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

Harry's brain felt like it was burned out, and he felt like everything today was like a dream.

First, he and Cedric tied for first place, and were teleported to the small cemetery while holding the cup together.

Witnessed the gathering of Death Eaters, witnessed Cedric's death, and was forced to become the material for Voldemort's resurrection.

After surviving life and death, he came back with his life, and before he could grieve, he saw Cedric's resurrection.

Just as he was about to be happy, he unexpectedly saw Gretel flying up and announcing his withdrawal from Hogwarts.

All of this happened so intensively that Harry felt as if his little head was about to burn.

But it wasn't just Harry who didn't understand, everyone present couldn't understand what happened today.

Dumbledore's frown never relaxed, and at first Harry thought Dumbledore was worried about him.

Taking in the expressions of the people around him, Harry suddenly became confused. What happened at the scene after he was taken away by the portkey?

Why did Snape, who was always cold and unwilling to show any unnecessary expression, look so sad.

Until the fluttering flyers were sprinkled on everyone.

Only then did someone spit out the breath that had been in their throats for a long time, as if they were just waking up from a dream.

If there was anyone present who reacted the fastest, it was undoubtedly the crazy girl Luna. She didn't even wait for the flyer to fall to the ground.

When he stood up, he put his fingers to the leaflets that had fallen down and started reading them impatiently.

After reading through it quickly, she lowered her arms and looked at the distant night sky.

She seemed to understand now why Gretel said, 'Luna, in this world, some people have to do it, just like Harry has to defeat the mysterious man, so do we, we also have ourselves. Something that must be done.

You are a very spiritual girl. Maybe one day in the future, we can become partners.

But not now. Your attitude towards life is completely different from that of our group.

If one day in the future you are no longer so detached and can personally feel the most depressing feelings of wizards, I will open the door to welcome you. ’

To be honest, she didn't think there was anything wrong with the wizard's life. She had never seen so many weird things.

Even if she learns something new every day, she may not be able to fully understand it when she is old and frail, not to mention that she can study many things without sleep for several days.

She didn't think there was anything depressing about the life of wizards, but she could feel that when Gretel said these words, he was sincere and did not deceive her in the slightest.

So, when the professors stood up and asked everyone to hand in the flyer that Penello dropped, Luna rolled up the flyer and hid it in her long, fluffy and messy pale blond hair.

Dumbledore also saw the contents of the flyer, and vaguely, he seemed to see a towering hand that was about to squeeze the magical world tightly in its hands.

However, the most important thing now is not the dawn of Gretel, but the return of Voldemort with Harry's blood.

For a moment, Dumbledore felt that he was really old, and he didn't know how to deal with these problems.

Fortunately, Harry's feverish little head finally woke up from the downtime, and he felt the pain coming from his head again.

Ever since he saw Voldemort, he felt a sharp pain that never subsided.

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"Headmaster Dumbledore, Voldemort is resurrected."

Harry suppressed the groan of pain that was about to escape his lips, and pulled Dumbledore to speak.

"Good boy, we already know. You should rest first. We will send you to the infirmary right away."

Moody squeezed over, half-carrying and half-dragging Harry from the old and thin headmaster.

"Dumbledore, I'll take him to the infirmary."

Seeing Professor Moody's anxious face, Harry, who was so miserable that he was about to lose consciousness, forced a smile: "Professor, I'm fine, I just feel a little sleepy..."

After experiencing so many things in one night and being injured all over again, Harry felt really tired when he saw familiar people surrounding him and speaking out words of concern one by one.

Moody took Harry and squeezed through the crowd, walked through the grass, the lake, and returned to the castle.

"I sent you to him, you poor kid, you have no chance to defeat him, ha, even if you escape and come back, I will defeat you on his behalf.

I want him to know that I am the most loyal, I can take any risk for him, and now, I want to kill you for him.

