Connor's Hogwarts

Lockhart didn't use magic to reattach Harry's bones, he removed them entirely.

So Harry had to come to the school infirmary to receive treatment from Madam Pomfrey. After drinking the magical potion "Boneling", Harry had to lie in the school infirmary all night.

Harry's friends held a small celebration party for him in the school doctor's office. Although there were a few surprises during the process, winning the game was indeed something worth celebrating.

Harry's heroic performance in punching the Bludger also left a deep impression on everyone.

After his friends were driven away by Madam Pomfrey, Harry's ward finally became quiet. Harry recalled what happened today, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly involuntarily.

Harry couldn't help but feel happy when he thought that he would soon be able to cut down the big tree with his sword. He couldn't even care about the knife-like pain in his arm. He would definitely have a good dream tonight.

Just as Harry was lying about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt someone rubbing his face with a sponge.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly and found an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in his room.

"Is it you!? Go away!" Harry shouted, he had already recognized the person, "Dobby!"

The house elf stared at Harry with two big tennis-ball eyes, looking at Harry in the dark, and a teardrop rolled down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why didn't you listen to Dobby's warning? It's all Dobby's fault for not stopping Harry. Porter got on the train."

"How dare you appear in front of me!" Harry propped himself up from the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away: "I already know who your master is! Was it Malfoy who sent you to disgust me? ?And what do you mean by preventing me from taking the train?"

Dobby's lips trembled. He nodded and shook his head desperately, his big ugly head waving incessantly: "Dobby does things of his own will and has nothing to do with anyone. Everything Dobby does is for the sake of being able to Get Harry Potter out of school! All to protect Harry Potter!"

Harry was so angry that he laughed: "To protect me? If you are really here to protect me, then I don't have to lie in the hospital - wait! You are the one who tampered with the Bludger!"

Dobby swayed back and forth and flapped his big ears: "All this is to get Harry Potter out of school and to protect Harry Potter."

"You!" Harry wanted to get up and hit someone, but the severe pain in his arm prevented him from exerting his strength. He could only stare at Dobby angrily and said angrily: "You'd better get away before my bones have grown." , Dobby, or I will strangle you to death."

Hearing this threat, Dobby smiled faintly: "Dobby is used to the threat of death. Dobby hears it five times a day at home."

He blew his nose with the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, looking pitiful.

"Why are you wearing that, Dobby?" Harry asked curiously.

"Is this, sir?" Dobby lowered his head and pulled the pillowcase. "This symbolizes the slave status of the house elf, sir. Dobby can only be freed when his master gives him clothes to wear. Everyone in the family Be very careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks, sir, because then Dobby would be free and leave their house forever—"

Before Dobby could finish speaking, he saw a hand appear in front of him, and then Dobby's neck was strangled. The moment Dobby relaxed, Harry seized the opportunity and stretched out his left hand to strangle Dobby quickly and decisively. