Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 141

c140 Inexplicable alienation

Grete didn’t understand why the little mute’s eyes were always timid. After more than a month of getting along, his eyes were still full of vigilance.

What was even more confusing was why he came back even though he was obviously scared.

And as always, he insisted on feeding him all the good things he found, leaving him only a piece of bread that had obviously begun to harden.

He didn’t seem to know how to seek benefits and avoid harm.

After all, after discovering that Grete had recovered his eyesight, he no longer approached him as close as before.

The arm stretched as far as possible was the proof.

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

It was hard to imagine what he had experienced to be so suspicious now.

Grete tried his best to keep his eyes away from the unicorn hidden in the hat.

But the space here was so small that his eyes were always attracted by moving things.

If he didn’t look at the unicorn, he could only look at the little guy.

But the little guy’s eyes kept wandering, and for some reason he was afraid to look at Grete.

When Grete finished eating, the little guy didn’t snuggle up to him and eat slowly as usual.

He hid timidly in the farthest place from Grete, silently chewing the remaining dry bread.

Looking at the little mute who was so nervous that his breathing became a little abnormal, Grete didn’t know what to do for a while, and could only close his eyes tightly.

Try to create an environment for the little guy to make him feel comfortable.

At first, Grete would wonder if the little mute was socially anxious.

Later he found that this was not the case. The little guy was definitely not a simple social anxiety.

He didn’t have the fear of social tension, but showed visible vigilance.

He was wary of everything he could touch.

Not only people, but also the noises made by snakes, insects, rats and ants in the garbage dump when they moved around could scare him.

Before Grete regained his sight, whenever there was movement around him and the little guy stuck to him, his body would tremble uncontrollably.

Before he saw the little guy’s appearance, Grete didn’t understand, but now he probably guessed it.

Because even he, who had stored several libraries in his brain, had never seen a humanoid unicorn.

Not to mention other people.

Whether it was the magic world or the Muggle world, the little guy was the one and only existence.

The Muggle world was better. If it hadn’t met those crazy researchers, the little guy would at most be discriminated against, or bought and sold into the circus to act as a clown for people to amuse themselves.

In the magic world, it was not that simple.

Anyone with a little knowledge, whether white wizard or black wizard, would not miss the little guy, a magical creature that had never been seen before.

Of course, the Muggle world was better than the magic world in a limited way. It was just relatively safer.

Otherwise, the little guy would not have lived in this garbage dump and used it as a base.

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

Because there is no such a large garbage dump in the magic world, or rather, there are very few such things as garbage dumps in the entire magic world.

Wizards scattered around the world cannot create so much garbage.

Even if there is garbage, a spell is cast, and the magic power is waved, and the magic power is instantly cleaned wherever it reaches.

The little guy eats slowly, but such a small piece of bread, no matter how much he cherishes it, it is only a matter of three or two bites.

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

But today is obviously different. After the little guy finished eating, he put Grete down from the sitting position, and then shrank back to the previous corner.

Carefully curled himself up and closed his eyes tightly.

Grete tilted his head and saw the little guy’s eyes moving 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 true identity of the little guy in his heart.

Ignoring the horn on his head, only looking at other places.

Whether it is 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 that some evil research madman conducted inhumane human experiments on the little guy.

But his blood does have the function of a unicorn.

If human experiments can give people the ability of a unicorn, I believe that person must not be unknown. At least, in the classics handed down by the nobles, some plausible clues can be found.

But there is none.

Whether it is historical records or word of mouth of wizards, there is no mention of such information.

Moreover, even in myths and legends, there has been no story of unicorns turning into humans.

This ignited Grete’s curiosity.

Is the little mute a human child with the ability of a unicorn?

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

For Grete, both situations are crucial to the whole world.

If the former can be understood thoroughly, it will promote society no less than the portal that will appear in the future.

If it is the latter, Grete must re-examine this world full of secrets.

If unicorns can become humans, then elves? Fairies? Or powerful dragons?

If it is extended to the whole world, how many alien species will live in the streets and alleys of this world with human appearance.

Grete knows very well that the little guy can feel his scrutiny.

Because when Grete’s eyes are on him, the little guy who is pretending to sleep will suddenly become stiff.

But no matter which situation, Grete has no right to repay the little guy who saved him from the brink of life and death.

This is contrary to the education he has received.

Grete has doubted whether there will be a conspiracy here.

Is everything he is experiencing now a big net woven by some people hiding in the dark?

But after careful consideration, he dispelled this thought.

