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

Filch didn't touch anything else on Lucius except his wand.

"Yingadim Leviosa," a floating spell, the unconscious Lucius floated up from the ground.

Even though this was not the first time he felt magic power coming out of his body, Filch was still very excited.

After the spell was cast, the lowered arm could not help but tremble slightly.

Just as he pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement, a spell that was not loud but spoke at a slightly rapid speed came into his ears.

The two spells of Expelliarmus and Stunner hit Filch's body one after another along with Gretel's voice.

Filch watched with astonishment as the wand came out of his hand, and then fainted on the ground unwillingly.

"As expected of you," Tom Riddle's voice came from Filch as Gretel continued to throw the petrification spell at Filch and silence him.

However, his voice sounded very hoarse and extremely weak, which was inconsistent with the current situation that had taken away the life force of the two young wizards.

Gretel took precautions, and when he looked closer, he saw that 'Filch' had opened his eyes, but they were different from his usual cloudy eyes that concealed malice.

These eyes are obviously particularly clear now, and there is no trace of the resentful jealousy in them that was almost solidified in the past.

But beneath the clear eyes, there was deep exhaustion and unwillingness hidden.

"Senior Tom?"

Gretel really couldn't believe that the man with tired eyes in front of him was the proud Tom Riddle.

"It's me. It's ridiculous. I escaped, but fell into the hands of this despised squib."

The calm tone could not hide his deep anger. After thinking for a moment, Tom Riddle spoke again.

"You should know Legilimency. Do you want to see how I escaped and how I fell into the hands of this squib?"

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Transferred to that familiar room in the Room of Requirement, Tom Riddle was suddenly relieved.

"Come and see what happens to arrogance."

Gretel had successfully mastered Legilimency a few months ago.

With the addition of Voldemort's experience, he can now be called a Legilimency master.

Gretel saw in Tom Riddle's memory that a page from the diary was attached to his back without him noticing.

Follow him out of the Room of Requirement.

"Every page of the notebook is my limb. I can communicate with the outside world through a single piece of paper. I haven't done this because every time I tear out a piece of paper, it makes me weak."

Gretel used the Disillusionment Spell to overcome Filch's night patrol, and the paper came off his back at that time.

Tom Riddle felt that a squib that no one suspected could help him hide his whereabouts.

When Filch returned to his residence after his first inspection, the piece of paper floated in front of him.

"Want to have magic?"

From the day he was born, Filch wanted to be a wizard.

God knows why he turned out to be a squib.

Everyone suggested that he forget everything about wizards and go to the Muggle world.

But he was unwilling to accept it. Why should he, who was born in a wizarding family, have to live with those dirty Muggles day and night?

The thought of this made him faintly nauseated.

He spent countless late nights stroking the old wand passed down from his family.

Secretly he hates himself as a Squib, hates his parents who gave birth to him, and hates wizards who come from the Muggle world but have talents that he envies.

Hates everyone with magical powers.

Tom Riddle's words unleashed a beast that had been caged within him.

Faced with the temptation of a piece of paper, no, Tom Riddle just asked a question. The one who really confused Filch was himself.

Slytherin's little snake unfortunately became the first victim.

In fact, Tom Riddle did not intend to kill anyone. It was Filch who felt the magic power rushing into his body.

He laughed uncontrollably, allowing the little snake to recognize his identity.

In order to save Filch, Tom Riddle had to help him handle the finishing touches.

In order to avoid suspicion, Filch left a slogan on the wall at Tom Riddle's suggestion.

Of course, it was Tom Riddle's suggestion to frame Grete as he wanted the insider to be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even if he can't, he will be expelled from Hogwarts like Hagrid fifty-nine years ago.

However, Hagrid is not Gretel, and Filch is not Tom Riddle.

Gretel is not as unknown as Hagrid, and Filch does not have as much charisma as Tom Riddle.

Gretel ended up just being locked up.

However, the transferred magic power was limited after all. Once Filch turned over, how could he restrain himself.

