Change the world from Hogwarts

There is no doubt that the previous potion accident should have been caused by Justin.

He himself is not from a wizarding family, and his knowledge of potions is not as accurate as that of children from a wizarding family. He also lacks the awe he should have for the steps of making potions, and has no idea about all aspects of magic that need to be combined with a wand.

What kind of sensitivity does the drug have?

He randomly confused materials from the wizarding world with ordinary people's chemical experiments, which ultimately led to this little accident.

However, Justin himself did not suffer the consequences, because at the moment before the explosion, Ernie blocked him directly.

"So, if you hadn't blocked it, maybe Justin would be in a better mood now."

Because the incident itself was nothing, and Ernie was recovering, there was no psychological pressure on Connor when he joked.

But Ernie shook his head.

"There is no such thing, let alone who could think so much at that time. He must first ensure the safety of his friends."

Maybe he had been lying there for a long time, so he couldn't help but stretch.

"Besides, it's nothing. There's nothing wrong with me. Don't you think I still remember you now?"

He looked at Justin.

"So it's okay. I'm fine here. Justin, why don't you go back to the dormitory and rest for a while? It's time to have lunch later."

Ernie obviously had good intentions.

He had blocked Justin behind before because they were roommates, friends, and classmates, and he didn't expect anything in return.

But considering the current situation, his handling method is obviously not that appropriate.

Although no one did anything wrong, Connor could see the obvious embarrassment on Justin's face.

Seeing this, Connor spoke:

"Don't look at Ernie like this. In fact, he is very greedy. There is some milk tea, biscuits and cakes in the dormitory. You can bring them over to satisfy his craving. He will be happy to eat something sweet."

"Okay, I'll go now!"

After hearing what Connor said, Justin immediately ran out of the school hospital.

That figure, that speed, it was as if he was afraid that the person involved would return.

In the blink of an eye, Justin had disappeared on the other side of the door, leaving Ernie stunned.

After coming back to his senses, Ernie looked at Connor helplessly.

"It's really yours. I didn't want to trouble him at all."

"This is not a matter of trouble or not, this is your legitimate right, and Justin himself thinks so."

Connor just shrugged.

"If you don't let him do anything and just comfort him, it will make him feel uncomfortable...and if you want him to feel better quickly, just take this opportunity to let him do something within his power.

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"Well...I haven't thought about this kind of thing."

"Believe me, this is always the right thing to do."

Connor just smiled.

"Okay, you can enjoy yourself there, I'll go see Neville and come back later."

Although these words sounded like a complete farewell, in fact, Neville was lying not far away.

When Connor walked around the infirmary, he found that the place where Neville was lying was not far away, about two beds away.

But compared to Ernie who just had amnesia and didn't know what part of his memory he had lost, Neville's condition was obviously worse.

When Connor saw him, his face was bandaged and one of his feet was hung up.

Fortunately, Neville didn't shut up because of this, and even said hello happily.

"Connor! You're here!"

And Neville was obviously not alone here. Connor clearly saw Gryffindor students beside him.

"Although it may be inappropriate to say this now, it seems like you are doing okay...at least you have made a lot of friends, right?"

"Let me introduce it to you."

Although bandages and gauze were wrapped around his head, his mouth was obviously not sealed, and he introduced his new friend enthusiastically.

"These are my Gryffindor friends, and they are also my roommates."

There are four people in total, and it looks like Gryffindor Tower has room for five.

"Ronald Weasley, just call me Ron."

Just as Connor's eyes were wandering around the others, the boy with the same red hair introduced himself first.

"I still remember you. Yesterday you scared the shit out of that Malfoy guy. Well done!"

He is like a small speaker. Once the sound is turned on, the words cannot be stopped.

"He is Seamus, he is Dean, we are all friends of Neville... By the way, let me introduce you."

He looked quite happy and grabbed the shy boy next to him.

"This is the famous Harry Potter, the Harry Potter who defeated that mysterious man!"

Looking at Ron's glorious expression, those who didn't know thought he had defeated the Dark Lord when he was just born.

However, at the age of 11, it is normal to regard knowing famous celebrities as a form of bragging rights.

Then, Connor moved his eyes to the boy wearing glasses.

"Harry Potter?"

"Ah...yes."

Subconsciously pushing up his somewhat worn glasses, he couldn't help but wipe his hands.

"Hello, I am indeed Harry Potter."

"Hello, I'm Neville's friend. I was a little worried that Neville's personality might not fit well in Gryffindor, but it seems like there shouldn't be a big problem with you guys here."

"Well, you and Ernie both went to Hufflepuff, and I ended up in Gryffindor. I don't know why he assigned me to Gryffindor..."

Although Connor remembered that he had praised the other party's courage as early as on the train, Neville had obviously forgotten those things at this time.

He just has an inferiority complex and feels out of place with Gryffindor.

Seeing his helpless and troubled look, Connor knew that Neville's thoughts would not be reversed for a while.

"You ended up in Gryffindor after all. There's no use complaining about this kind of thing Neville... I'm really curious about why you're like this. Is Quidditch the first class in the morning?"

"No, it was Transfiguration class. I accidentally turned a match into a dumbbell and it hit my foot."

"Then your face is..."

"it's me."

Seamus came out and surrendered, looking a little embarrassed.

"I was never able to turn a match into a needle in class. When I got anxious, I blew up the match. Neville happened to be next to me at the time..."

Seamus didn't say any more. The shame and guilt made him cover his face, and in the end it was Ron who completed it.

"Neville was hit in the leg by his own dumbbell. He lost his balance and his face hit Seamus' match."

"Ah this..."

After listening to this, Connor felt a little speechless.

What should I say?

Is this the will of the world?

"Perhaps you are destined to visit the campus hospital."

"right."

A sad expression appeared on his face.

"But fortunately, there are only two classes today. Madam Pomfrey said I can leave after lying here for a few hours."

For a wizard, having an explosion in the face or a broken leg is never a big deal. Just drink a few bottles of potion and rest for a while.

There was also a relatively cheerful atmosphere in the medical room.

But at this moment, a squeaking sound suddenly came from Ron's robe.

That seems to be...

"A rat?"

Under Connor's gaze, a large, hairless rat emerged from Ron's robe.

"That mouse..."

Connor pursed his lips.

At the same time, the cat on Connor's shoulder also opened its blue eyes that had been closed before.