Gretel, of course, knew that someone Professor Flitwick was talking about, the dead Slytherin student who had parasitized the back of someone's head.

If he shouted closer, he would even call someone Tom, whether it was from Hogwarts, Dumbledore, or even Hagrid.

Of course, a bald man with no nose would be willing to take Hagrid's side of the story.

After waiting for several days, Gretel didn't wait for the conversation between Dumbledore and him, as if he had just let him go.

Penelope didn't show up either, but according to what he inquired.

The fourth-year senior was exceptionally absent these days, and even blew up the cauldron in Snape's Potions class.

This behavior certainly received Snape's praise as a troll, and earned Ravenclaw a solid -10 point.

Gretel didn't change, he went to class as usual, went to Hogwarts to swim in the books when he was free, and slipped to Professor Flitwick's office to ask for advice when he had a problem.

By the way, I took time every day, and I couldn't move to the principal's office on the eighth floor to say goodbye, but I didn't get my wish.

Glitter guessed that the strongest White Devil in the world must be patching his savior cultivation plan.

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

At the very least, some oil-headed tool man must be willing to be the villain in Dumbledore's script.

As for Voldemort's involvement, according to Gretel, Dumbledore didn't know about it, otherwise the White Lord's temper would definitely not allow the Dark Lord to make trouble at Hogwarts.

After all, if the Dark Lord went crazy, it was impossible to say how many students would face a life-and-death crisis, and according to Dumbledore's temperament, he would definitely nip this kind of thing in the bud.

Of course, it was not known that Voldemort had been involved, but Quirrell must have been on Dumbledore's watch list.

Put the unlucky professor's current performance together with his performance in school, as long as you are not a fool, you can find the clue.

You don't see, why Gretel has entered almost all the professors' training lists, and Quirrell alone is still kept in the dark.

As for why not all professors are willing to train Gretel, ask the great divination professor Sybil Trelawney.

"Mike Gretel, tell me what you see in the crystal ball." Professor Trelawney's eyes seemed to be shining, she was looking forward to a student with a gift for prophecy.

"Report, Professor, I saw two palms." Gretel replied truthfully.

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

After so many years, is there finally a student who can see the symbol of prophecy in the crystal ball in the first lesson?

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

Until she saw Glitter put down the crystal ball and raised her hands, "I saw palms like this." ”

Truth be told, Gretel saw what it was like for the first time to see a man's heart like ashes.

Professor Trelawney's eyes were like incandescent lamps that had burned out a tungsten filament, and suddenly they became dull.

That is, from that day on, Glitter was sentenced to death by Trelawney, but he was just an ordinary person with no talent for divination.

It was also from that day that Gretel was forbidden to sit in by a professor for the first time.

Before the door to divination could even open a crack, it was locked shut from the inside by Professor Trelawney.

But he really wasn't to blame, he really tried his best, but the crystal ball didn't make him dizzy until he looked at it, and he didn't see anything with prophetic imagery.

Flying lessons weren't as interesting as they might have imagined, and the flying broomsticks that had fallen apart really didn't give Gretel a sense of security.

And the broom, his ass hurts when he sits, and the seat spell on it must have not been optimized for a long time.

I didn't experience the comfort of the sofa in their home that my roommates boasted about.

The main thing is that he doesn't look handsome at all, even if flying is a human desire ingrained in his DNA, and Glitter doesn't want to be a wizard knight with a broom in his hand.

After all, the flying in his fantasy is either stepping on a long sword, or Feng Xu's wind, fairy wind bones, handsome and compelling, no matter how bad it is, it is acceptable to change to a handsome flying car.

For Gretel's fantasy, only to be greeted with a boo from his roommates, "Even the most daring Quidditch players don't dare to stand up on the broom at will, it's a joke with their own lives." ”

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

If it weren't for the fear of scaring this group of young wizards who had never seen the world, plus a certain one who had no nose, he would be lurking at Hogwarts now preparing to make trouble.

Glitter would have sworn a vow to send the young wizards home to consult their fathers and grandparents, and remember a cloud of black smoke flying in the sky.

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

No, the flying magic that others can't think of, he has studied and practiced many years ago, and even developed into his own special symbol.

Worried, Glitter really felt worried, but as long as he had enough knowledge, he would study the Flying Charm Gretel by himself.

Or if he had the audacity to go into Quirrell's office and point at Voldemort's nose and threaten him to teach him the Flying Charm (Voldemort's unique form), or denounce him to Dumbledore.

But he didn't dare, after all, not thinking about himself, but also about the relatives of St. Mary's Welfare Home.

Voldemort could not be offended for the time being, and Voldemort, who was always at the disposal of the Death Eaters, could not be offended.

Besides, if he dares to threaten the notorious Dark Lord, there is a high probability that it will not be a compromise, but a one-shot Arvada.

After all, the Horcrux is not destroyed, Lao Fu is not afraid of death, and Lao Fu with the ability to resurrect is like the fourth natural disaster, as long as he can't die, the more I die, the more waves I will have.

It's too sad that the partner hasn't shown up, and Professor Flitwick's wool is getting harder and harder.

I don't know if I got Dumbledore's signal.

Now Professor Flitwick is only willing to guide him to solve the problem little by little, even at the expense of time, taking him from the most basic magic configuration to the beginning.

From time to time, he spit out a sentence, with a distinct Dumbledore-style exhortation, thousands of tall buildings rise from the ground, and laying a good foundation is what you should do now.

As your teacher, your dean, I have the obligation to take you on the right path, and the difficulties must be solved by yourself, and I am responsible for taking you to find the key, and how to open the lock, it is up to you to figure it out.

Glitter really misses Professor Flitwick who threw out the problem himself and came back with a solution not long after.

Dumbledore, you've done all the bad things, and the day I became headmaster, I withheld your pension and sent you to Newmengard.

Gretel's thoughts are not understood by outsiders.

But whenever he fantasizes like this, his roommate always feels gloomy and windy, and he can't wait to leave far away.

Another weekend, Gretel received two letters at the same time, one from Hagrid's Forbidden Forest.

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

The other is from the girls' lounge in the Ravenclaw Tower, where Penelo Kerriot has been struggling for a week.