Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 142

c141 regain health

It was fine when he didn’t speak. Although the little guy was distant, he didn’t show any special resistance.

As soon as this sentence came out, Gret saw that the little guy seemed to be stimulated, and his face and eyes were full of fear.

Gret really didn’t know that a sentence could cause such great harm to the little guy.

Since he finished speaking, the little guy never raised his head again, but carefully pulled the hat that was about to be pushed open by the horn.

Taking the broken bowl away from Gret, the little mute squeezed out of the gap almost in a hurry.

Until night fell, Gret didn’t wait for him to come back.

However, Gret could sense that the little guy was not far away from the garbage dump.

He was hiding not far from the base, huddled there, and heard the sound as if he was sobbing.

Gret thought about it and felt that he should not stimulate this little guy anymore.

It seems that the little guy’s attitude towards him is very entangled.

On the one hand, he rescued Gret and gave Gret meticulous care.

From the fact that he sleeps on Grete every night, we can see that the little guy is afraid of loneliness.

But at the same time, on the other hand, the little guy’s mind has always been full of vigilance.

Grete guessed that it was probably because of his unique horn.

Whether it is the magic world or the Muggle world, there will always be bad people.

It seems that the little guy has suffered a lot of harm because of this horn.

It is also true that if Grete was not saved by the little guy, he would definitely be curious about the little guy.

Maybe he would not treat him badly like others, but the necessary research is inevitable.

There is nothing wrong with this, otherwise he would not allow Shuguang to conduct so many experiments.

As long as he can realize his ideals, he doesn’t think he shouldn’t do things that don’t break the bottom line.

But after a little empathy with the little guy, Grete can understand the little guy’s vigilance.

It is probably difficult for a child to understand how significant it is to study the secrets of him.

He will only simply understand that these people are using him as a research subject.

Just like those in the Dawn Institute, there are no Death Eaters who are so evil that they deserve to be humanely destroyed.

The opportunity that Grete gave them was to cooperate with the research and give them freedom after a certain number of years.

Even in this contrasting situation, when Grete inspected the institute, he could sense some not-so-good thoughts from their brains from time to time.

This is still the case when they know the meaning behind the research and promise them future freedom.

The little guy is no more than six years old this year.

Whether in the magical world or in the Muggle world, children of this age should still be in the arms of their parents and enjoy their free childhood without worries.

Even the children in the welfare home, including Grete, or the dock children he had seen, were not as miserable as the little mute.

At least, those children still have a place to live, and they don’t have to hide themselves in the garbage dump like the little guy all the time.

Looking at the traces here, he has lived here for quite a long time.

Many things here bear the traces of the little guy’s years.

It is hard to imagine how a baby could have survived a few years earlier.

His horn caused him to suffer discrimination and deception.

Otherwise, the little mute would not have become frightened and shivered in the garbage dump every time a stranger appeared here.

Even if he was afraid, he did not dare to move too much, for fear of attracting other people’s attention.

——

He went through all the things that happened in the past month in his mind, and added the little guy’s daily life.

Gret’s biggest doubt was why the little guy saved him.

The only possible reason could only be Gret’s identity as a wizard.

After all, when the little guy first searched for things from him, his attitude was very rude.

In order to ensure that the important things on his body would not be damaged by his integration of magic particles, Gret always put them in a small bag with a traceless extension spell cast on it.

In order to avoid loss and leakage of magical events.

It is also loaded with a Muggle Confusion Spell to ensure that even if it is lost, Muggles cannot see anything they should not see.

Or it might cause some other chaos.

Coincidentally, the little guy came back to save him shortly after taking away his things.

So Gret had reason to guess whether the little guy was a child who had drifted out of the magic world.

He saved himself, so he was eager to bring him back to the magic world?

But at the same time, because he lived alone, he encountered countless deceptions, which led to him losing trust in other people.

It was okay when Gret didn’t move, after all, he was like a vegetable at that time, even if he had any bad intentions, he couldn’t put them into action.

After regaining his eyesight, he could naturally find the difference in the little guy. The horn, even if it was covered, was too conspicuous.

In addition, after regaining his language function, Gret believed that the little guy must have been deceived by someone because of this appearance.

But it was okay, just the language was restored. As long as the little guy was on guard, Grete still couldn’t do much.

Now it was different. Grete’s hands had returned to normal. The little guy didn’t know how much risk he had to take when taking care of him.

If he really had bad intentions, it would be difficult for such a little guy to break free.

If Grete was in the same situation as the little mute, he would probably be more stressed than him.

Now he could barely keep calm, which was rare for the little guy at his age.

Seeing the wind outside start to whistle again, Grete thought that if he continued like this, he didn’t know if the little guy would get cold or something.

But he couldn’t use words to gain the little guy’s trust.

Every time he didn’t speak, it was okay, but whenever he spoke, the little guy would move away a little.

Seeing that it was late at night, if Grete spoke again, the little guy might have to move himself somewhere.

Grete had to curl himself up and adjust his posture as much as possible to make himself stable.

He estimated that the time was about right, so he snored in a somewhat artificial way, giving the little guy the illusion that he was already asleep.

Sure enough, not long after, the little guy quietly poked his head in and carefully looked at the scene in the shelter.

After a long time, he squeezed in slowly, shivering.

