Connor's Hogwarts

Connor had many things to consider, but the results of his arrangements could not be seen in a short time. The days passed day by day. At the end of March, this year's Easter holiday finally arrived.

"A lot of things happened during Easter last year," Connor said with emotion as he walked away from the castle while holding Mila, the plump and plump fox.

"Ha, time flies so fast, it always feels like it happened yesterday." George laughed.

"I remember Roger being left at school last year. It was such a sad story." Fred said with a smile, patting Roger on the back.

"Hey! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to see such a wonderful battle!" Roger muttered. This year he finally no longer has to be a left-behind child in school. Being left behind during the holidays is not a pleasant experience.

"See you!"

"See you!"

After separating from Lee and Roger at the train station, Connor and the twins walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Ah, Charlie has graduated. From now on, only the three of us will walk home together," George said with some emotion.

"Hey, Percy hasn't graduated yet. He will cry when he hears this." Connor said with a smile. Percy didn't plan to go home this holiday because he had to prepare for the O.W.L. exam.

"Ha, Sir Percy is a prefect, how can he be with common people like us." The two brothers have always been at odds with Percy, and Connor has nothing to do about it.

"By the way, Evan actually didn't go home with you?" Fred bumped Connor with his shoulder.

"Hahaha, I gave him a death order. If he doesn't get first place in the exam at the end of the semester, his pocket money will be deducted. Now he should be studying intensively in the library." Connor laughed happily: "Say Get up, Ron won’t go home either?”

"He said he wanted to stay at school with Harry." Fred shrugged: "Ron is fine, but Ginny will be unhappy if Ivan doesn't come home."

"Hey, there's no need for big brothers like us to worry about those brats."

A few people were walking on the streets of Hogsmeade village talking and laughing. Suddenly George pointed in the direction of the Pig's Head Bar and said, "Look, isn't that Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, it's him, I will never forget the back of his head." Fred curled his lips: "I'm not saying that, Quirrell is the worst Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever had. I really doubt his timidity. How dare you walk into the dark forest with such a shrinking personality?"

"." You will meet a better professor next year. Connor looked at Quirrell thoughtfully as he walked into the Pig's Head Bar. Speaking of which, Quirrell has always been well hidden and has no flaws in school.

Connor remembers that Quirrell secretly hunted unicorns, but the Forbidden Forest has been quiet this semester and nothing like this has happened. Is it because the time has not yet come?

"Indeed, I hope we can change to a better professor next year." George nodded in agreement.

"..." Hey, hey, you guys have such a bad mentality. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not a disposable item. Connor complained silently in his heart, and waved his hand: "Then... I'm going to my grandfather's house. See you later."

"See you."

Connor walked out of the streets of Hogsmeade alone. Seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Angel silently showed her original shape beside Connor. Connor smiled and put his hand on Angel's head, touched her, and then led her towards him. Walk to Lake Manor.

"Welcome home, Master Connor."

"Hello, Bass." Connor smiled and greeted the old elf at his grandfather's house, and asked, "Is grandpa at home?"

"The master has been waiting for Master Connor in the living room."

"Um."

"Is this Daddy's home?" Angel looked around curiously: "It's so beautiful."

"This is my grandfather's home. Well, it's also my home and Angel's home." Connor walked into the house with a smile, and then saw old Devine standing in the living room, looking at him with a smile.

"You're back, Connor." After hugging Connor, Old Devin's eyes were attracted by the white-haired and red-eyed Angel behind Connor: "Connor, this child is."

"This is another one of my works." Connor smiled and said, "Her name is Angel."

Angel stretched out her little head and looked at Old Devin with her beautiful eyes, and said cheerfully: "Hello, great-grandfather."

"."

Quiet.

"Ahem, Connor, this is"

"Well...for some reason, Angel has always called me father. Just get used to this habit," Conapy said with a smile. It was really embarrassing. He shouldn't have accepted the title of father in the first place. By the way, Angel must not be called Grandma Flora, otherwise someone will die.

"Is this so?" Old Devin didn't care much: "So...she is also a magic painting with a soul?"

Connor nodded, then took out a painting from his pocket and looked at Monet, who was looking at him with interest: "Mr. Monet, I want to hide Angel's original painting in your painting world. .”

"Kit Connor, this is not your locker."

Ancestor Monet cursed reluctantly, and finally Connor got in. Connor felt that this was the safest place in the world, and there was no safe more reliable than this.

After finishing, Connor and his grandfather sat opposite each other.

"Then, let me tell you in detail, Connor, your adventure story. I want to hear it again."

Connor rolled his eyes. He couldn't remember how many times he had told the story recently. But he had no choice but to say what needed to be said.

"Then let's start with Ms. Grey"

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After listening to Connor's story, Old Devine fell into deep thought. He began to wonder if he had read a fake Hogwarts.

