Chapter 34 The Spell Is Blocked, the Wand Is Disobedient

"Professor Dumbledore, I found a dead unicorn in the Forbidden Forest yesterday. Someone killed it. I don't know who killed the poor little guy.

When it was born, the unicorns held a ceremony for it. It was a little guy full of curiosity about everything. It shouldn't have run to the periphery without the tribe.

When I saw it yesterday, its blood had been drained.

The centaurs have gone crazy. They now forbid everyone to approach the Forbidden Forest. If it weren't for Aragog needing my comfort, even I couldn't go in."

One day in late February, Hagrid walked into Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, "I know, you communicate with the centaurs and see if you can get them to persuade the unicorns to go deeper into the Forbidden Forest."

Before leaving, Dumbledore reminded Hagrid to protect himself.

It was late at night on the weekend when Gretel met Dumbledore.

The phoenix that can change its shape in Hogwarts is Dumbledore's best messenger.

In the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, Fox gently pecked Gret's head and handed him a piece of letter.

The content of the letter was very short, with only one sentence.

"I'll wait for you in the headmaster's office. Let Fox bring you here. Filch won't make things difficult for you. Albus Dumbledore."

Gret left the tower quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

To be honest, after seeing Dumbledore so many times, this was the first time Gret saw Dumbledore looking worried.

Under the dim light, Dumbledore stood in front of the Pensieve with a frown, wondering what he was thinking.

The sound of Gret pushing the door could not wake him up from his meditation.

The portraits of the past headmasters on the wall were covered with curtains, and Gret could hear the sound of the portraits sleeping.

This was the first time Gret saw a portrait sleeping. In the past, he only heard the little wizards from other colleges complain that their portraits who were guarding the door had gone to visit or fell asleep, so they had to travel all night.

Walking in front of Dumbledore, the silver threads representing thoughts in the Pensieve will merge into a galaxy, spinning wildly in the basin.

The Pensieve is not big, wide and flat, hollow, and looks like it is carved from a whole piece of stone. There are many dazzling gems around the basin.

Grete is sure that those gems are inextricably linked to the magic of the Pensieve, because just standing next to the Pensieve, you can feel a strong magic.

"Grete, do you know what I'm thinking?" Dumbledore let out a long breath.

He was not waiting for Grete to answer, because he didn't leave Grete any time to interrupt.

"I'm thinking, if I killed him the first time I saw him, would there be so many disasters in the wizarding world?"

Grete smacked his lips in his heart in annoyance. Yes, if Dumbledore was really the evil White Devil as Voldemort said, he would definitely choose to kill him directly instead of watching him grow stronger.

After all, for Dumbledore, in those years before Voldemort grew up, he could easily crush him, which was no more difficult than crushing an ant.

I remember that in his previous life, he had argued with many people whether Dumbledore was a white devil with ulterior motives.

It was reasonable for a white devil to watch the dark devil grow up in order to maintain his image as a savior who could turn the tide.

Grete never thought so. After all, Dumbledore's status in the wizarding world was obvious to all. After the generation of dark devil stepped down, his status was unshakable.

He didn't need and didn't need to do such a thing extra.

Rather than saying that Voldemort was cultivated by him, it was better to say that Dumbledore regretted that he had not been able to properly pull Tom Riddle onto the right path.

"The first time I saw him, I knew he was a gifted child. At the same time, I also knew that his heart was extremely twisted. Everyone was deceived by him, and I was the only one who was wary of him."

Dumbledore's tone was filled with regret, pity, and many other emotions that Gret could not understand.

Gret thought he would let her see his memories, but Dumbledore waved his hand to close the Pensieve, and the Milky Way in the basin was covered by a cloud of mist and became inconspicuous again.

"He has been awake for at least a week. Hagrid told me that the corpses of unicorns have been found in the Forbidden Forest for several days in a row, and the blood on their bodies has been sucked dry."

After the two sat down, Dumbledore's first words surprised Gret.

Since Christmas, he has gone to see Quirrell at least twice a week, thinking about when Voldemort wakes up, and then giving him the samples he made.

But until he came to see Dumbledore today, Gret didn't know that Voldemort had woken up.

Quirrell still looked unpleasant, hesitating and stammering, and always telling his old adventure stories in class.

"It seems you haven't seen him."

"Yes, I only saw Professor Quirrell, he never showed up once."

"Don't go again before this is over. Just because he didn't hurt you before doesn't mean he won't hurt you in the future. I think he has discovered that you are meeting me."

Gretel always listens to advice. When Dumbledore said that Voldemort had awakened, he had no intention of meeting Quirrell alone again.

No matter what the reason, Voldemort has shown a clear willingness to stay away.