I will be the most favored of all Death Eaters, I will be his favorite and closest supporter...even more than his son..."

Moody raised his wand, his madness threatening to burst from his good eye.

Just when he was about to recite the spell, a dazzling red light came in, mixed with the sound of the door breaking, and the entire office door fell into pieces.

Moody is knocked unconscious by Dumbledore.

Harry was pleasantly surprised to see Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Snape hurriedly appearing in his field of vision.

"Severus, get out your most powerful Veritaserum, we need to know the truth."

Harry was in pain, but Dumbledore said that he needed to know the truth and the causes and consequences of this matter.

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While Harry endured the pain and waited for the truth, Gretel had already led dozens of people away from Hogwarts.

"Let's land near here. Someone will pick us up later."

When it touched the ground, Cedric's feet went weak, but luckily Gretel caught him in time.

He quietly used magic power to explore it, raised his head and said to the concerned people.

"No problem. Mr. Cedric may have been a little too stimulated, and his limbs are now a little weak."

Cedric patted his legs sheepishly and stood up straight.

When he raised his head, Penello gave him a mobile phone.

"Mr. Cedric, your parents, please have a few words to reassure them."

When Grete walked onto the podium, Penelo squeezed in next to Cedric's parents.

She was afraid that something might happen to the couple because they saw Cedric's 'death'.

When Cedric fell, Cedric's mother fainted immediately.

Fortunately, Penello fed her a bottle of calming potion in time.

"Thank you, Penello."

Cedric picked up the phone and looked at his parents with trembling lips on the screen.

"Okay, as long as you're alive!"

Mr. Amos Diggory's eyes were red, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Seeing the sad looks of his parents, Cedric's tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

He didn't chat with his parents for too long. When two big lights lit up with a rumble in the sky in the distance, he hung up the phone first and walked back.

"Don't you go back and take a look?" Gretel stared at the sky and said, "Such a big thing happened. If you don't go back today, you don't know when you can go home next time."

Cedric stretched his body freely and easily, causing his muscles and bones to crackle. "Today is our first action at Dawn. How could we miss it like this?"

The rumbling sound got closer and closer, and the two headlights that looked like the eyes of a giant dragon dimmed when they got closer.

What appeared in front of everyone was a bus that looked like a tourist bus. Upon closer inspection, it was somewhat similar to the British Public Transport Knight Bus.

However, compared to the Knight Bus, this car obviously looks a lot brand new, and the color has been changed from bright purple to a more simple blue-gray.

However, the starry sky bottom embellished on the body adds a bit of luxury to it.

Judging from Penello's surprised look, this appearance probably has nothing to do with the starry sky ceiling in the Ravenclaw common room.

Just when this group of people were still wondering why a car appeared here.

Seni Dilgo leaned out of the car window and said, "Hi, everyone, do you want to come and experience the service of Seni?"

The day Harry's name popped up on the Goblet of Fire list, Seni took out the organization's property from Gringotts in batches under Gretel's notification.

During this period, in addition to developing members, this airbus for the organization's use was also built under Grete's instruction.

From England to Moldova, a distance of more than a thousand kilometers, not everyone has the magic power to fly all the way there.

If the news leaks out and another battle breaks out midway, at least a few of them will be arrested.

It's different with a bus. The use of magical creations doesn't require the user's magic power.

Except for those who drive, who have to expend some energy, others can just close their eyes and relax without affecting their own strength at all.

In other words, when they arrived in Moldova, they did not need to rest at all to launch a sneak attack on the Ministry of Magic of Moldova.

Rebellion cannot be delayed. Soldiers need speed, and the sooner the better.

According to Gretel's estimation, by noon on the second day at most, the entire European wizarding world would know about the big event that happened at Hogwarts tonight.

According to Fudge, this guy was afraid that Dumbledore would take away his position as Minister of Magic.

He will definitely spare no effort to promote Grete.

After all, Dawn, a nascent organization, was perfect for helping him divert public suspicion.