But seeing his frightened state, Gret felt that if he dared to make more inappropriate movements, the little guy would probably run away.

This damn life, which made a little guy like this, Gret cursed in his heart.

But he really couldn’t move.

In the current weather, if he really stayed outside for a night, he would be frozen to death without magic protection.

Not to mention such a little guy, with that small appearance, he would probably be sent to death by the wind and rain overnight.

Seeing that the little guy was still chilly, Grete pretended to sleep uncomfortably and secretly squeezed into the corner, trying to leave him as much of his warm place as possible.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn’t hear any movement from the little guy.

The little guy’s breathing gradually slowed down, and Grete quietly squeezed a slit of his eyes to observe the little guy’s movements.

In the dark corner, the little guy had shrunk up, clamped his hands between his legs, and bent his legs as far as possible towards his chest and abdomen, almost shrinking the whole person into a ball.

Grete felt that today’s behavior had stimulated the little guy a lot.

Feeling his legs gradually regaining consciousness, Grete, who was originally anxious to recover his health, suddenly felt that he had recovered too quickly.

Seeing that the little guy still lacked trust in him, Grete felt that if he recovered his ability to walk tomorrow, he might never see the little guy again.

He also planned to take the little guy back to civilized society, at least, he had to let him live a normal life.

If possible, he also wanted to see if he could help the little guy regain his ability to speak.

Even if he couldn’t, at least he had to be able to communicate normally.

——

The next day, Gret woke up after the little guy made a noise.

But he didn’t open his eyes directly.

Because he felt that the little guy was beside him, as if he was still upset about something.

The hand on his side felt the temperature over there.

Gret instantly understood what happened.

It seemed that after he fell asleep last night, the little guy rolled to his side again without knowing it.

That’s right, in such weather, in a small shelter, besides the little guy himself, there was only Gret, the only source of heat.

The night was cold and the dew was heavy, the temperature was low, and the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm would naturally make the little guy look for a place where he could be warmer.

Although there were some cushions on the corner over there.

But most of the warm things that could trap the temperature were on Gret’s bed.

The little guy packed his things with annoyance, especially covered the horn in his hair with a hat, and then went out again.

Yesterday’s harvest was not much, and they didn’t have any food to eat this morning.

It has been like this for more than a month, and they don’t always have enough food to fill their stomachs.

At most, the two of them didn’t eat any real food for nearly two days, and they mostly relied on the heat brought by hot water.

Listening to the little guy standing outside the shelter to cheer him up, Gret moved his toes carefully.

Then his face was full of surprise. His feeling was not wrong. The body’s recovery speed was getting faster and faster.

The sequelae of being swallowed by the black hole were finally gradually removed by his body.

In fact, the recovery of his legs was not what made Gret the happiest. What made him happiest was that he could sense a trace of weak magic in his body.

For a wizard, the most important thing is magic.

Without magic, they can’t even adapt to life like Muggles.

But as long as there is still magic, even if there is only a trace, it means that he can still do a lot of things.

Just like Grete, when there is no magic, he can’t open the space bag he carries with him, and he can’t improve the lives of the two.

Now he finally doesn’t have to worry about when the two will starve to death in this garbage dump.

Grete was busy mobilizing magic power and looking at the things in his bag.

Fortunately, the black hole did not damage the things here. Whether it was potions, books or other things, they all stayed in their original positions.

The most important thing was that little Groot was still in his original depressed state, holding his wand and falling into a deep sleep.

It really took a lot of energy to rescue Grete last time.

Grete tried many ways but couldn’t wake it up.

He wrote to Newt, and the master of magical animals had no other way.

He only said that little Groot had spent too much energy, which led to his sleep.

But he didn’t have to worry, the Bowtruckle would rely on hibernation to relieve its own injuries.

When its energy is restored, it will wake up.

Listening carefully, making sure that the little mute was far away from here, Grete half-crouched and crawled out of the shelter, and moved his stiff body well.

He stayed in bed for so long, thanks to his strong body, he didn’t become too weak.

After stretching his body, Grete crawled out of the garbage dump.

Not knowing the current situation, he couldn’t waste his limited magic power.

On normal days, he would make way for the things in front of him as soon as he thought.

Not knowing when the little guy would come back, Grete felt that he had to act quickly, at least to find out where he was now.

Then he would try to contact the people of Shuguang. He didn’t know what Shuguang had become in the past month since he disappeared.

After returning to civilized society, Grete looked at the surrounding environment and the clothes of the pedestrians on the street, and he stayed where he was.

Dirty streets, black water everywhere, carriages shuttling on the streets, and low wooden houses all around.

Gentlemen wearing top hats and ladies wearing corsets and small flower umbrellas spoke a language that was familiar to Grete but a little strange…

After careful identification, it was clearly the classical language used in chants.

However, as far as the eye can see, everyone speaks the same language, and they don’t seem to have any discomfort.

However, in modern civilized society, such a cumbersome way of speaking has long been abandoned.

Only those who study classical opera or pastors in church sermons use it.

Grete knows this way of pronunciation.

He learned it from the old pastor in order to go to church with Mrs. Swan and ask for more funding.

After a short period of adaptation, Grete dug out this skill that he hadn’t used for a long time from the depths of his memory.