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

"Uncle Derek, this is what happened. I need you to go to Moldova and help me rent a piece of land."

Gretel finally decided to set his base in Moldova.

The members of the Moldovan Ministry of Magic are not very strong, and no one can escape from Gretel's hands if they are calculated mentally or not.

In this way, he can occupy the magpie's nest with almost no risk.

The second is that Moldova is not too poor in the world, but in this part of Europe, they are one of the poorest.

Third, Moldova has advantages worthy of Gretel's support, both from the perspective of the government and the people.

The government does not exploit the people under its rule, and most of the people are hard-working. They will not wait endlessly for pie in the sky like the Albanians.

Furthermore, Moldova is located in a geographical location where it can be attacked, retreated or defended.

If the organization develops smoothly, he can go all the way west and swallow up the small European countries along the way into his territory.

Even if things don't go well, he can lead the forces to move to Asia and wait for opportunities to make a comeback.

Like Professor Fu, he will make a comeback one day.

The land of Asia has not been within the reach of European wizards since ancient times.

"I agree," Derek knocked the dust from his tobacco bag and rolled his eyes at Gretel, "I mean, I agree.

But can you put down the wand in your hand first, old man, I feel upset looking at this thing. "

Gretel was stunned. Could it be that he had slept and the confidentiality law had been broken?

Why does an old Muggle man know that he is holding a wand?

Gretel came to Derek after careful consideration.

After he settled on Moldova, the next thing to do was to build the organization's castle.

But for a small country like Moldova, being small also has its advantages. Being small means that it is impossible for various regions to escape the control of the authorities.

Moreover, there is little discord between the Ministry of Magic and the government in Moldova. Compared with the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and the British government in the United Kingdom, they can be regarded as a mess.

It is impossible to bypass the capital for such a major matter as land sales. If the capital knows, it means that the Ministry of Magic knows.

Taking a closer look at his relationships, whether in Hogwarts or Gordo, they are all wizards.

However, if a foreign wizard wants to buy land in another country, he will be directly targeted by the Ministry of Magic in Moldova. Now is not the time to be exposed.

Grete had no choice but to focus on the well-informed Derek, a celebrity in London Port.

As long as Muggles come to buy the land for him, the Ministry of Magic will not be aware of the existence of wizards and will not cause alarm.

It was impossible to hide this kind of thing from Derek, the person involved.

So Gretel was ready for a showdown before meeting Derek.

However, Gretel was also prepared to be rejected. As long as Derek disagreed, he would forget everything and clean up everything that happened today.

At worst, you can just ask an international buyer to help rent it anonymously.

After introducing the situation, Gretel pretended to take out his wand casually.

He believed that Derek, an old Muggle man, would not be able to recognize the wand in his hand even if he met him again because of the secrecy law.

Who would have thought that what happened today was completely beyond his expectation.

First, when he came to the door, Derek looked at him with a look full of scrutiny. This look had appeared when Grete was young, when he wanted Grete to inherit the mantle.

Secondly, as soon as Gretel finished speaking, this strange old man agreed immediately. It could even be said that he was rushing.

Thirdly, and what Gretel couldn't understand the most, how could this old man know the wand in his hand?

Gretel could understand everything else, but at this point, he felt that he might not have woken up.

Until, Derek pulled open his jacket and carefully tore off a piece of artificial leather on the chest.

A triangular symbol representing the Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone and Invisibility Cloak appeared in front of Gretel.

The old man laughed heartily, "Old man, I am a proud saint."

With these words, Grete's brain completely shut down.

Seeing Gretel's dull look, Derek sat down with satisfaction.

As he told the story, Gretel learned his true identity.

Contrary to what Gretel thought, Derek was not a Muggle, nor was he someone who had slipped through the secrecy laws.

He has been a part of the magical world from beginning to end, even though he is an abandoned existence.

As a Squib, a Squib who left the wizarding world at the age of twelve to seek life in the Muggle world, his family was not even willing to wait until he came of age.

Fortunately, although he has no magical talent, he has inherited his family's ability to live long and has a strong body, which helps him survive well in the Muggle world.

When Grete was bullied, he stood up to help because he saw a trace of himself in Grete.

As he gradually became more and more comfortable in the Muggle world, he came into contact with Grindelwald's ideas.

Ordinarily, as a squib, it had nothing to do with him whether the wizards were doing well or not, but he still joined in regardless of his own safety.

Not for the wizard, but simply for a person, a person who was dedicated to helping him even if he became a squib.

Of course, such stories usually end in tragedy.

Derek did not go into details, but Grete only knew that until his death, that man did not see the light of the new era.

"Grindelwald failed. I am a squib. Naturally, no one will care about my whereabouts. I will pretend that this never happened."

Grindelwald cares so much about Muggles, how could he not attack in many ways?

A squib like Derek was naturally suitable to be his spy among Muggles.

However, all this came to an end after that duel.

"In 1991, when you first entered school, I went to the orphanage to ask for help. Swann said you went to school, and I asked which school it was.

