Change the world from Hogwarts

When he fully knew those things, Connor's mood was complicated.

After living in a nearly isolated environment for a long time, he thought that the outside world was an unprecedented fantasy world.

When there are crises and opportunities, he even feels that he should form a 'squad'.

As a result, after opening the door and entering the outside world, I found that the things I saw were completely different from what I thought.

Peaceful and decadent, there is no oppressive tyrant, nor is there any big devil who destroys the world.

It was under this situation that the old man and his mother had expectations for him.

Sometimes, he felt like he was out of breath.

"Have you and the old man forgotten that I am only 11 years old now?"

Never mind whether you think so or not, but it's the truth.

"I really want to sue you for child labor."

"What's this? You must know that the dog that the old man raised before was able to fight with hounds at the age of seven. At your age, he had already learned a good martial arts."

Should it be said that there is a gap in concepts?

It seems that my mother still maintains a very ancient view.

In fact, the old man is like this too.

In their eyes, the place called school has only one thing of value: those students.

"You need friends, Connor."

"Yes, yes, I understand. In order to achieve that goal, we must have like-minded companions..."

Connor couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples.

"I know."

"Actually, it's not just that. I also hope you can make some friends. Anyway... have fun. It's a school after all, although I didn't have much of a school at that time."

"I can't be happy anymore."

Connor replied casually.

"I am fed so much knowledge by you every day, and now I am unconsciously worried about the future of wizards."

Why are the wizards in this world so miserable?!

Lying on the table, Connor just wanted to roar loudly.

But before he could do anything else, his beautiful mother reminded him.

"Attention, there seems to be someone at the door."

"ah?"

Connor came back to his senses. He looked at his mother, but her translucent figure disappeared.

This made Connor feel a little surprised.

"mom?"

Did you just run away?

Feeling that he could no longer capture her figure, Connor even began to subconsciously explore.

He reached out and patted the seat next to him.

"mom?"

And at this moment, his compartment door at the rear was opened, and what appeared was a chubby little man with a round face.

His smiling face was red and full of impatience and uneasiness.

"gentlemen!"

"Hmm? What can I do?"

Connor quickly lost the helplessness on his face and asked with a smile.

"gentlemen!"

"Um."

"gentlemen!"

"Um???"

After being called that three times in a row, Connor felt that he could hardly hold back his expression.

What is this? Who is he?

How is this going?

He could tell that the boy was very anxious, but he couldn't speak and seemed to be very afraid of strangers.

Looking at his face carefully, Connor always felt like he could find the corresponding name.

Then, an idea flashed in my head.

He must be right, right?

"Did you lose a toad?"

If I remember correctly, it should be like this, right?

"Yes! Yes! Sir! Have you seen my Leif?"

The little fat man's whole face turned red, and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.

"Is Leif here?

"No, not really."

In fact, Connor had made a gaffe before, but fortunately the boy in front of him didn't seem to notice.

"But you can describe what your toad looks like, and I think it shouldn't be too much trouble to find it."

Connor casually pulled out a hazel branch wand from his sleeve.

"I'm thinking of a spell..."

"Wow, you actually know how to cast spells now?"

"Yes, but I'm not very used to using this kind of small wand and spells. It's also different from what I usually learn."

Connor was thinking about it, not quite able to adapt to it, and even a little dissatisfied because of it.

But the little chubby guy didn't notice this.

"That's awesome."

He was just flattering, sincerely, without any falsehood, and even a little envious.

But Connor didn't pay much attention to it. He still recalled these things that he was not very familiar with:

"I remember that the spell should be...ah, yes, the flying spell."

After confirming that the spell was correct, he looked at the boy again.

"Are you sure it's Leif? Is this the name you gave it?"

"Yes, this is a gift my uncle gave me originally to congratulate me on being qualified to enter Hogwarts. I have always..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Seeing that the little chubby guy in front of him was about to describe a story about him again with his not very clever words, Connor quickly stopped him.

"What I need is some characterization."

"It's a toad, it...its body is full of bumps and bumps."

Are you sure this counts as a feature?

Aren’t all toads like this?

"It...it."

However, looking at the poor child's slurred speech, you can see how bad his language skills are.

"Okay, okay, okay, I understand. Although I can't completely pinpoint the specific target, there is a name that should be close."

Connor still remembers that toads are no longer very popular as pets.

In the past, wizards chose toads as pets because they had excellent potion value and were purely out of efficiency considerations. But now not many people would bring them. It is said that the supplies for various courses will be provided by the school.

So here comes the question:

Aren’t cats cute and intelligent?

Are owls impractical?

Why toad?

Well, the kid in front of me brought a toad.

"Watch your surroundings."

After reminding him, Connor slowly waved his wand.

"Here comes Leif."

"Quack!"

In an instant, a toad flew over from nowhere.

It appeared completely out of thin air, and its screaming voice told of its bewilderment.

Before it could recover, it was caught in the hand.

"See if it's this one."

"Leifu!!!"

The child carefully held the toad in his arms, as if holding a treasure.

"Thank you."

Holding the toad named Leif in one hand, the little chubby guy held Connor's hand and tried his best to express his gratitude.

"If Lefu gets lost, I don't know how to face my grandma and uncle. Thank you, ah, um... may I ask your name?"

"Connor, Connor McMahon."

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom. Thank you very much, thank you very much."

After a while, the grateful little boy hugged his beloved toad and left.

After he left, Connor closed the compartment door tiredly.

Neville had held the toad before, causing the mucus secreted by the toad to smear his hand, and then he held Connor's hand, which also caused his hands to be covered with mucus.

"Really."

After sighing softly, he waved his wand again.

"Cleaned up."

"Look, isn't this kind of thing very simple?"

When Connor came back to his senses, he saw his adoptive mother appearing in the original seat again.

Her plump thighs overlapped, and the leg on top swayed, looking extremely leisurely.

"A little help can gain others' gratitude, and these children represent countless families, whether they are wizards or ordinary people."

She seemed to have a grand picture in her eyes, but before she could fully unfold it, Connor retorted.

"I didn't think about it that much. I just wanted to help him. It's just a little effort."

"Yes, it's easy to do."

The adoptive mother had no intention of refuting what Connor said, but Connor frowned.

"Are we really talking about the same thing?"

"Why not?"

"Are you pretending to be stupid?"

This is obviously the opposite, and Connor doesn't want to argue with his mother.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't want to say anything more.

Without waiting for her to respond too much, Connor dug out a book he bought from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and started reading.

Seeing Connor's silent actions, the witch gradually lost the smile on her face.

"Connor, in this world, a smart bad boy has a much better life than a good boy. He doesn't have to worry about so many things. He is more relaxed and comfortable, and can even be more decisive."

It sounds reasonable.

But...

"What mother would expect her child to become bad?"

After putting down the book that he couldn't read at all, Connor couldn't help but complain.