Late every night, in a corner no one knew about, Filch cast spells wantonly, venting the repression of being a squib for decades.

Not even a week had passed, and Filch had squandered all the magic he had plundered.

Having already experienced the beauty of being a wizard, how could Filch allow himself to be reduced to that squib being played with by others again?

He's going to take action again.

Even though Tom Riddle firmly opposed it, Filch took action without hesitation.

Faced with Filch's madness, Tom Riddle decided to abandon him, but he never thought that he would fall into this squib's trap.

He used wooden pegs cut from hawthorn branches to tear out the diary one by one and nailed it to himself.

The leaves and flowers of the hawthorn tree have healing properties, but the broken branches have a death-like smell.

Hawthorn branches have always been a good material for black magic.

Filch didn't know where he learned the evil spells from the ancient dark wizards.

The ability of this curse is to plunder other people's souls, sew them together with one's own with wooden nails, and finally merge them with one's own, forcibly robbing other people's talents.

This kind of curse was once circulated among the dark wizard community, but eventually disappeared in the long history due to mutual plunder.

It is mentioned in only a handful of documents and was deemed lost centuries ago.

This spell is useless to Squib, because there is no way to cast the spell without magic, but who asked Tom Riddle to lend him magic.

With the last remnant of his body, Filch pinned Tom Riddle to himself.

Seeing this, Gretel took Filch's hairless wand and opened his clothes.

Every piece of skin on the body that was covered by the diary was firmly nailed with hawthorn wooden nails.

'Filch' had a wry smile on his face.

“I hunt geese all day long, but I never thought I would be pecked in the eye by a wild goose.

I didn't expect a Squib to have such a strong hatred for wizards, no, for all things related to magic.

Because of the curse, I became a vassal.

If he wasn't so eager to have magic again, no one would ever discover his secret after he fused with my soul.

Because no one would doubt that a squib could kill wizards at Hogwarts.

At that time, as long as he plunders slowly, he will one day grow to the point where no one can rival him.

Okay, he's crazy, but he's stupid, much stupider than a mudblood.

Squib is the curse that magic has placed on him. "

It could be seen that Tom Riddle had been holding back his anger for a long time, waiting for someone to listen to his anger.

To be honest, Gretel was surprised when Legilimency told him that Tom Riddle was very grateful to him at this time.

"You're not wrong. I'm really grateful to you. I can allow myself to fail, but I don't allow myself to fail in such a miserable way and die without a trace.

So, after this squib had me nailed to him, and asked me to help him again, I had no objection.

Because I know that as long as he takes action, you will be free. After you are free, you will definitely come to check. The piece of paper I left is the medium for our communication.

Admittedly, at the beginning, I just wanted to show off, to show off your little wizard's ability to show off, and to show off that I could gain freedom from your hands.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be my life-saving straw. "

Gretel didn't speak, he only felt that the world was strange.

If he is not tempted by the diary, everything will develop as it did in the original world line.

Tom Riddle used Ginny's body to open the Chamber of Secrets, and Harry once again added to the halo of the savior.

Or, if Tom Riddle abides by the agreement between the two, there will be no subsequent series of events, and he will not be humiliated at the hands of the Squib.

Or maybe it wasn't Filch he was looking for, maybe he had been freed and successfully re-enrolled at Hogwarts in place of any wizard.

However, there is no if.

Lucius, who was lying on the other side, groaned.

Gretel cast a stun spell without looking back, and sent him to play cards with Merlin in his dream.

"What if he held back and never took action?" Grete asked his own question.

“So I was so excited when I felt you burn the paper I left behind.

This spell is far more powerful than I imagined. I no longer hope to escape, I just hope to leave this extremely dirty squib.

Guess why he came to the Room of Requirement by such a coincidence.

It is true that this curse made me lose the ability to resist, but the secret of the soul is not something that a squib like him can understand.

How could fusing two souls have no side effects? Although I can't control him, I can give hints subconsciously.

Even if Lucius hadn't arrived today, I would have hinted at the Squib's arrival in the Room of Requirement.

