Change the world from Hogwarts

Connor is actually very satisfied with his family situation.

His grandfather was stubborn and eccentric, but he taught him a lot of knowledge generously and selflessly. His adoptive mother was even more eccentric, but she also loved him from the bottom of her heart.

If there was any problem, it was probably that the overly obvious purpose they occasionally showed made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

For example, this is the case now.

He could feel the unexplained urgency in his adoptive mother's words.

And it's even weirder when combined.

It feels like his mother wants him to become bad.

Thinking of this, Connor felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"Seriously, do I have to go to Gringotts and grab a galleons to prove myself?"

Even his words became extreme.

The witch just sighed softly:

"That's not the case, I just hope you can protect yourself."

She stretched out her translucent hand and gently touched Connor's forehead.

The cold touch made Connor couldn't help but close his eyes.

"I know, it's just that I don't think it's necessary to always pay attention to the pros and cons of some things, just like when you and the old man brought me home."

"..."

"Although I can't remember what happened before, you did raise me."

"But it's not that we have no demands on you, child, we have also put a lot of pressure on you."

Vaguely, there seemed to be a hint of heaviness in my mother's ethereal voice.

Connor couldn't help but reach out and hold her arm that seemed to have no weight.

"But I'm done, right? But taking a step back, you couldn't have discovered that I have a talent for learning at the beginning, right? But you still saved me... You are the relatives I value."

"..."

"mom?"

Because there was no normal response for a long time, Connor couldn't help but open his eyes, but before he could see the expression on his mother's face clearly, he saw a burst of afterimages coming towards her.

"mom?!"

He couldn't help but raise his voice, as if he wanted to stop something, but there was obviously no chance.

The witch had already hugged him in her arms.

"hiss……"

However, this is not a beautiful touch, it is a little soft, but more of a cold feeling.

It's like falling into an ice cave.

"Let go! Let me go!"

He struggled subconsciously.

My mother is like this, always seizing the right time to use her ghost-like state to play tricks on herself.

But after struggling subconsciously for a moment, Connor discovered that things seemed different from what he thought.

Although her embrace was not warm, it was extremely soft, like a soft gauze caressing her.

This made him realize something was wrong.

Slowly closing his eyes, he felt that he could feel an inexplicable sadness.

This hug and this contact seemed to convey some unusual emotions.

"mom?"

He wanted to see his mother's current expression, but he was just held by her and couldn't see anything at all.

"It's nothing, mom is just...just happy."

When Connor was released, he only saw a bright smile on his mother's translucent face.

She held his cheek again and kissed his forehead.

"I originally thought you would be dissatisfied with me because of what happened in the past."

She spoke, with a sense of reminiscence in her words.

"After all, in the past, the old guy and I could only give you those books and teach you only that knowledge, and there was no way to help you meet some new friends... Mom's friends are not suitable for you to meet either.

"

Just because of this kind of thing?

"how could be."

Connor shook his head.

"I never thought about this kind of thing before. I just kept reading. For me, this is my favorite thing."

Seeing his mother's expression of guilt and uneasiness, Connor couldn't help but add:

"Besides, if you want to make friends, you may have a chance in the future. I'm on my way to school right now. There will be many peers there."

"Well, no matter those other messy things, I still hope you can be happy after all."

"I'm very happy now."

The mother and son just looked at each other and smiled, and the witch reached out and touched her adopted son's face.

Connor just smiled, and when he came back to his senses, he only felt an inexplicable sense of dissonance.

Is something not quite right?

I seemed to be able to vaguely feel that sadness before.

But before Connor could think more, he heard his mother's concerned voice.

"But you should feel cold now."

"Ah...actually it's not bad."

The train of thought that had not yet fully developed was completely interrupted, and all that appeared in front of Connor's eyes was the concerned expression of the witch.

She pointed to the small suitcase placed beside her.

"Let the child out, it can help you keep warm."

‘Gudong’

Accompanied by the witch's voice, the suitcase, which was originally relatively stable, began to shake.

Connor knew that what his mother was talking about was a pet she gave him, nicknamed Phil, which was a somewhat special 'animal'.

Everyone in the family thinks it is very cute, but it has some physical problems, otherwise it would not have to be stuffed in a suitcase that has been casted with a traceless stretching spell.

"I'm afraid this compartment will burst if I let it out, and something will happen."

"It doesn't matter, just let part of it come out. Anyway, the child seems to just want to come out for some air."

"Hmm...that's not impossible?"

Knocking the suitcase lightly, Connor whispered.

"Phil, can you give me something furry? A kitten or something?"

‘Boom’

The suitcase vibrated, as if in recognition.

"Then I'll open it."

‘Click’

He opened the suitcase, but before he could prepare anything, a silver-white figure jumped out of the suitcase.

This shocked Connor directly.

But after coming back to his senses, he only felt warm in his arms.

Different from the mother's coldness that absorbs body heat, the silver-white 'kitten' is using its own temperature to warm him, and its furry body seems to be able to bury a hand completely in it.

"Huh...that's great."

Connor couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

However, before he could enjoy the warmth too much, there were some knocks on the door, which seemed a little impatient.

Connor subconsciously looked at his mother, but her figure gradually became transparent as usual, as if she had completely disappeared.

"Let me see how you handle this situation."

Connor couldn't help but sigh.

"Hold on."

He gently patted the silver-white cat sitting in his arms and motioned for it to come to his shoulder.

And the cat just became a 'scarf', looking very furry. When its head was lowered and its ears drooped, it couldn't even find its face.

"Who is it?"

After adjusting his expression, he asked.

If it was someone like Neville who asked for help, he wouldn't mind helping. Although he was new to the wizarding world, both the express train ticket collector and the chubby little guy who was not good at talking before had left a good impression on him.

The wizarding world must be very friendly!

But when he opened the compartment door, what he saw was not the kind face he expected.

There are three people in total, all of whom are the same age as him.

They were standing right at the door, as if they were blocking the entire aisle.

There were two fat guys, one tall and one short. Their gorilla-like arms left a deep impression on Connor, and the little blond wizard standing in the front almost had the word arrogance written all over his face.

.

What should I say?

He is exactly the classic villain image of a standard brat young master and his two retarded followers.

"So, what's the matter with you?"

But with the attitude of not judging books by their appearance, Connor still asked politely.

"Are you alone?"

After looking at Connor carefully, the arrogant little wizard just asked.

"Well, I'm the only one here."

Although he felt instinctively unhappy with his attitude, Connor still answered.

"Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

He subconsciously looked back at the carriage. The scene outside quickly passed by. The train had been driving for a while.

"Tsk... red hair, what's your name?"

But at this time, the kindness he showed was trampled on the ground.

The young master just asked arrogantly.

"McMab... Connor McMabe, what can I do?"

Sensing something was wrong, Connor's originally gentle tone gradually calmed down.

But for the sake of politeness, he still maintained a basic smile.

However, this last goodwill was trampled on.

"McMab...well, I've never heard of the name...then I'll give you a chance, pack your luggage and go somewhere else. We want this compartment."

There seemed to be no thought of discussion between the words, and the arrogance was revealed from the bottom of his bones.

Seeing this scene, Connor couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

It seems that the wizarding world, which has to hide itself and shrink into a corner, is not as friendly and united as he imagined.

Moreover, there seems to be a very serious problem internally!