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

I don’t know what it feels like for others to be in a coma.

Gretel felt as if he was drowning, and the darkness like the deep sea enveloped his consciousness.

But in this void of darkness, there was something annoying nagging into his ears.

Grete swore that if it weren't for the darkness that sealed his hands and feet, he would have let this nagging guy taste his power.

"Albus, kid, forget it, I just want to ask when do you think little Gretel will wake up."

Professor Flitwick stepped on a chair and leaned forward to observe the unconscious Gretel.

He was a little scared. Who would have thought that the mysterious man would attack a first-year wizard while running for his life.

Dumbledore pushed the frame of the glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose, considered it, "Filius, don't worry, the castle told me that the child's life is not in danger."

Flitwick stood up straight and looked at Dumbledore seriously, "Albus, have you known for a long time that the mysterious man is possessing Quirrell?

I now understand that if we really need to protect the Magic Stone, we can only rely on those few levels that are not too difficult.

So, all you are doing is setting a trap for that person. "

"Yes, I know he sneaked into Hogwarts. I discovered him when I met Quirrell for the second time."

"Then how dare you let him in? There are so many little wizards here. What if he goes on a killing spree? Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

To be honest, Dumbledore had never seen Flitwick so angry. In his impression, Filius Flitwick was always smiling.

"Filius, he is back. We need to find his weakness as soon as possible before he can regain his power. You don't want the wizarding world to go back to the time when it was surrounded by Death Eaters.

This may be the only opportunity in this life to study him up close. If we miss it, we may never find a way to eliminate him.

I kept my eyes on him, and he had no chance of hurting anyone under my eyes," Dumbledore said with determination in his eyes.

"It turns out we found it, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry, who was almost buried in gifts on the hospital bed on the other side.

"I saw with my own eyes that when Voldemort grabbed Harry with Quirrell's body, he was in just as much pain as Harry. No, he should be in much more pain than Harry."

Flitwick's anger did not diminish much because of Dumbledore's explanation. In his opinion, as long as they were in Hogwarts, professors had the obligation to protect every little wizard.

Instead of risking the little wizard like now, even for the future.

Of course, what he couldn't accept especially was that Gretel was also attacked.

If he had known that the mysterious man was behind Quirrell, he would never have agreed to Gretel going to Quirrell for advice, even with Dumbledore's guarantee.

Dumbledore never told him that Gretel actually became a spy for the mysterious man.

"Yes, there will be no accidents under your nose. But didn't you still get transferred by a letter?

See for yourself, there are two wizards lying here, two first-year wizards who have just entered school.

Aren't you afraid that if the news gets out, the school directors will impeach you as principal?

You know, they've long since stopped wanting you to dominate Hogwarts. "

"Albus, you have changed."

Flitwick didn't say anything else. He jumped out of his chair a little lonely and left without saying a word.

Dumbledore stood still, looking at the two hospital beds in front of him. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

——

Grete was very lucky that when he opened his first eyes, he saw the whiteness that represented the infirmary.

Not the imaginary coffin or prison cell.

Sitting up, he saw many bouquets, fruits, and other gifts suitable for patients placed beside his bed.

A few steps away, on another hospital bed, lay a pale Harry, almost buried in various gifts.

"It seems that the deeds of the savior have spread." Grete thought to himself.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"My Merlin, lie down quickly. You cannot get out of bed before you have been examined."

Madam Pomfrey has always cared so much about patients. Throughout the semester, Gretel has heard about it many times, but this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes.

He also heard that Madam Pomfrey forbade anyone to disturb the patients, otherwise the visitors would be kicked out.

Soon, Gretel saw Madam Pomfrey's unwelcome attitude toward visitors.

Through a door, Gretel heard Terry fawning over Madam Pomfrey in order to get a few minutes of visiting time.

"Look, I said you can come in this way."

Terry showed off to Penello as he pushed the door open.

When they came in, Gretel was leaning on the bedside, reading notes.

Seeing Gretel wake up, Terry looked surprised, "Merlin, do you know that you saved a life from the Dark Lord?"

Gretel rolled his eyes at him angrily, thinking, you must know that you are the one who saved his life from the Dark Lord.

God knows how panicked Gretel was when she saw Voldemort casting a spell on his roommate.

He was 80% sure that Voldemort would not kill him, but he had no confidence that Voldemort would not take action against his roommate.

From Terry's chattering mouth, Gretel knew what happened after he fell into coma.

The professors rushed to the tower collectively and saw that no one in the dormitory was moving. They thought something tragic had happened.

Fortunately, Dean Flitwick realized that they were under a coma spell and woke them all up with a final ending.

Gretel was not in a good condition at the time. He had a high fever, almost as if he was about to burn.

He was sent to Madam Pomfrey overnight to stabilize the situation.

"Everyone speculates that Voldemort came to silence you because he was afraid that you would grow up. Fortunately, the professors came in time."

Grete wanted to say that Terry was overthinking, and that Voldemort was not only not afraid of me growing up, but also expected me to grow up quickly.

Because his panel has told him clearly.

There is clearly one more entry in the talent column.

[Gift: A soul gift from another powerful wizard, with the growth of magic power, the sealed knowledge is released. Of course, the gift of fate often contains its price, and your whereabouts will no longer be a secret to the giver. 】

In order to get rid of the GPS given by Professor Tom, Grete felt that he needed to find his parents again.

After getting Madam Pomfrey's consent, Gretel rushed to the principal's office without stopping.

…

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Headmaster Flitwick, that's it."

Gretel recounted in detail what happened before he fell into coma, and then blinked innocent eyes at the two professors in front of him.

Facts have proved that not everyone can master black magic.

The two people struggled for a long time, and finally came to the unified conclusion that this was a very profound soul magic that no one could remove unless Voldemort himself was willing.

Just when the two were at a loss what to do, Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something.

"Grete, do you remember the Christmas gift I gave you?"

"That key you said I had a surprise in decrypting?"

"Yes, that's it."

The two of them seemed to be playing charades, with only Professor Flitwick looking confused.

"Of course, I've always had it with me, but I haven't gotten around to studying it yet."

Gretel took out the golden hollow key from his bag and placed it on the table in front of him.

I owe one chapter today and will make up three thousand tomorrow. I am in a daze and feel like I am about to faint.

Thank you to all the book lovers for your recommendation votes and support.

good night, see you tomorrow

small theater

Flitwick: Albus, if you take risks with young wizards again, I will unite with the school governors to impeach you.

Dumbledore: Filius, as long as you can kill Tom, you can take my life.

Flitwick: Merlin, Albus, you are crazy, really.

Gretel: Don’t worry, no one who doesn’t deserve to die will die. I’m just here to make up for my regrets.