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

Kunlun is too big after all. After walking around for a long time, the little guy also learned a lot about it.

But even if they only looked at it roughly for a short while, after a long time, they could only look at less than half of it.

In addition, various colleges are scattered on different hills on weekdays, and most of the time is spent on the road.

Seeing that it was getting late and the time was approaching dark, Gretel returned to the main hall of the main peak of Kunlun with the little guy who was dizzy but still reluctant to leave.

A sumptuous dinner has been prepared for them.

To be honest, Grete almost burst into tears when he saw the dishes in front of him filled with dishes from his hometown.

God knows how a native-born Oriental can persist in England.

Perhaps this is forced by reality.

Before he was admitted to Hogwarts, he could only relax his mind and eat and drink well during festivals.

On weekdays, I can basically just mix in and fill my stomach.

Just like that, before he was able to go out, he would have to go without food for a few days every month.

When he got older, he learned how to speak in arias from an old priest.

By pretending to be young and cute, they were able to coax the church that allocated money to the orphanage to allocate more supplies to them.

When he was older, he would run out to sell flowers by himself, relying on sweet words and many ladies to earn some pocket money, so that he could add some meat to his younger brothers and sisters from time to time.

However, Great Britain is famous all over the world, firstly because of the wealth accumulated through the empire on which the sun never sets, and secondly because of its indescribable delicacies.

France, bordered by the sea, is the home of European cuisine.

Sometimes I wonder if the countless wars between Britain and France may have been caused by the aristocratic gentlemen wanting to use the delicacies from the opposite side to turn them into their own heritage.

Looking at the chicken, duck and fish on the table in front of him, fried and stewed, Gretel was filled with happiness.

Grete is like this, let alone the little guy next to him.

He just felt like he was dreaming.

The king and nobles probably only had this kind of food every day.

Seeing the little guy's shocked look, Gretel suddenly laughed and rubbed his head casually.

"Eat quickly and try my hometown food."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Gretel suddenly felt sad.

Not anymore, he is no longer of the Yanhuang bloodline of the motherland.

Whether it was the brown hair and brown eyes of the past, or the mysterious silver hair and silver eyes of the present, or the deep-set eye sockets, protruding cheekbones, and high bridge of the nose, they all reminded him.

Now he is the foreigner he once said he was.

The moment I realized this, the long-lost excitement of staying with my compatriots was defeated by the melancholy welling up in my heart.

The delicious food in my mouth also became tasteless at this moment.

It even tastes a little sad.

The little guy didn't know why. He didn't understand why Brother Gretel looked so sad when there were so many delicious and beautiful delicacies in front of him.

Adults are always so weird.

The little guy stuck a piece of crystal-clear meat with a fork and brought it to Grete's mouth.

"Eat, eat delicious food, and you won't be sad."

Gretel smiled apologetically and opened his mouth to accept the taste of hometown.

"Thank you, little guy, I'm fine, just eat quickly."

Seeing Gretel become happy again, the little guy sucked the saliva that was about to overflow from the corner of his mouth and nodded heavily.

He leaned down and feasted.

However, he didn't understand. When Gretel looked at the specially prepared cutlery and cutlery on the table, he let out an almost inaudible sigh.

The main hall on the main peak of Kunlun is the most important administrative center of Kunlun.

In addition to the meeting hall, there are many other buildings here.

There is a supervisory college similar to the Academic Affairs Office, a treasury in charge of finances, an examination college that evaluates grades and approves graduation, and many other departments that are full of characteristics of the central country.

Of course, in such a big place, there is no shortage of guest rooms.

The place where Grete and the others are now is the guest room specially arranged for them.

Meals are also delivered directly to their rooms.

Gretel felt that they were trying to save face for guests coming from afar.

After all, the little guy's eating appearance is really not very elegant.

Naturally, Grete, who came out of the sad mood, was not much better.

Great Britain in the seventeenth century was very different from England at the end of the twentieth century.

The modern England that once dominated the world was criticized for its diet.

Not to mention that the famous name "The Sun Never Sets" is still embedded in the laurel crown of Spain. Today, Great Britain is still a bullied little brother.

Two years ago, I was severely beaten by my eldest brother at sea.

For more than a month, they have been eating air and hot water most of the time, and black bread is not always available.

No wonder, when the little guy killed the mouse, he had a vicious attitude.

If it were Grete, living in a different place, Grete felt that he would be like this.

When a person is hanging on the edge of starving to death at any time, not to mention rats or insects are rare nutrients.

Kunlun may not know their situation, but after so many years of experience, they do know.

In the barbarian lands outside, there is little foundation for building a food civilization. Except for the Central Country, most people's life is just to have a full stomach.

Just like Hogwarts, no matter how the two of them ate, the food on their plates basically didn't decrease.

Just after finishing the plate, in the blink of an eye, new food was served.

Probably because there were two children eating today, the drinks they served were all refreshing fruit drinks, and there was no such thing as alcohol.

Grete himself didn't actually realize it. Later, when they were sitting at the same table, the old man mysteriously took out a small bamboo tube and showed it to Grete.

Only then did he realize that Kunlun had considered everything comprehensively.

It was rare for him to be taken care of, so Grete hurriedly thanked him, and then firmly refused the old man's invitation to have a drink with him.

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"Are you full?"

Gretel half-leaned on the edge of the chair and asked with worry in his eyes.

The little guy has been eating it since the beginning.

He was beginning to burp, but he kept stuffing it into his mouth.

My belly also gradually changed from flat to rounded.

Seeing the little guy nodding, he kept filling his mouth with one hand.

Grete stopped him quickly. It was unnecessary. It was really unnecessary. Don't eat people just for the sake of food. It's not worth it to eat someone bad.