For no other reason, just because of the accidental nature of this matter.

Even if there is a conspiracy, at least the panel is not controlled by them.

If the panel is also part of this conspiracy, Grete can type GG in laughter.

Speaking of which, all his achievements to date are inseparable from the panel.

Admittedly, he did work hard enough and basically abandoned all entertainment life.

He devoted himself to studying wholeheartedly.

But if there was no help from the panel, he should still be studying hard in Hogwarts.

Try to ensure that he can get a satisfactory result in the final wizard exam to help himself have a higher starting point after graduation.

However, now, he started from scratch, founded Grete Communications, led Dawn, and brought Voldemort to justice.

He even climbed to the peak of the magic world at the age of a teenager and became a person who could confront Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in history.

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

Let’s ask, if there is no panel, can he really do what he is now?

Grett carefully estimated himself and could only shake his head helplessly in his heart.

So, nearly 90% of his current achievements are brought by the panel.

If there is really someone behind the panel who can manipulate the panel, Grett doesn’t have to consider anything else.

It’s hard to imagine that such a person would do such a boring thing.

If it were him, with such an unparalleled ability, why would he bother.

Anyway, no one can resist, so naturally he can do whatever he wants, why bother with these twists and turns.

A person who can play with the world in his palm will not care about the little ideas of ants, nor will he specially compile a drama for ants.

Just like Grett said when he met with Penelope, if we are strong enough, there is no need to play any things like taking chestnuts from the fire and driving tigers to swallow wolves.

At that time, our thoughts are the rules for the operation of the world.

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After discarding the conspiracy theory, Gret felt that his mind was clear.

He looked at the little mute with gratitude.

Yes, let alone anything else, just the meticulous care of the little mute for more than a month, he no longer had a doubtful position.

Not knowing whether he had figured things out, Gret felt that the panel struggled to move.

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

After more than a month without speaking, Gret’s voice was full of dryness.

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

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

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

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

Gret’s show of goodwill not only did not let him let down his guard, but he leaned against the wall more carefully.

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

Alas, Gret sighed.

Forget it, let’s try to call out [Same Source] with [Iron Will].

The little guy must have been deceived many times, so he is full of vigilance against everything in this world.

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

Then use your actual attitude to slowly gain the trust of the little guy.

Gret urged for most of the night, until he was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

The wind tonight was too noisy, and the garbage that tightly surrounded them could not completely isolate the sudden drop in temperature and annoying noise.

I don’t know when it was, Gret’s body trembled, and his eyes secretly opened a crack.

The little guy has been accustomed to sleeping beside him, and unknowingly rolled over from a distance again.

The slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed Gretel’s happy heart. Then, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with the warmth of the little guy.

But Gret didn’t notice that after his breathing became stable again.

The little ball that rolled into his arms also secretly opened his eyes, quickly looked at him, and then shrank his body and moved three points closer to Gret.

…

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

He reached out and touched the sunken place, and there was no temperature. It seemed that the little guy had gone out to find a way to make a living for them.

I don’t know why, after regaining his eyesight, after seeing the little guy’s thin body, Gret felt quite ashamed.

He was a guy who was basically an adult, but he had to rely on the little mute to live, which made him feel a little frustrated.

But there was no way for the time being. He had no magic power now, and he was still a paraplegic who was even less useful than the little mute. Even if he wanted to help, he couldn’t help.

He just lay there, and his hands were undoubtedly tearing the garbage within reach.

It was not until the rustling sound of the little guy in and out woke him up from his meditation that Gret realized that his hands had also gained normal functions.

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

Watching Gret tearing something madly and adapting to the flexibility of his fingers, the little guy suddenly became a little sluggish, and the bloody mouse in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

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

Gret was so happy that he didn’t notice that the little guy’s eyes had lost their brilliance.

After watching the little guy get out, it took a long time before he came back with two bowls of hot broth.

Gret’s hands regained consciousness, and he finally didn’t have to rely on the little guy to feed him.

He reached out to take the broken bowl that was almost full of soup, but saw the little guy took a step back and handed over the bowl full of shredded meat firmly.

“I will be healthy soon, there is really no need to give me special treatment…”

But no matter how Gret explained, the little guy was stubborn.

…

While Gret was impressed by the kindness of the little guy, he finally realized that something was wrong with him.

Obviously, the relationship between the two had shown signs of easing in the second half of the night last night.

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

As long as there is a chance, Gret will never leave doubts until the next day.

So Gret spoke directly.

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