As long as he didn't see the news of Voldemort's resurrection, he would press the news tightly.

By the way, when promoting Dawn, you can also slightly damage Dumbledore's reputation.

A group of students who had worked so hard to train rebelled against the incompetent principal at the Triwizard Tournament. Out of grief and anger, they dropped out of school. What great news.

Fudge believed that when the news spread, the ministerial throne that he had always felt was crumbling under his butt would be completely stable.

In his opinion, being able to use Dawn, a scabies disease, to cover up Voldemort's resurrection, a disease of elbows and armpits, is undoubtedly a profitable business.

When Grete and his party boarded the Seney, Connery Fudge, who was immersed in sleep, was woken up by a phone call from his loyal subordinate.

Fudge never gave up his peek at the White Devil squatting in Hogwarts. He had been waiting for the day when the White Devil would die or be ruined.

Gretel's departure and the emergence of Dawn gave Fudge a handy 'sharp blade'.

Fudge can think of public opinion, and Grete will certainly not forget that Seni has been preparing for the birth of Dawn for a whole year.

Countless gold galleons were sprinkled in the hands of countless officials from the Ministry of Magic. They did not need this group of people to help Dawn charge, they only needed to beautify the situation in Fudge's ears at the right time.

For example, today, Connery Fudge received news from his subordinates. It was not that he did not see the ambition in the Dawn flyer.

But his confidants said, "This is a group of new young people who are unwilling to join Dumbledore's trap. We don't need to kill them all. Or, it's not known that they can be used by the minister when the time is right." ’

After much thought, Connery Fudge gave cryptic instructions to Rita Skeeter, the Daily Prophet's leading reporter.

You can properly transfer the ink to Dumbledore, and don't treat those students who dare to resist the principal's authority harshly in the article.

This coincided with Rita Skeeter's original plan.

Not long ago, she received an anonymous letter, which asked her to brag about Dawn. Along with the anonymous letter, there was a large package of glittering gold galleons.

Originally, she was worried that bragging about such an organization she had never heard of would get her into a lawsuit.

Now that she has the minister's order, she can relax.

Under the late night light, I was immersed in writing the manuscript "The warriors who dare to challenge the White Devil come from Hogwarts, and their name is 'Dawn'."

The glittering gold galleons that were about to pile up into a hill not far away made her thoughts flow like a spring and her writing felt like a spirit.

Even before dawn, an article that could take up an entire page of the newspaper was written in one swipe and sent to the minister's office under the cover of darkness.

Rita is a woman who is truly gifted with the talent to create rumors and exaggerate.

Even if she only heard a few words, she could use hundreds or even thousands of words to brainstorm a conspiracy story with ups and downs.

In the story, Dumbledore is the White Devil who peeks at power, and Dawn is a group of warriors who uncover the true face of the principal.

In order to satisfy the funder, while analyzing this matter, she did not forget to write a special book about Shuguang, an organization that had not yet been launched.

So much so that when the article was sent to the Ministry of Magic, Fudge almost slapped it back.

Thanks to the galleons generously sent by Grete and the others, and the whispers of his confidants, this article successfully appeared in the Daily Prophet's printing room.

"Minister, I think Miss Rita's article was very good. If she really focused all her words on the white devil, what if he got angry and broke out?

This is fine now. As long as we keep praising Dawn and these students who resisted the principal, the White Devil will be brought down from the altar naturally. What do you think? "

Connery Fudge was really afraid of Dumbledore, not only because of his strength, but also because he was afraid that he would steal his position.

After thinking about the idea of ​​​​his confidants for a while, he decisively approved Rita Skeeter's article.

However, he didn't notice that when his confidant left the office, he exchanged glances with Rita Skeeter and pinched his increasingly full wallet.

On June 25, when the Daily Prophet finished printing its latest newspaper, Dawn's Seni touched the border with Moldova.

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