Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 140 Inexplicable alienation

Gretel didn’t understand why the little mute’s eyes had always been timid. After getting along with him for more than a month, his eyes were still full of wariness.

What’s even more unclear is why he came back even though it was obvious that he was scared.

And he persisted as always, feeding him all the good things he found, leaving only a piece of bread that was obviously starting to harden.

It’s not like he doesn’t know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

After all, after discovering that Gretel had regained his sight, he was no longer as close as before.

Stretching your arms as far as possible is proof.

Only when Grete couldn’t find the remaining bread would he carefully move forward a little, but still keep as far away from him as possible.

It’s hard to imagine what happened to him to make him so suspicious.

Gretel tried his best to keep his eyes away from the horn hidden in the hat.

But the space here is so big, and his eyes are always attracted by moving things.

If he doesn’t look at the horn, he can only look at the little guy.

But the little guy’s eyes kept wandering, and he didn’t know why he was always afraid of looking at Gretel.

When Gretel finished eating, the little guy no longer cuddled up to him and slowly ate as usual.

He timidly hid farthest away from Gretel and gnawed the remaining piece of dry bread in silence.

Seeing the little mute who was so nervous that his breathing was abnormal, Gretel didn’t know what to do for a moment and could only close his eyes tightly.

Try to create an environment where the little one feels comfortable as much as possible.

At first, Gretel would wonder if the little mute was afraid of society.

Later I discovered that this was not the case. The little guy was definitely not something that simple social fears could describe.

There is no nervousness in him that is afraid of social interaction, and he shows a visible alertness.

He was on guard against everything he came into contact with.

Not only people, but also the movement of snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the garbage dump can scare him.

Before Grete regained his sight, whenever there was movement around him and the little guy was close to him, his body could not help but tremble.

Gretel didn’t understand it before seeing the little guy’s appearance, but now he probably guessed it.

Because even I, who has countless libraries stored in my brain, have never seen a humanoid unicorn.

Let alone anyone else.

Whether it is the magical world or the Muggle world, the little guy is a unique existence.

The Muggle world is better. If it weren’t for those research madmen, the little guy would at most be discriminated against, or be sold into the circus to act as a clown for people’s entertainment.

In the magical world, it’s not that simple.

Anyone with a little knowledge, whether a white wizard or a black wizard, will never miss this magical creature that the little guy has never seen before.

Of course, the Muggle world is only slightly better than the wizarding world, but relatively speaking, it is a little safer.

Otherwise, the little guy wouldn’t be able to live in this garbage dump and use it as a stronghold.

In fact, just a few days after regaining consciousness, Gretel realized that he was now in the Muggle world.

Because there is no such big garbage dump in the magical world, or in other words, there are very few such things as garbage dumps in the entire magical world.

Wizards scattered around the world cannot create so much garbage.

Even if there is garbage, just say the magic spell and wave the magic wand, and the place where the magic touches will be instantly cleaned.

The little guy didn’t eat quickly, but with such a small piece of bread, no matter how much he cherished it, it was only a matter of three or two bites.

According to the previous habit, the little guy should squeeze next to him and fall asleep together against him.

But today was obviously different. After finishing eating, the little guy put Gretel down from the sitting position, and then retracted back to the corner.

Carefully roll yourself into a ball and close your eyes tightly.

Grete tilted his head and saw the little guy’s eyes that were constantly wandering under his eyelids, and smiled knowingly.

The little guy was guarding against him.

Watching him close his eyes, but unable to fall asleep for a long time, Grete tried to figure out the little guy’s true identity in his mind.

Put aside the horn on your head and look elsewhere.

Regardless of the limbs, facial features, or other exposed skin, they all look like normal human children.

Could such a little guy really be a unicorn?

Could it be some evil research madman who conducted inhumane human experiments on the little guy?

But his blood does have the function of a unicorn.

If human experimentation can allow a person to have the ability of a unicorn, I believe that person will not be unknown. At least, some plausible clues can be found in the classics passed down by the families of the great nobles.

But it just didn’t happen.

No such information is mentioned in historical records or oral traditions of wizards.

Moreover, even in myths and legends, there is no story of a unicorn turning into a human.

This ignited Gretel’s curiosity.

Is the little mute a human child with unicorn powers?

Or is he really a unicorn that has never appeared before and can transform into a human being?

For Gretel, both situations, no matter which one they are, are crucial to the entire world.

The former, if it can be understood thoroughly, will promote society as much as the portal that will inevitably appear in the future.

If it’s the latter, Gretel must re-examine this world full of secrets.

If unicorns can turn into humans, what about elves? Goblin? Or what about the mighty dragon?

Extending it to the whole world, there will be many alien species that take on the appearance of humans and live in the streets and alleys of this world.

Grete knew very well that the little one could feel his scrutiny.

Because when Grete laid his eyes on him, the body of the little guy who was already pretending to be asleep suddenly became stiff.

But no matter what the situation is, Gretel has no qualifications to retaliate against the little guy who saved him from the edge of life and death.

This was contrary to his education.

Gretel had doubted whether there might be a conspiracy.

Could everything he is experiencing now be a web spun by some people lurking in the darkness?

But after careful consideration, he dismissed the thought.

Not for anything else, just because of the accident of this matter.

Even if there is a conspiracy, at least the panel is not under their control.

If the panel is also part of this conspiracy, Gretel can play GG with laughter.

Speaking of which, until today, all his achievements are inseparable from the panel.

