Connor's Hogwarts

"It's coming out! It's coming out!"

real world.

Alice's body suddenly lit up with black and white light, and the professors who were a little impatient in waiting looked over excitedly.

"Severus, catch Connor." Dumbledore flicked his wand, and a blue light was pulled out of Alice and thrown towards Snape, who was guarding Connor. Pu raised his wand, and one after another, the blue light melted into Connor's body.

Dumbledore and Pope Huguet stood on both sides of Alice and began to cast spells at the same time. The Pope's staff lit up with intense light and enveloped Alice. Now, he wanted to "lead" the angel in among the cards.

Suddenly, the Pope's expression changed: "Not good!"

Dumbledore also looked shocked: "Get away!"

Something seemed to have happened unexpectedly.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the Pope was moved horizontally by him for several meters. The holy light on Alice also disappeared. A black shadow emerged from Alice and entered the card above her head. Alice But I am emitting a faint white light.

"What's going on?" Snape helped Connor up and asked. The professors also frowned and looked at Dumbledore.

"Did it succeed?" Professor McGonagall was a little nervous.

Dumbledore frowned: "The angels have been separated."

"But not completely." The professors were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but their hearts raised again when they heard the second half of Dumbledore's words.

"It was supposed to lead the angels into the card, but the first thing to leave the girl's body was a strong breath of darkness." The Pope frowned and explained: "The collision of light and darkness will produce incredible results. The consequences of knowing...if I hadn't taken back the Holy Light just now, there might have been a big explosion."

On the other side, Connor slowly opened his eyes. He felt that he had had a long, long dream. He seemed to dream of Alice, flying dragons, poker men, castles, dungeons, and...a strong feeling. The unwillingness...

Then he finally remembered his mission, he was going to save Alice! He raised his head suddenly and saw the concerned faces of the professors.

"Did I succeed?"

"Did you succeed?"

Both sides asked questions at the same time, making the atmosphere a little awkward. Connor touched his nose, and then looked at Alice who was still radiating light: "What is going on now?"

"Don't you know what happened?" Snape, who was supporting Connor beside him, asked indifferently.

Connor shook his head: "I think I had a dream. But I can't remember clearly."

What impressed Connor the most was the scene of a thick black light beam flying towards him, and the unwillingness he felt at that time. He asked nervously: "Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with Alice now?" ?”

Dumbledore was still observing Alice. He was silent for a while and said, "Alice is in good condition now. It's just that"

"No! Angel! Disappeared!" The Pope on the side suddenly said angrily. He stared at the card above Alice's head, and his tone contained the anger that the plan failed and everything failed.

Everyone quickly looked towards Alice and found that the light spots surrounding her were slowly drifting away.

Dumbledore explained: "The magic of the angel is dissipating. This angel seems to be divided into two parts. His mystery has conflicted with itself and it can no longer maintain its own existence."

"Boy Connor, what on earth did you do?" The Pope asked Connor in an unpleasant tone.

Connor shook his head in confusion: "I don't know very well."

Connor's memory of what happened in the dream was disappearing rapidly, just like he would quickly forget his dreams as soon as he woke up. No matter how hard he tried to recall, he could not retain any memory.

Connor subconsciously wanted to approach Alice, but when he just took a few steps, a magical scene happened.

The light escaping from Alice's body began to drift towards Connor, as if it had found its target!

"Severus, don't worry." Snape had just raised his wand when Dumbledore stopped him.

Those light spots merged into Connor's body one by one, and Connor felt that his body was warm and comfortable, as if he were in a hot spring.

He looked at Dumbledore a little confused, not understanding what was happening.

"This is the remaining energy when the angel's magic dissipates, and these energies seem to be willing to accept you." Dumbledore explained vaguely.

Soon, all the light spots on Alice's body ran away, and then, a small, solid, fist-sized ball of light floated out from above Alice's head and suspended in the air. Dots of flashes of light scattered from the ball of light, like It was a broken hourglass, slowly scattering fine sand downwards.

The Pope's face straightened: "This is the soul of an angel!?"

He hurriedly took a few steps forward, then stood still. He frowned: "No, this is just a broken soul."

Dumbledore also stepped forward, stared at the light ball, and made a few gestures with his wand: "A pure soul without impurities, but it has been broken and is slowly dissipating."

Then he walked to Alice, lifted the spell of the earth wall, and controlled Alice to float. Professor McGonagall quickly stepped forward and hugged Alice.

"Miss Windsor is fine and in good health. There is also nothing wrong with her soul."

The professors breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know what happened, it seemed that the matter had been solved perfectly. The fallen angel disappeared and the students were saved. This was really the best result.

Connor looked at the unconscious Alice in Professor McGonagall's arms. He always felt that the child looked a bit pleasing to the eye, but he didn't care and turned to focus on Dumbledore.

Now Dumbledore and the Pope were staring at that card, the Alice Gold Card.

Dumbledore controlled the card to float in front of his eyes and rotate slowly. There was a black aura lingering on the card, which looked very mysterious.

"What is going on, Huge, do you know?" Dumbledore frowned and asked.

The Pope shook his head: "This is not an angel, nor an elf, but a fusion of a broken soul and dark energy? A strange black magic prop? I can't tell what it is."

Connor still couldn't stop being curious and walked forward. He looked at the card eagerly. Somehow, this card seemed to be very tempting to him, as if... someone was calling him.

"Professor Dumbledore, can I touch this card?" By some mistake, Connor made such a strange request.

Dumbledore and the Pope both looked at Connor suspiciously, but did not reject Connor's request.

Dumbledore first took the card with his hand, checked it several times, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, handed it to Connor.

But when Connor took the card, something magical happened again. The black aura lingering on the card suddenly poured into Connor's body!

Connor felt his vision go dark. He quickly pressed his forehead and swayed. Dumbledore held him up from falling to the ground.

"Connor, are you okay?!"

"Connor?"

Connor shook his head: "It's okay, I'm okay..."

"It's my job to protect the soul. Don't worry about Connor. Goodbye."

Connor faintly heard a strange but familiar voice saying a few words intermittently in his ear. Connor looked at the cards in his hand, feeling a little sad in his heart, which made him feel a little bit sad. baffling.

"Connor, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah? It's nothing." Connor felt that Dumbledore was looking at him strangely. He lowered his head and a drop of water fell on the card in his hand.

"Why is it raining?"

"Why are you crying?" Dumbledore asked.

"Ah?" Connor raised his head in surprise, and only then could he see a clear tear trail in the corner of his right eye.

Connor was confused and confused:

"I cried? Why did I cry?"