He doesn't know the existence of this place. As long as he appears here, I believe that he will definitely attract your attention because of his abnormality. "

Gretel interrupted him, "What if I am careless and fall into the hands of a magical squib?"

Tom Riddle laughed wildly, "How could you, a mastermind who could hide from Dumbledore, fall into the hands of an unknown Squib?

When I entered school, I was stared at by Dumbledore.

Besides, even if you fail. Then come and keep me company. With you and me as my company, what else can I not be willing to do? "

After laughing wildly for a while, he calmed down after a fit of coughing, "I'm hopeless. I just hope you can separate me from this dirty squib."

What Tom Riddle said was sincere, but Gretel did not believe it easily.

He thought for a while, canceled the coma spell, and woke Filch.

Before Filch could react, Grete's magic rushed into Filch's brain following his eyes.

Gretel had never thought that a person's thoughts could be so dark, and young Tom could not even compare to one ten thousandth of what he had in his mind.

In Filch's mind, Gretel saw the horrors that Tom Riddle had been able to hide before.

He saw the glorious student council president wailing in pain under the hawthorn nails.

He saw the relief and cruelty on Filch's face as the wooden nails were driven into his body.

He also saw Filch's jealousy and hatred for everyone.

From the family that gave birth to him to strangers, from the newly admitted wizard to the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Even the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest were hated by him.

He was full of resentment for everything, and a strong sense of destruction tortured him day and night.

The only person who brought him any warmth was Mrs. Norris, who had been keeping vigil with him for decades.

Tom Riddle didn't lie to him, Filch was indeed leading all of this.

Tom Riddle plays nothing more than the doorkeeper who lets the devil out.

Knocking Filch unconscious again, Tom Riddle struggled to emerge.

"He robs my soul all the time. If you prove it, please help me and pull out these damn wooden nails. Even if I die, I don't want to die on this squib."

Gretel did not hesitate this time, and the wooden nails separated from Filch's body one by one.

The paper soaked in black blood was peeled off Filch one by one with difficulty.

"Can't you help me?"

Tom Riddle looked tough, complaining intermittently.

But not only did Grete’s help fail to arrive.

Instead, after hearing his words, he took a few steps back very quickly.

For Gretel, it helps him pull out the wooden nails.

It has already given him the face of being Professor Fu's separated soul.

If it were a stranger, he wouldn't even get involved.

"Help me clean it up."

The peeled paper was folded back into a diary.

Tom Riddle, who was almost invisible, cast a pleading look at Grete.

After cleaning up the diary and restoring it to its original appearance, Gretel saw Tom Riddle turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear before his eyes.

Sighing, Gretel decided to deal with Filch in front of him.

In order to prove that Tom had not deceived him, he had to wake up Filch and use Legilimency again.

He couldn't kill, at least not by him. Only the murderer who was caught alive could save Hogwarts from panic.

Just when he leaned down and was about to use the [Memory Master] method to modify the memories of the two people on the ground, the dead diary on the ground suddenly stopped moving.

A ray of light flew toward his eyebrows, too close and too fast.

Grete only had time to curse the farmer and the snake in his heart.

At the same time, Tom Riddle's words came to his ears, "Gretel, you are truly worthy of being the one who has not given up your vigilance against me even at this time."

2 in 1 delivered.

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Gretel: The author is a rusher. I recommend kneeling down in the second round. He doesn’t know how to be a eunuch.

Professor Fu: +1

Team members not appearing: +N

Author: Impossible. A dignified 365-foot-tall man can lose his life without losing his hook. He only has a complete book and no eunuchs.

PS: Dear book lovers, we probably won’t have much to recommend in the future. Please raise your arms and let’s support each other and walk together.

The author guarantees that before one million words have passed, the book will not be completed without the eunuch delaying the check-in.

The outline can be up to 200 w, and the results are 2 million if the results are good. If the results are bad, we will slowly end it after 1 million. I also have to support my family. I hope the big guys will understand.

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