Although for a wizard, it would not be overwhelming, after all, a digestive spell or a bottle of digestive potion can quickly relieve this discomfort.

The little guy stopped reluctantly.

Seeing him burping non-stop, Grete quickly checked to make sure he was not stretched out.

He threw a digestive spell angrily, and the little guy's belly slowly became flat.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled sweetly at Gretel.

The objects on the table also began to disappear one by one, in order of their disfavor.

It was just that there was some hesitation in removing the plates, and it seemed that as soon as Grete and the others started eating again, they would start the table again.

After several years of Hogwarts career, Gretel has long been accustomed to this way of dining.

I just don’t know if Kunlun also uses house elves.

But I thought about the various rare and strange animals and magical plants I saw in Kunlun today.

Regardless of their function, their appearance is very resistant to attack. There is no way, the Central Kingdom basically controls their appearance, and it is difficult for them to keep unsightly things at home.

Thinking back to the house elf's appearance, it was indeed not very beautiful, and Gretel didn't know it for a moment.

However, Gretel is familiar with it. The little guy has been living outside the magical world since he was a child, and he is not used to it yet.

Seeing the delicacies on the table that the king probably wouldn't even have the chance to taste, they disappeared one by one.

The little guy panicked all of a sudden. He planned to save it to eat with Brother Gretel tomorrow.

He ate so hard just now, firstly, it was really delicious, and secondly, the food on the plate kept filling up, and he thought he could fill his stomach with more today.

Just leave a little more for tomorrow.

Who knows if it will be automatically replenished tomorrow!

If he had known that the food would disappear, he should not have stopped. Even if he died, it would be much better than starving to death.

Grete didn't notice for a moment, and the little guy grabbed the food on the table again.

But this time he didn't put it into his stomach. He just motioned to Grete to join him and save these things as their food reserve.

After being together for so long, Gretel still knew what he meant by such a simple thing.

I couldn't help but feel sad, it was not like he had never been hungry.

But even at the worst time, he was not like the little guy who always worried about what he would do the next day.

Worrying about whether one day I will starve to death.

Grete didn't stop him, watching the little guy anxiously stuffing all kinds of greasy food into his clothes.

Until he couldn't hold it anymore, he took the food that reappeared and started stuffing it into Grete's hands.

When neither of them had any pockets, the little guy finally calmed down.

Only then did Grete speak with a look of love on his face.

"Don't worry, you won't be hungry again. I promise you, you won't have to stock up on food anymore."

After a long time, the little guy cried out under Grete's concerned eyes and gentle touch.

He hugged Gretel tightly until he cried until he was out of breath.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you will leave me behind, I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch the mouse, I'm afraid that one day I will have nothing to eat and starve to death..."

Grete did not blame or explain.

After all, he is not from this era. Sooner or later, he will have to return to his own era and do what he should do.

Even if he took the little guy away this time and went to America.

Regardless of whether he will be in danger or not, he still has the strength to protect such a little guy.

But what if, what if one day he suddenly opens his eyes and he goes back.

At that time, the little guy was living alone in America. How was he supposed to survive alone?

America, this place, has been troubled ever since it was discovered.

Those who burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil for the sake of wealth turned the place into a miserable hell.

From now on, there will be no time to stabilize in the next hundred years.

Even in modern times, when it has become the largest continent in name and in fact, it is not much better.

The 'sweet' air cannot cover up the smell of decay. A country built through plunder is not a good place to be.

Not to mention that now, there are still a large number of dark wizards who are not scrupulous about meat and vegetables, following Muggles to the "land of freedom" to cause trouble.

Gretel really couldn't bring the little guy over so irresponsibly.

He couldn't walk away with peace of mind.

After his strength gradually recovered, Gretel felt that the seemingly silent panel was actually continuing to exert energy, waiting for an opportunity to take him away.

He didn't know when the opportunity would come, what if it was tomorrow.

Kunlun is better.

At least their aboveboard attitude reassured Gretel a lot.

After all, even if they have intentions, they are targeting themselves in the future modern society.

The little guy has no chance of being implicated by them, of course, if the little guy survives to his time.

Eighty percent of them are much more powerful than him.

But it shouldn't be, after all, he has lived for so many years, and apart from his own struggle, he really has no background to speak of.

It seems that the little guy should have died or disappeared in the long river of history.

Finally, the little guy had enough crying, and he put his hands behind his back in embarrassment, and rubbed the oil stains on his hands on his clothes in embarrassment.

There was also obvious oil stains on Grete's robe.

Touching his head, with his apologetic eyes, Gretel shook his fingers and cleaned up, wiping away the dirt on the two people.

The food packed by the little guy was also taken away by Grete.

"Before I leave, I have to get some space equipment for the little guy. It's not a big deal to keep stuffing things into clothes like this."

It seems that we have to seek help from Kunlun again.

After all, although Gretel knew the traceless stretching spell, he still did not have the materials on hand to make space equipment.

After crying for a while, the little guy's shadows were obviously reduced a lot, and he looked much brighter. His often frowning brows were finally relieved a lot.

It's not like in the past, where we were always so bitter and resentful.

The food on the table began to disappear again, and the little guy was no longer excited. He imitated Gretel's posture and quietly watched them disappear one by one before his eyes.

Yes, Brother Gretel said, there will be food tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about being hungry every day from now on.

He believed in Gretel more than he believed in himself.

After all, this is the first person he has treated truly well in all these years.

He can feel it.

That is, it would be great if brother Gretel could not leave, or take him with him.

If possible, if he could eat one meal in one day, no, two or three days, he would be able to accept it.

Just when he was quietly observing Gretel's silver eyes with sideways eyebrows.

There was a knock on the guest room door.