One look at her clumsy expression made me suspect that you went to school at Hogwarts.

But the reason for determining your identity is because of this thing. "

Derek took out a palm-sized object from the corner and placed it on the table.

The capital gold-gilded G in the upper right corner allowed Grete to confirm its identity. It was undoubtedly an authentic mobile phone sold in a communications store.

"A few days ago, a certain old immortal guy sent it to me. He said that this thing would allow me to meet with them a few more times before I die, and save me from wasting time waiting for letters.

I remember that you used to go out to sea with me and said that this is what you would build in the future. However, you were talking about base stations and satellites at the time. Now I know that magic is more effective.

I'm not shy about attacking you. If I had known that you were a wizard, I would have opened your eyes long ago. "

Gretel was helpless. He didn't expect it. Before receiving the notice, he always thought he was getting a supernatural script.

Also, on the day he sneaked away, if Derek hadn't happened to be out at sea, Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to catch him.

"Grete, I want to know, can I still see that light?"

It was the first time that Grete saw the serious look in the eyes of the old man Derek. He even put down the cigarette bag that he regarded as his life, and held Grete's arm tightly with both hands.

"I don't know, but I know that if we don't act, we will never see that light."

Gretel never felt that a new era would definitely arise from his hands, so he could only devote all his energy to it.

Derek sat down and chewed his teeth.

"You kid, you've never been 100% sure of anything."

Picked up the cigarette bag, took a few heavy puffs, and in a cloud of smoke, said, "Done."

After smoking, Derek slapped the cigarette bag on the table and stretched out his hand towards Grete.

"Bring it here."

Gretel was confused again and looked at this strange old man in confusion.

"Medicine or magic. Without this, can you safely let me out?"

Derek was too familiar with the road, which really made Gretel a little dumbfounded.

"Don't bother me. I'll sign a contract with you."

Potions and curses can be effective on Muggles, because whether it is a potion or a curse, its effectiveness comes from the wizard himself.

But a contract is something that belongs to both parties. Without magic power on Muggles, wizards cannot sign a contract with Muggles.

Of course neither can a squib.

Derek still knew this common sense, but Gretel's next actions challenged his worldview for the first time.

He didn't know what Grete had done, but he only saw Grete stretch out his hand and twist it on his body, and then pulled out a shimmering silver thread.

This end of the silver cord is in Grete's hand, and the other end is connected to his body.

He could feel that this was not a cover-up, he could feel that the silver thread was connected to his life and soul.

Every time Grete pulled, he could feel the same frequency vibration coming from his heart.

The conditions of the contract were very loose. They only prevented Derek from leaking secrets. They did not strictly stipulate his responsibilities and did not deprive him of his freedom.

When everything in front of him stopped, Derek couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked curiously.

"How did you do that just now?"

Gretel smiled mysteriously and left a message to Derek, "Uncle Derek, you are getting old. It's my turn to open your eyes."

——

Gretel was able to do this thanks to the awakened panel.

[Iron Will: Human will is omnipotent. 】

When he first saw this entry, Grete was overjoyed. He thought the panel had given him a big gold coin. This entry was so easy to follow.

But after he tried it, he realized that this thing has limits. The description of this entry and what it can do are almost two extremes.

He thought he could crack mountains and crack rocks, but in the end he could only clear away ashes with his thoughts.

He thought he could bring the dead back to life, but in the end he could only recover it by flooding it with water.

Fortunately, with the help of Silver Eyes, with a small field of vision, he saw that no matter whether it was a wizard or a Muggle, there were bits and pieces of mysterious particles constantly shuttled around the body.

But unlike wizards who would intercept part of it, whether it was a Muggle or a squib, the body was like a funnel, and as much as it went in, it came out.

Under Grete's constant observation, he had a bold inference that the existence of such particles may come from human beings themselves.

But there is no way to confirm this matter yet, and he doesn't have the extra time and energy to do it now.

Under the microscopic vision, he can briefly control a large number of particles and focus them on a person. To such an extent, it can even allow Muggles to temporarily possess magic.

However, this kind of consumption is almost comparable to him opening a portal, and the magic power possessed by Muggles is simply not enough to cast the most common spell.

The contract signed with Derek this time was the result of the combined effect of [Iron Will] and Silver Eyes.

Through microscopic vision, the particle rays were pulled from Derek's body, and then bound by [Iron Will], successfully giving Derek the prerequisites to sign the contract.

He doesn't even need to have magical powers.

——

There was no need for Grete to worry about traveling to Moldova. He believed that Derek, a well-informed old man, could perfectly facilitate this matter.

For this reason, Gretel almost exchanged all the pounds in the Gringotts vault.

Sherlock, a shrewd goblin, thought that Gretel was going to hoard things and came to him to pry for information.

The last time that behemoth collapsed, Gringotts swallowed a huge piece of cake.

Gretel didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and just replied lightly: "If you are afraid of the cold, light a fire."

However, Gretel later heard that Gringotts had collected a large sum of pounds, and the wizarding world almost caused dissatisfaction with the Prime Minister of Great Britain.