It is true that he worked hard enough and basically gave up all entertainment life.

I devoted myself wholeheartedly to learning.

But without the help of the panel, he would still be studying hard at Hogwarts.

Try his best to ensure that he achieves a satisfactory result in the Ultimate Wizard Exam, so as to help him have a higher starting point after graduation.

But now, he started from scratch, founded Gretel Communications Company, led Dawn, and brought Voldemort to justice.

At the age of ten, he climbed to the top of the wizarding world and became a figure who could confront Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in history.

He even accepted the invitation from Hogwarts and became the youngest invited professor in the history of Hogwarts.

Let me ask, if there was no panel, would he really be able to do what he is doing now?

Gretel took a good look at himself and could only helplessly shake his head in his heart.

Therefore, nearly 90% of his current achievements are due to the panel.

If there really is someone behind the scenes who can control the panel, Gretel doesn’t have to think about anything else.

It’s hard to imagine that this kind of person would do such boring things.

If it were him, with such unrivaled ability, why would he bother with it?

Anyway, no one can resist, so naturally you can do whatever you want, why bother making all these twists and turns.

A character who can hold the world in the palm of his hand will not care about the little thoughts of the ants, nor will he specially compile a drama for the ants.

Just like Grete said during the meeting with Penello and the others, if we are strong enough, there is no need to play the game of taking chestnuts from the fire and driving the tiger to devour the wolf.

At that time, our thoughts are the rules by which the world operates.

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After discarding the thoughts full of conspiracy theories, Grete only felt that his thoughts were clear.

The eyes he looked at the little mute were also filled with gratitude.

Yes, not to mention anything else, just talking about the little mute’s meticulous care for more than a month, he no longer had any doubts.

Not sure if he had figured it out, Gretel felt the panel struggle to move.

Then [Iron Will] helped him break through the blockade of his body, and his throat was liberated for a long time.

After not speaking for more than a month, Gretel suddenly spoke, and Gretel’s voice was full of dryness.

The voice that came out of his mouth was like a damaged tape, making people feel harsh and uncomfortable.

“Little guy, don’t worry, I will never hurt you.”

Seeing the little guy’s suddenly trembling body, Grete shook his head helplessly in his heart.

It seems that my little benefactor has suffered a lot in life.

Not only did Grete’s overtures not make him let down his guard, but he even more carefully leaned against the wall.

After calling in a low voice for a long time, his voice went from dry to mellow, and then became uncomfortable again.

Alas, Grete blurted out with a long sigh.

Forget it, let’s rely on [Iron Will] and try to call [Origin].

The little guy must have been deceived many times before he became wary of everything in the world.

It’s okay, as long as [Original Origin] takes effect, he will be able to recover quickly.

Then use your practical attitude to slowly gain the little guy’s trust.

Gretel worked hard for most of the night, until he was mentally exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

The wind was so noisy tonight that the garbage surrounding them couldn’t completely isolate the plummeting temperature from the annoying noise.

I don’t know when the time has passed, Gretel’s body trembled, and his eyes secretly opened a crack.

The little guy had become accustomed to sleeping next to him, and unknowingly he rolled over from a distance again.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed Gretel’s joyful heart. Then, he closed his eyes and returned to sleep with the warmth of the little guy’s body.

It’s just that Gretel didn’t notice it after his breathing became steady again.

The little dumpling who rolled into his arms secretly opened his eyes, looked at him quickly, then shrank his body and moved three inches closer to Gretel.

…

When Gretel woke up, the little guy was no longer by his side.

He reached out and touched the sunken spot, and found that it was no longer warm. It seemed that the little guy had gone out to find food for them early.

Somehow, after regaining his eyesight and seeing the little guy’s thin body, Gretel felt quite shy.

He, who was basically an adult, had to rely on a child like the little mute to live, which somewhat made him feel a little frustrated.

But there is nothing that can be done for the time being. He has no magic power now and is still a paralytic who is useless than a little mute. Even if he wants to help, he can’t.

Just lying there, his hands were undoubtedly tearing away the garbage within reach.

It wasn’t until the little guy’s rustling sounds woke him up from his musings that Gretel realized that his hands had also gained normal functions.

When the little guy got in, what he saw was a madman who became ecstatic because he had regained his hands.

Seeing Gretel frantically tearing something apart and adapting to the flexibility of his fingers, the little guy suddenly became a little sluggish, and the bloody rat in his hand fell to the ground with a splat.

“Little guy, look, I can move my hands. When I get better, I will take you back to normal society. Trust me, you won’t have to worry anymore.”

Gretel was so focused on joy that he didn’t even notice that the little guy’s eyes had lost their brightness.

Watching the little guy get out, it took a while before he came back with two bowls of hot broth.

Gretel regained feeling in his hands, and finally no longer had to rely on the little guy to feed him.

He stretched out his hand to take the broken bowl that was almost full of soup, but saw the little guy take a step back and firmly hand over the bowl full of shredded pork.

“I will recover soon. There is really no need to give me special treatment anymore…”

But no matter how Gretel explained it, the little guy always looked stubborn.

…

While Grete lamented the little guy’s kindness, he finally noticed something was wrong with him.

Obviously late yesterday night, the relationship between the two showed signs of easing.

Why did the little guy become even more distant from him after he regained consciousness in his hands?

Whenever given the opportunity, Grete never leaves doubts until the next day.

So Gretel spoke directly.

“Little guy, what’s wrong, are you still afraid that I will hurt you?”