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

People in the lobby on the first floor were still waiting to watch the show, but Grete had already stepped onto the second floor calmly.

The strange thing is that he came to the Banshee Bar following the scent of the mark he sensed, but when he went up to the second floor, he didn't see Mrs. Vera.

The huge second floor seemed extremely empty, with only a round table and a matching chair with a backrest placed in the middle.

Other than that, there are no other signs that anyone has lived there.

Walking to the table, a piece of folded paper was placed neatly in the center of the table.

"Mrs. Vera?" Grete asked tentatively, but received no reply.

He stood there and thought for a moment, and was about to leave first and go downstairs to ask Florin what happened.

But just as he turned around, his mind went into a trance for no reason.

When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting at the round table.

There is also a cup of fragrant tea in front of you.

Is Mrs. Vera an Oriental?

An idea came to Gretel's mind. He couldn't help it. Apart from the East, he really couldn't think of anyone else doing this way of drinking tea.

But it was obvious that Vera had no intention of solving his doubts, and stopped talking to him after pulling him back.

Grete tried to stand up, but after struggling several times, he found that his body seemed to be fixed. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not leave.

The tea in front of her wafted out the fragrance, and Grete rolled her eyes helplessly. Mrs. Vera is still a passionate person!

It is estimated that Mrs. Vera was determined not to let him leave until she finished drinking the tea. Grete reluctantly picked up the cup and brought it to her mouth.

Originally, he had planned not to drink it. When going out, he had to be careful about everything, especially when eating something like this.

Not knowing Vera's attitude, how could Grete drink with confidence in this situation where the enemy and ourselves were unknown.

However, the situation is stronger than the people. Gretel has used all the means at his disposal after several attempts.

He also activated the magic particles, but even so, the chair under him was like a solid rock, no matter how wind or rain hit him, it would not be shaken at all.

Holding the tea to her mouth, a wisp of fragrance quietly floated to Gretel's nose, and then Gretel's eyes lit up.

The scent of tea alone lifted his spirits instantly.

For a moment, Grete couldn't help but praise the hospitable Mrs. Vera in her heart.

Looking at the tea soup that looked like glass and gradually turned into amber, Gretel's mouth became unusually dry.

He didn't know why his body became so hungry at this time, like a traveler who had lost all his belongings and walked alone in the desert for a long time.

Walking alone under the boundless scorching sun, struggling on the edge of life and death, I saw an oasis full of clear springs in the distance.

This was the feeling his body gave him.

Resisting the desire to drink, he slowly put the tea soup into his mouth and drank it all.

At this moment, surging energy burst out from his belly, and Gretel was like an inflated balloon, becoming round for a while.

There was also a bang in his mind, and his whole body instantly became drowsy.

"It's over, I'm going to burst." There was only one thought left in Gretel's mind, and then he fell into a trance.

He wanted to struggle to vent this energy, but the chair under him not only restricted his body, but also restricted the channel through which his body's energy could escape.

Just when Grete felt that his whole body was about to explode into a ball of fireworks, he heard a suppressed exclamation.

Then a graceful figure appeared behind him, and a pair of Rouyi nervously placed them on his head.

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When Gretel woke up, the little light of the setting sun outside the window had dissipated.

Only the pale white street lights shine through the window, showing him the passage of time.

Grete rubbed his head in distress, feeling as if he had some indissoluble bond with coma.

The panel buttons in his field of vision kept flickering on and off, attracting Grete's attention.

When he reaches this level of strength, there is rarely any movement on the panel anymore, unlike when he was still weak, one or two magic level breakthroughs would occur every three days.

The current panel is not even a year and a half old, so there is no need to think about any unnecessary movement.

But this situation also made Grete know that once there was any movement on the panel, it would definitely be a big change in him.

Sure enough, the [Wizard] entry that had appeared with the panel since the day of activation had a different expression, just like [Gift].

[Wizard: Magic Affinity] became [Wizard: Magic Control].

But at this time, Gretel didn't have time to study how much improvement this magic control could bring to him.

Because he didn't remember until this moment that before he fell into coma, he seemed to vaguely feel someone coming to his side.

It helped him resolve the swelling magic power in his body when he was about to explode.

After thinking about it, I realized that it must be the owner of the Banshee Bar, the mysterious Mrs. Vera.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Vera is the owner of the Banshee Bar, but if you think about it carefully, she is the only story in the magical world.

No one has ever seen her true form.

There are only rumors about her appearance, strength, experience, everything.

But in terms of strength, there is no need to guess.

After all, whether it was Gretel who was imprisoned in the chair or the wizards in history who wasted their lives in vain, they could all prove that Mrs. Vera's strength was not just a rumor.

But when it comes to discussing her temperament, appearance, and experience, no one can provide evidence.

Everyone knows that Mrs. Vera is powerful, but they don’t know who is Mrs. Vera.

She doesn't even know if Vera is her real name.

That is to say, she did not kill anyone because of the title of Mrs. Vera, so people determined her gender.

Feeling the magic power filling his body, Grete tried to fight against the power restraining him on the chair, but finally found that he still couldn't break free.

It was Gretel who confirmed that Mrs. Vera was powerful and that she was definitely not something he could fight against.

For a moment, Gretel had some doubts. Does such an unrivaled power really exist in the magic world today?

After all, according to the results of his research with Dawn and Grindelwald, the current magical power has been weakened to a certain extent.

The ability to change the world through personal power should no longer exist.

If the whole world is constantly degrading now, it is hard to imagine how powerful Mrs. Vera's abilities must have been many years ago.

