Chapter 16 Dumbledore, You Have Done All Kinds of Evil Things

Grete knew that the person Professor Flitwick was talking about was the Slytherin student who had parasitized on the back of someone else's head.

If he called him more intimately, he would even call him Senior Tom, whether it was from Hogwarts, Dumbledore, or even Hagrid's side.

Of course, a certain bald man with no nose would definitely not be willing to talk from Hagrid's side.

After waiting for several days, Grete did not wait as expected. Dumbledore's conversation with him seemed to have left him alone.

Penelope did not show up either, but according to what he had inquired about.

This fourth-year senior sister was particularly out of shape these days, and even burned and exploded the crucible in Snape's potions class.

This behavior was of course evaluated by Snape as a troll, and Ravenclaw earned a solid -10 points.

There was no change in Gretel. He went to class and studied as usual. When he was free, he would go to the sea of ​​books in Hogwarts. When he encountered a problem, he would sneak into Professor Flitwick's office to ask for advice.

He would also take time every day to pay his respects to the principal's office on the eighth floor, but he failed to do so.

Gretel guessed that the world's strongest white devil must be patching up his savior training plan.

In his opinion, even if Voldemort did not appear in Harry Potter's first year, Dumbledore would not let him escape the trials that Harry should have.

At least, a certain greasy-haired tool man must be willing to be the villain in Dumbledore's script.

As for Voldemort's sneaking in, according to Gretel, Dumbledore probably didn't know about it, otherwise, with the temper of the white devil, he would definitely not allow the dark devil to make trouble in Hogwarts.

After all, if the Dark Lord goes crazy, several students may face life and death crisis. According to Dumbledore's temperament, he will definitely nip this kind of thing in the bud.

Of course, although I don't know that Voldemort has mixed in, Quirinus Quirrell is definitely on Dumbledore's watch list.

Putting the current performance of this unfortunate professor together with his performance in school, anyone who is not a fool can find clues.

Don't you see why Gretel is on the training list of almost all professors, but Quirrell is the only one who is kept in the dark.

As for why not all professors are willing to train Gretel, we have to ask the great Divination Professor Sybill Trelawney.

"McGretel, tell me what you saw in the crystal ball." Professor Trelawney's eyes seemed to be shining. She was really looking forward to a student with the gift of prophecy.

"Report to the professor, I saw two palms." Gretel answered truthfully.

"Tell me, what kind of palms, in prophecy, the symbol of the palm can represent many things." Trelawney asked excitedly.

After so many years, finally a student can see the symbol of prophecy from the crystal ball in the first class!

Professor Trelawney was really excited, her tone was even trembling with excitement.

Until she saw Gretel put down the crystal ball and raised her hands, "I saw such palms."

To be honest, Gretel saw for the first time what a person looked like when he was ashamed.

Professor Trelawney's eyes were like an incandescent lamp with a burnt tungsten filament, and suddenly became dim.

That is, from that day on, Gretel was sentenced to death by Trelawney, but he was just an ordinary person without the talent for divination.

It was also from that day that Gretel was banned from attending classes by a professor for the first time.

The door to divination was locked tightly from the inside by Professor Trelawney before it even had time to open a crack.

But it was really not his fault, he really tried his best, but the crystal ball made him dizzy, and he didn't see anything with prophetic images appear.

The flying class was not as interesting as he had imagined. The flying brooms that were about to fall apart due to hair loss really did not provide Gret with a sense of security.

And that broom made his butt hurt. The seat spell on it must have not been optimized for a long time.

He did not experience the soft and comfortable feeling like a sofa in his roommates' homes.

The most important thing was that he did not look handsome at all. Even if flying was a desire rooted in human DNA, Gret did not want to be a wizard knight holding a broom.

After all, the flying in his fantasy was either stepping on a long sword or flying in the wind, looking handsome and impressive. At worst, he could just change to a handsome flying vehicle.

For Gret's fantasy, his roommates booed, "Even the most courageous Quidditch player would not dare to stand up on a broom at will. That would be playing with his own life."

As for the flying spell, they said they had never heard of it.

If it weren't for the fear of scaring these young wizards who had never seen the world, and the fact that a certain person without a nose was lurking in Hogwarts and preparing to cause trouble.

Gretel would definitely swear and ask these young wizards to write letters home and ask their ancestors if they still remember the black smoke flying in the sky.

Or there is a saying that if Tom hadn't grown up crooked, the magic world would have made great strides forward for at least a hundred years.

Look, he had studied and practiced the flying magic that others dared not even think of many years ago, and even developed it into a special symbol that belonged to him.

Sad, Gretel really felt sad. If he had enough knowledge, he would study the flying spell Gretel style by himself.

Or if he was brave, he would sneak into Quirrell's office and point at Voldemort's nose to threaten him to teach him the flying spell Voldemort style, otherwise he would report him to Dumbledore.

But he didn't dare. After all, he didn't consider himself, but also the relatives of St. Mary's Orphanage.

Voldemort couldn't be offended for the time being, and Voldemort, whose Death Eaters were ready to be dispatched at any time, couldn't be offended even more.

Besides, if he dared to threaten the notorious Dark Lord, the most likely outcome would not be compromise, but a desperate Avada.

After all, the Horcrux was not destroyed, and Voldemort was not afraid of death. Voldemort, who had the ability to resurrect, was like the fourth disaster. As long as he didn't die, the more he died, the more he would be.

Too sad. The partner has not appeared, and it is becoming more and more difficult to fleece Professor Flitwick.

I don't know if he got Dumbledore's hint.

Now Professor Flitwick is only willing to guide him to solve the problem little by little, and even spends time with him to start from the most basic magic configuration.

From time to time, he also spits out a sentence with a distinct Dumbledore style of exhortation, a tall building starts from the ground, and laying a solid foundation is what you should do now.

As your teacher, your dean, I have the obligation to lead you on the right path. You have to solve the difficulties yourself. I am responsible for taking you to find the key, and how to unlock it is up to you to figure it out.

Gret really misses Professor Flitwick, who only needs to throw out the problem and throw back the solution soon.

Dumbledore, you have done so many bad things. When I became the headmaster, I deducted your pension and sent you to Nurmengard.

Gret's thoughts are not known to outsiders.

But every time he fantasizes like this, his roommate always feels gloomy and cold, and he wishes he could stay away from him.

It was the weekend again, and Gretel received two letters at the same time, one from Hagrid's Forbidden Forest Hut.

In the letter, Hagrid asked if he was still busy, and wrote that he wanted to take this opportunity to introduce him to Harry.

The other letter was from the girls' lounge in Ravenclaw Tower, Penelope Cruvat, who had been struggling for a week.

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The noseless bald monster (beating the ground): Dumbledore, you have done so many bad things~, if you let me become a professor, I would not have to suffer so much

Gretel (beating the ground): Dumbledore, you have done so many bad things~ and you are Professor Flitwick who always responds to my requests. I feel like I have lost a lot of hair this week, I am really miserable~

Look at each other.

Gretel hugs (crying head) hugs Voldemort.