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

Great Britain.

South Hampton Harbor.

McGarrett is the most worry-free child in St. Mary's Orphanage, the treasure of the director of the orphanage, a good helper for the caregivers, the idol of many younger brothers and sisters, and a veritable king of children.

Now eleven years old, his face is full of melancholy, huddled next to a group of top-hatted gentlemen, his eyes scanning the surrounding sky sharply, his ears filled with the gentlemen's talk about the New World, each one of them seems to be happy as soon as they arrive in Amei. Be able to become a master of people.

If it were before, he might not have complained, but now, he just wants to be quiet and stay away from the land of right and wrong in Daying as soon as possible.

As a time traveler who has been traveling for ten years, McGarrett originally had very detailed plans for his future, such as studying hard, obtaining a degree from a prestigious school, and then using his vision beyond the times to engage in business to compete for the title of the world's richest man. reputation.

Or study hard, obtain a degree from a prestigious school, and then make a bet in politics. You might as well become a famous prime minister and rise again. At least Mike, who has an extremely forward-looking vision, is more qualified than a certain person.

However, all plans were ruined by a letter received half a month ago. The letter came from Hogwarts, the most famous magic school in Europe and even the world.

God knows how Mike's heart was shocked when he received the letter.

After all, for ten years, McGarrett thought he was taking an urban script and made a complete plan for it. Who would have thought that the business would collapse before he was halfway through, but now tell him that what he was taking was actually an urban script. Fantasy magic script.

Although since he was five years old, he has discovered something special about himself, such as being able to make things float at will, or make flower buds bloom, or summon the breeze.

Then he simply thought that it might have changed from an ordinary urban script to an urban supernatural script. After all, the visible future will be an era of technological explosion, and wizards and other things are simply not within the scope of his thinking.

When a black spot appeared in the distant sky, classmate McGarrett stood up helplessly, walked to an inconspicuous corner, and quietly waited for the messenger from Hogwarts, a gray and black owl.

Muggle, oh, now the unified name in the magic world, Muggle, as an owl messenger of magical creatures, is born with a confusion spell that confuses Muggles, so that wizards can not be discovered when receiving letters in the human world.

Sure enough, it was the admission notice again. McGarrett sighed, not even bothering to open the cover, and conveniently handed the envelope with the notice "Mr. McGarrett received it" from the waiting area of ​​Berth No. 37, South Hampton Port, Hampshire. The books were stuffed into the trash can.

"I'm very sorry," McGarrett apologized decisively after throwing away the notice and turning around and bumping into someone else.

The silver-white beard fluttering in front of his eyes told McGarrett that he bumped into an elderly man. He didn't care to look at the appearance of the person he bumped into, and decisively reached out to help him.

But without thinking, a hand was handed over, grabbed his hand and shook it twice, "Hello, Mr. Mike Grete, would you mind chatting with me in a different place?"

McGarrett raised his head and was stunned for a moment.

The person who came was tall and thin, with silver hair and a silver beard that was long enough to be tucked into his waist. He was wearing a robe, a purple cloak that reached the floor, and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles.

Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes are very deep and shining.

"Of course, I'm happy to, sir." McGarrett seemed to have lost all his strength, and his shoulders suddenly slumped, "But..."

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"I spent one hundred and twenty-five pounds on the ferry ticket. Professor, why don't you wait until I finish my words and let me refund the ticket." Grete complained, rubbing his forehead.

"Also, are you sure that you, a wizard, coming to a church-funded welfare home will not be blasphemous?"

"Isn't the existence of wizards itself blasphemous?" Dumbledore blinked, "Then, do you mind if your 'family' comes to observe our conversation?"

"Of course not, please wait a moment, I will bring the dean here." Gretel shrugged his shoulders, turned around and went out.

"You mean our little Gretel has to leave home and go to the so-called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for seven years to study magic?" Swangret, the director of St. Mary's Welfare Home, is an elderly man. Old nun.

Of course, to Dumbledore, she was just an older child.

"That's right, Mrs. Gretel, Hogwarts is a boarding school. Of course, when the holidays come, he will still come back to be with you family members. After all, the little wizard needs the company of his family. "

After Dumbledore finished speaking, both of their eyes focused on Gretel.

"So, what do you think of the child?" The dean looked lovingly at the child who gave her the most peace of mind.

"I think it's okay. Whether I study magic or not, I'm confident that I can get ahead, Mother Gretel." McGarrett was noncommittal.

In other words, if given a choice, he would choose to be a wizard hiding among Muggles. After all, it is 1991, and Britain or the entire European wizarding world is about to be in chaos.

Apart from magical magic, there is nothing else that appeals to him in the magical world. Whether it is lifestyle or future development prospects, the Muggle world is obviously superior.

For McGarrett, apart from magic itself, the wizarding world has almost become synonymous with ignorance. At least judging from the Harry Potter works he has read and understood, the wizarding world has not absorbed the fruits of the technological explosion at all.

The old train on platform nine and three-quarters seems to be able to run forever.

Owls have always been the messengers of the magic world, flying slowly in the sky of the British magic world.

As if seeing Gretel's hesitation, Dumbledore had no choice but to use his ultimate move, "Mrs. Gretel, there is something I need to tell you. If the little wizard does not receive formal magic education, his life may be endangered due to out-of-control magic."

In order to prove the authenticity of his words, Dumbledore pulled out a memory from his mind and threw it in front of Swangret.

Seeing the obscurity in Lao Deng's memory, McGarrett rolled his eyes without comment.

If it is a little wizard who is not familiar with the world, it is indeed possible that due to suppression and fright, the magic power will be out of control, giving birth to an Obscurus, and even endangering his life.

But for a pseudo-little wizard like him who has traveled through time and space, he has the confidence to control the growing magic power in his body. For some reason, he has become the famous kid king in the entire orphanage at the age of only eleven years old.

Disguising magic as magic has become his masterful skill.

However, he didn't explain.

After all, when he saw Dumbledore appearing in front of him, he was already sure that he could not leave Britain, and there was no way he could go to the New World to become an upstart in the business world, create the great Gretel family, and implement his own British orthodoxy. Ami's great ambitions.

Sure enough, after seeing the scene where Dumbledore's memory erupted silently and the little wizard lost his life, Mrs. Swangret uttered a sentence firmly.

"Go, little Grete will be left to you. Just discipline him. If there's anything you don't want to do, leave it to me and I'll educate him."

Newcomer, new book, may it look familiar

After being advised to have a good meal, dear book friends, the author has changed the name of the first meeting. Please give me another chance.