Perhaps, she alone can change the entire century.

But this is inconsistent with the current social status quo.

If Lady Vera is really a banshee, then why doesn't she save the banshee race that has long since declined.

With her ability, shouldn't it be a very simple thing to rule the magical world and even sweep the entire world?

After thinking about it, Gretel couldn't figure it out.

If it were him, if he had such strength, he would have already started preparing for the great integration of the magical world and the Muggle century.

After all, he can move freely between the magical world and the Muggle world with his own strength, and there is no way that Mrs. Vera can't do that.

But she didn't act like this, and was even willing to stay here and open such a small bar.

And then, why would such a powerful person treat him favorably?

Not only did he prepare tea to enhance his strength, but he also nervously helped him digest the surge in magic power.

Without the cold magic power that rushed into his body, Gretel was sure that he would have exploded into fireworks by now.

After thinking for a long time, he could not get any results, so Gretel had to give up the investigation of Mrs. Vera for the time being. Anyway, Mrs. Vera's attitude was here.

It would be nice if he could make sure that Vera was a friend and not an enemy.

At this time, Grete turned his attention to the white paper on the table in front of him.

Since he was tied to the chair and tea was prepared for him, this paper must also be given to him.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why you didn't let him leave without meeting him.

'I have been waiting for you. ’

Gretel looked at the unfounded message on this piece of paper and was confused for a moment.

He was certain that he had never even heard of Mrs. Vera's name before today.

He only learned this name from Fred.

Therefore, he can be sure that today is his first meeting with Mrs. Vera.

But why did she say she had been waiting for him?

Have the two of them met in the past?

Grete thought about it seriously and determined that no one around him had such strength.

However, at this time, he felt that the power that had been restraining him and preventing him from standing up finally disappeared.

Then Grete left from the empty second floor with a look of confusion.

When Grete's puzzled figure appeared step by step in the sight of everyone on the first floor.

The atmosphere on the first floor of the bar was instantly exploded.

"Come out, give me the money~"

"He went to the second floor and still managed to leave alive?"

"Are you wrong? Not only is he alive, but he also has no injuries?"

"Why is this person? Is it possible that Mrs. Vera likes this look?"

"Quickly, spread the news..."

For a moment, the whole first floor was talking about something, and Gretel looked at them in surprise.

what happened?

Before he could react, Florin greeted him warmly behind the bar.

"Guest, here, I'll treat you to a drink."

His expression was extremely eager, and he was also very curious as to how the man in front of him could escape alive from the private realm of the violent female devil.

He was more curious about what Mrs. Vera's second floor, which was never accessible, looked like.

Furthermore, he also wanted to find out what Mrs. Vera looked like from Gretel's mouth.

This is a difficult mystery in Kunlun.

Just as Florin was greeting Gretel, he suddenly stopped in place, tilting his ears as if listening to some news.

In an instant, he looked at Grete who was approaching him with complicated eyes, and reluctantly started groping inside the bar.

"Guest, your ice water."

Only this time, he didn't slide the glass of ice water along the smooth tabletop to Grete like he did before.

Instead, he grabbed Gretel's hand with enthusiasm, blocked everyone's sight, and stuffed a cold object into Gretel's hand.

Gretel raised his eyes silently and put what Florin had given him into his sleeve.

Leaning against the bar, Grete held a water glass and scanned the people around him.

He did not forget the purpose of coming here today, to find out what the fake Dawn was about.

Just looking around, he didn't find anyone with the uplifting feeling unique to Shuguang members.

"Bartender, I want to ask you some news."

Grete waved to Florin, waited for him to come over, and said something in a low voice.

For some reason, after taking the thing from Florin's hand, Gretel noticed that Florin looked at him with an increasingly resentful look.

"As much as the customer says, we also buy and sell information here."

Trying to ignore his look, Gretel calmly used the water stains to draw the word "Dawn" on the table.

"Sorry, guest, we don't sell this information here." Florin said quickly.

But then he changed his tune urgently, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis.

"What we sell here is not cheap..."

Looking at his non-squeezing gesture, Gretel felt that if he moved faster, he would be able to suffocate himself to death.

"Money is not an issue, just tell me how much it is."

Gretel raised his eyebrows indifferently.

The Moldava headquarters has so much money that it can hardly save any money, and the treasure trove storing gold galleons needs to be expanded every month.

"One galleon!" Florin's face already showed grievance, and his eyes were full of why.

Grete was a little surprised at first, but then he thought of something, and he took out a Galleung from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"The information the customers need will be given to you when they leave the store. Don't worry, no one in the Black Market Street can touch the guests of the Banshee Bar."

Grete nodded, put down the water glass in his hand, and walked out of the bar.

As for those people who were staring at him eagerly, to be honest, Grete didn't feel any threat.

Even without Mrs. Vera's protection, he could kill anyone in and out at will.

You know, before the cup of tea improved his strength, he could fight Dumbledore back and forth.

Are there many people in the wizarding world who can stand up to Dumbledore?

Even though he is old now, the only people who can touch his tiger beard so far are only two Dark Lords.

Others, when faced with Dumbledore one on one, were nothing more than chickens and dogs.

It's even more true when it comes to Gretel. They don't have to play one-on-one, even if they play together, Gretel will only give them a rubbish evaluation.

The moment he left the bar, Gretel's pocket sank, and a wine bottle fell into his pocket.

There is a note on the bottle, Banshee Bar, Information Specialty.

Behind him, a rustling voice followed him as he walked out.