Obviously we both went to the same school, so why is your campus life so different from mine?

"I have never been to Sita a few times in my memory." Old Devin shook his head and returned his focus to the knowledge inheritance that Connor received: "So, Connor, you have obtained a lot of long-lost magic. Knowledge?”

"Yes, the paper on the magic scroll has been submitted to Magic magazine, and I plan to disclose the entire spell model. Professor Dumbledore said that I might get the Order of Merlin for this." Connor shrugged, speaking in a relaxed tone said.

"The Medal of Merlin? That's a good honor, but Connor, are you really sure you want to make all this knowledge public?" Old Devin raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't agree with Connor's idea.

"if not?"

"." Old Divin glanced at Patriarch Monet, stroked his beard and said: "What I mean is that powerful magical knowledge can be passed down as a family inheritance, and it is so precious."

Connor rolled his eyes and interrupted directly: "Stop, stop, stop, what kind of knowledge do you think has been lost in hundreds of years?"

"ah?"

"Those so-called lost knowledge are all very, very, very difficult to understand magic. If it is some simple and powerful magic, how could it be lost?"

Connor spread his hands: "Scroll magic is almost the simplest magic among them. The rest of them are difficult to understand even with my ability. So we should not worry about others learning it, but should worry about whether anyone can learn it. "

"Knowledge requires continuous exchange and learning to make progress. Grandpa, your concept is too narrow."

Lao Diwen blushed when his grandson said it, and said hesitantly: "But... it would be too much to announce everything."

Connor glanced sideways at Old Devin, and he could tell that he was an old capitalist. It seems that his grandfather has also been blinded by Jin Gallon in the past few years.

"Don't worry, my plan is to publish those rare and outrageous magics first. This won't have much impact...and grandpa, I still have a huge business to entrust to you." Connor made the The magic card was pushed in front of Old Devine.

Old Devin looked at the card with a beautiful goddess statue in front of him and raised his head in confusion: "This is...?"

"I used scroll magic to improve the work. Can you see if our factory can produce this?"

Old Devin picked up the card and looked over it over and over: "With this density of magic patterns, it's not difficult to produce. What's the use of this?"

"You use magic to trigger it, or tear off the card."

Old Devin poured magic power into the card without thinking, and then in the next moment, a bright ball of light appeared above the card.

"Is this a fluorescent spell?"

"Yes, THE LIGHT [Light], a card that seals a fluorescent spell." Connor said with a smile: "It can cast spells silently, without a wand and without a trace. Even Muggles can use it, and it is a disposable item. Grandpa, you How much gold galleons do you think we can make once this thing is released?"

Old Devin's eyes suddenly lit up, and then his breathing began to become heavier. The small piece of paper in his hand suddenly seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

"Connor. Can this card seal any magic?" Old Devin's tone was trembling.

"Theoretically it's possible, but if we use a factory for mass production, we should only be able to produce magic with relatively simple magic patterns at first. For those with complex magic patterns, I don't think a magic worker can make a few in a day."

Magic workers refer to those squibs that have no magic power but cannot use magic. The magic power used to produce magic scrolls must be more than direct casting. Magic workers themselves have less magic power than wizards. It may be a bit difficult to let them produce this. Reluctantly.

"Moreover, those magic factories that need to mobilize emotions should not be able to produce them, such as the Patronus Curse, the Killing Curse, etc." Connor spread his hands: "These magic scrolls that mobilize emotions can be made by a single person, but mass production cannot Not realistic."

"There are also those magics that require a huge amount of magic power. The price/performance ratio is very low, and it is also not suitable for production in factories."

Connor has already considered the production of magic cards one by one before. According to his plan, it will take at least half a year from the preparation of the new factory to start production to the official release...

But Connor doesn't need to take care of these things, just leave this kind of thing to his grandfather. In fact, old Devin is much more excited than Connor.

"Okay! Okay! Great! Connor, with this magic, our Lake family will become the number one magic family in England soon! Hahahaha, wait a minute."

Old Devin smiled and suddenly turned to look at Connor: "Connor, you just said that you had handed in this spell model???"

"Yes."

"Hey——!!" Old Devin almost swallowed his tongue: "Connor, what are you doing?"

Connor sighed, old man, where has your maturity and stability gone? "Don't worry, by the time others realize the benefits of this, our Lake family has completely occupied the market. What do you think our Lake experience store chain will do?" Used? No one can take away our business."

"Besides, even if they start building factories by then, they can only follow us to grab some soup."

"In short, this cake is huge, and our family will definitely not be able to finish it. The benefits of publishing the spell model outweigh the disadvantages."

"Besides, I still have a lot of useless tricks. Trust my grandfather, we won't lose money."