back, Grete could feel the tit-for-tat anger permeating this group of people.

Thanks to the book friends for their monthly support from me to create the boss, thank you from the author.

small theater

Seni Dilgo: Chief, I was really touched when I heard that you came to save me, Seni.

Gretel (raising the glass of wine): Old man Vladimir, who said I can’t drink? I’m a banished person in the wine industry. Come on, come on, after this drink, there are three more...

Vladimir:…

Kailin: So you didn’t make it up when you said he was drunk. By the way, Dolson, are you sure you used cooking wine for cooking today? Why do I remember that you just bought a bottle of brandy from me yesterday?

Dolson (scratching his head in embarrassment): Sorry, that batch of cooking wine has been used up.

You know, the ancient Eastern countries prohibit wizards from other countries from entering their territory.

Next time the Kunlun Trade Fair opens, I will have a chance to restock.

PS: There will be no domestic plot involved.