If the Ministry of Magic had not come to mediate, Diagon Alley would have been blown up by the angry Prime Minister.

As the actual controller of this country, as long as he is in office, the Ministry of Magic has no right to hide it from him. At least, the Ministry of Magic must report this kind of real estate to him.

In fact, if the goblins did not go too far, the authorities could turn a blind eye.

But helplessly, the actions of Gretel, a rising business star, caused Gringotts to misjudge, so much so that it almost affected the normal flow of funds in Great Britain.

No one knows how much Gringotts lost in the end. Anyway, under the joint statement of the Muggle authorities and the Ministry of Magic, Gringotts spit out a lot of the cakes it swallowed during the disintegration.

Anyway, when Gretel stepped into Gringotts again, Sherlock was never seen again.

Those goblins who had suffered a lot from him never gave him a good look again.

Grete originally thought that this kind of land negotiation would last at least a year and a half, and even if it didn't go well, it would take several months of negotiation.

Who would have thought that before school started, he would receive good news from Derek.

Derek successfully negotiated Mount Baraneste in Codrenisporin.

Of course, it's not the whole mountain, just a few small hillsides that hide people's eyes.

Derek's reason was that he was attracted by the unique oak forest here and wanted to breed here.

It is impossible to say whether we will build several complete production lines in the future.

Upon hearing this plan, after the negotiation, the local municipal government almost gave him some forest land half-sold and half-gifted.

Building a magic castle on your own land will not trigger any contractual reaction from the local Ministry of Magic.

Grete never expected that things would go so smoothly.

So, when he informed the members of the organization, the group almost went crazy, searching for the exact location of Moldova on the map.

A group of people were holding a map of Mount Paraneste, scrambling to express their opinions on the slopes that already belonged to the organization.

"The east side is better. The terrain is higher and there is sunlight."

"I chose this woodland in the north. It is shaded by woods. Even if the Muggle banishing spell accidentally fails sometimes, they will think it's because they were dazzled."

"None of them are right. The valley in the south is better. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. When we get old, we can go there to retire."

…

Gretel smiled as he watched them fight. This group of energetic members, like their organization, were like a rising sun.

When Grindelwald heard the news about Gretel, he even complained to him a few words, saying that he had to go to that small country to spend money to buy land when there was a ready-made castle. It would be great to use the spare money for future expansion.

Gretel just took a picture of the lively discussion atmosphere and blocked his complaints.

"What we want to build is a headquarters, not a prison like Nurmengard."

“We need to have our own land, or else the descendants of the land owner will collect taxes from us in the future?”

When Grindelwald hung up the phone with a dark face, Gretel heard Vladimir and Estragon laughing.

"Next time, don't let my companions go investigate for you, you heartless brat."

At the end of August, when Gretel was about to become a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, the castle in Moldova successfully set up its landmark on a low hill.

——

The week before, a shocking thing happened at the Quidditch World Cup.

The Death Eaters, who had disappeared for more than ten years, appeared at the World Cup venue and openly released the Dark Mark into the sky.

When Grete saw the tragedy of the scene from the newspaper, he suppressed his excitement and held a secret meeting with the members of the organization.

The meeting reaffirmed Seni's status. Before Gretel graduates and leaves Hogwarts, Seni will serve as the supreme commander of existing members outside Hogwarts and secretly spread the organization's ideas to the wizarding world.

And gradually absorb people with common ideas to become peripheral members of the organization.

After Penelope graduated, the communications store in Diagon Alley was handed over to her, and the Galleons were gradually transferred from Gringotts's vault to Moldova.

Penello and Derek will work together to gradually expand the business territory from the wizarding world to the Muggle world, and Gretel will provide corresponding technical support.

He was confident that with the help of the new entry and Silver Eye Vision, the mobile phone could break through wizard detection, bypass the secrecy law, and become the first key to intervene in the Muggle world.

…

"Welcome our hero, McGarrett. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to attend the back-to-school dinner this year."

After not seeing each other for a holiday, Terry and Grete hugged each other passionately, pounding each other's bodies that were getting stronger.

"Stop, stop, it hurts. By the way, Grete, I didn't see you on the train today, and I thought you wouldn't be able to attend the dinner again."

After all, Gretel was stronger than Terry. Before he could react, Terry was already whining in pain.

Terry's question was also Penelo's question. It was obvious that they had made an appointment yesterday to meet on the train today.

Grete blinked at Penello, then turned to Terry to deal with it.

"After sleeping, I rode a broom all the way to catch up."

Thanks to book friend VictorDragon and book friend Aa for their monthly support, thank you~

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Fudge: I declare that the mysterious man has been eliminated a long time ago. There is no way that the mysterious man can return. This is all a conspiracy of someone. He came to the Ministry of Magic to seize power.

Voldemort: Ah, yes, yes, I will not be resurrected. Please stand for me, Minister of Magic.

PS: I’m in fourth grade, spread the flowers,

PS2: Ahem, sorry, I’ll postpone it for another day and get a discount~