Connor's Hogwarts

It’s a new semester, a new atmosphere, and the Hogwarts campus is filled with youthful energy.

The days at the beginning of school are always pleasant. The courses are easy and the exams are still far away. The little wizards do not feel any academic pressure yet.

This time period is often when various societies are most active, such as the Assassin Brotherhood.

The craze brought by the Yokai Cup has not faded yet. This year, the enthusiasm among the fraternity friends for hosting the school Yokai Finals is several times higher than last year.

After all, the Monster Card Competition is no longer as simple as an ordinary game in their eyes, but an effective way that can bring real honor and tangible benefits.

Last semester, Connor went to the principal to apply for unscheduled "free" time in the school schedule from September to October as the monster battle finals competition period, and was approved.

This means that the results of this "Campus Monster Cup" will be included in the College Cup score statistics in the form of points.

So this competition is no longer a "private" competition, but a formal competition recognized by the school!

Various departments within the Assassin Brotherhood, which had already contracted the right to host the competition internally, have already begun to take action.

The Athletics Department is busy preparing for competitions, the Information Department is busy publishing newspapers and promoting, the Review Department is busy reviewing new recruits, the Props Department is busy abusing its power to advertise, and the Fishing Department is busy fishing.

In short, everyone is very busy.

This of course also includes the president of our fraternity, Mr. Connor Lake.

Connor is busy making plans for his first new school year.

As the saying goes, opportunities always come to those who are prepared. Opportunities should not be missed, and Connor was always prepared.

The Sorting Hat told him that the four major houses of test now only have Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff's secret treasure Connor doesn't have a clue yet, but the opportunity for Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is close at hand.

[Slytherin strengthens himself in the secret room and is foresighted for Slytherin. 】

The "hints" left by the Sorting Hat were already obvious. By finding the secret room, Slytherin's puzzle was basically half solved.

This should have been a very easy and simple task, and Connor was the most confident of the four legends...

But Voldemort's diary was missing.

Connor originally planned to follow the original plot, and then jump out to rob Hu, open the secret room, and take away the Horcrux, killing two birds with one stone.

As a result, the script was completely messed up before it even started. Ginny never got the diary at all, and Connor's original plan was completely ruined.

Even due to the influence of my own big butterfly (for example, Harry and Ron did not ride a flying car), it is very likely that there will be no plot of the secret room this year. In that case, it will really make people cry without tears.

But Connor is not someone who will sit still and wait for death. If the opportunity doesn't come through, I will use it. Connor decides to find the diary on his own.

Hogwarts is full of my eyes and ears!

"Conan, Arale, your most important task this semester is to find me that diary!"

"I don't know what that diary looks like, whether it is new or old, but I know it must be on this campus. It is a magic prop and must be extraordinary. Don't let go of any clues you find easily. "

"To make it easier for you, I have broken down the barriers between all the paintings in the school. You can go to the entire Hogwarts. Go find the diary and bring it back to me. In front of me! Go!"

Connor hid himself in the shadows, with his hands behind his back, giving orders with the air of a mastermind behind the scenes, just like [the final boss of Hogwarts].

However, his "minions" did not give him much face.

"Oh, then I'll try to look for it ~ yawn ~" Conan replied listlessly with his eyes wide open.

"Oh yo~ I'm going to deliver newspapers to the new neighbors first!" Arale ran away after saying that, simply ignoring Connor's order.

"."Don't I want to lose face? ? ! Connor's face fell bitterly, and he said to Conan in a consultative tone: "Ahem, Conan, this matter is quite important. If it is not handled well, it may be dangerous. Please give me something to eat. "

"I know, I know, I will look for it carefully, yawn~bye~" Conan waved his hands and turned away from the frame. You can still vaguely hear his complaints: "...You don't give any useful information, you only know how to make demands. Abba Abba.”

"..."

"Dad, why are these paintings of yours so disobedient?" Angel appeared behind Connor and asked with a smile.

"Nonsense! Aren't they all obedient and going to work?!" Connor would not admit that he had lost all dignity in front of his men.

"Conan clearly had reluctance written all over his face just now."

"That's probably because he looks too much like Conan." Connor sighed. These paintings that restored the impression in his memory are all very personal. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing...

Then Connor rubbed Angel's head with his backhand: "Stop talking about them, you have become more and more bad-behaved recently!"

"Hmm! No way! Angel is obviously the most obedient! Bad dad!" Angel said, pulling Connor's face from behind to both sides, neither big nor small, not decent.

"." It's true that anyone can ride on my head and do whatever...Why won't my paintings be affected by my physique? Connor lay on the table with some depression and let Angel "play with" him.

"But, Dad, it's only the first day of school. You don't need to be so nervous, right? Is that diary really that important?" Angel gently touched the wrinkles between Connor's eyebrows and asked with concern. Sure enough, Angel was still That thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket.

"It's important...that's for sure...but that's not the main reason for my irritability..." Connor leaned back on his chair, his eyes vacant, a little absent-minded...

"Angel, I find that I hate the feeling that things are not under my control more and more..."

"Although strictly speaking, that diary won't cause much trouble - or even if something happens, I can handle it completely. It's just that the diary is not within my sight. This alone makes me Very uncomfortable"

"Emmm, is this the so-called need for control?" Angel bit her thumb and said, "Hmm... I don't understand very well."

Connor touched Angel with a doting look on his face, "Angel still has a lot to learn."

"Oh, someone is coming."

Angel hid, and at the same time, someone knocked on the door of the president's office...

Now that the fraternity has regarded the Room of Requirement as its own residence, the president's room of the fraternity is naturally located in the Room of Requirement.

"Please come in."

The person who opened the door and walked in was actually Hermione, but what surprised Connor was that Hermione's expression was a little strange.

What's going on with this shy look of refusing to welcome someone? I haven't evolved to the point where I'm a human-shaped aphrodisiac, right?

"Hermione? What do you want to see me for?"

"That...that...there's something I want to ask..." If it weren't for the terrifying silence in the room, Connor could hardly hear what she said.

Hermione still had her messy fluffy hair, her head lowered and her hands behind her back. Her red earlobes could still be faintly seen. This shy look reminded Connor of those people who invited him to the school flowers. The little girl who confesses her love...

No... Connor looked at Hermione who had changed from a proud little peacock to a shy little sparrow, and couldn't help but fall into deep self-blame.

Alas, my damn charm has nowhere to put it.

Connor knew that he would accidentally hurt a girl's heart again, but he had no choice. Sometimes, a clear rejection is the real tenderness. He was a sinful man, and he had already realized it.

So, Connor put on his gentle mask and smiled skillfully: "You tell me, I'm listening."

Then Connor's smile froze on his face.

"Please...Excuse me...President, can you lend me some money?!!"