So for the sake of his life, even if he is greedy for Voldemort's knowledge, Gretel will not choose to take risks.

Not to mention that since he realized that his research went the wrong way due to his misleading Muggle thinking, Gretel is now wholeheartedly learning to be a pure wizard.

At least, he should be able to look at the magic world from a wizard's perspective.

Many of the things Voldemort taught him were memorized in a hurry, and he still needs time to learn in depth.

There is still a long time, and he can take his time.

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"Gretel, we know who put the troll in."

Before the exam week, the three little ones came to Gretel with serious expressions.

"It's Snape, he wants to help Voldemort steal the Philosopher's Stone."

In Ron's horrified eyes, Harry said the name, "Harry, can you stop saying that name."

Ron lowered his voice, fearing that he would attract other people's attention.

"We found out that Snape was a Death Eater many years ago and was Voldemort's most trusted subordinate. If Dumbledore hadn't saved him, he would have been imprisoned in Azkaban.

Now I know why he is targeting me everywhere, because Voldemort is back and he wants to express his loyalty."

Harry's face was full of determination, and Ron nodded in agreement.

Hermione obviously had a different opinion from the two children, "Harry, it definitely can't be Professor Snape, he's just a little strict."

"Impossible, it must be him. He also locked me up. From the beginning of school to now, every Friday I have to go to his gloomy office and listen to him scold me for having a brain worse than a troll."

"Harry, that's not detention, that's clearly teaching you how to make potions. Don't you realize that your level in the current potions class is far superior to everyone else?"

Harry was as stubborn as ever and didn't listen to Hermione's explanation at all.

Grete sighed in her heart, maybe this is the impact of the first impression.

After all, from Harry's perspective, from the first time he met Snape until now, he has been subjected to sarcasm and ridicule.

He has never had a good face, even if he prepared the potion from beginning to end without any mistakes according to the textbook.

He still only got Snape's evaluation that he was better than the troll.

But more often, he only got the evaluation that suggested that he change his head to a troll.

It seems that in Snape's heart, he will always be inferior to the troll.

Facing the invitation of the three little ones, Gretel refused.

Not to mention that Harry's investigation direction is wrong, just talking about Voldemort's guidance to him during this period, he can't do things like crossing the river and destroying the bridge.

That's not his temper. In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether the wizarding world is chaotic or not. He just wants to protect his important people.

Even if Voldemort really ruled the wizarding world, he can take the people who are important to him away from disputes and go far away.

Saving the world is a dangerous road, not only for himself, but also for the people he cherishes.

So, he is unwilling and will not take this road.

Ever since he rejected the three little ones, I don't know if they are worried that he will reveal the information to Snape.

Harry and the others never share their information with Gretel again.

Gretel has a quiet time and can study new spells with peace of mind.

Since the last battle with the troll, when he found that he didn't have any offensive spells, Gretel began his own research.

The best defense is offense, whether it is for Muggles or wizards.

Although his self-created Utopia is a strong defensive spell, it does not mean that he can sit back and relax.

For now, his Utopia is still unable to resist the powerful black magic represented by the Unforgivable Curse.

In order to ensure that he will not become a living target, he needs at least one powerful offensive spell, a spell that can give him powerful firepower suppression.

As long as the enemy can't show his head, he can come and go freely under the protection of Utopia.

However, the development of offensive spells was not smooth. The core of his wand was unicorn hair, which naturally repels black magic.

However, the most powerful offensive spells are often inextricably linked to black magic.

So every time he cast a spell that could cause death or injury, his wand would be somewhat out of control.

In order to develop his own offensive spells as soon as possible, Gretel sent a letter to wand master Ollivander.

In Ollivander's reply, it was not so much that unicorn hair repels black magic, but rather that unicorns, such magical animals, are naturally resistant to death.

Perhaps in the world of unicorns, all spells that can cause death or injury are uniformly classified as black magic.

Therefore, the magic materials obtained from it also have this characteristic.

But there is no need to change the wand, because since ancient times, there have been many wands that can cast black magic and have unicorn hair as the core.

3000 has been added, and there will be two more chapters later.

Small theater

Voldemort: What do you mean by "burning bridges before crossing them"? Bullshit. Why didn't you tell me that you were a spy for Dumbledore?

Gretel: There's nothing I can do. I didn't know anything about you at that time. I just knew that you were the Dark Lord.

Who knew that you were really teaching me? I thought you had some ulterior motive.

Only a fool would not find a protective umbrella to covet your knowledge without worrying about safety.

Voldemort: Now that you know that I'm really good to you, why don't you discuss it and follow me?

Gretel: No, I just want to make money cleanly, I don't want to be a third-generation criminal with you.

Voldemort (looking back at the Death Eater): Go ahead, tie him back to me.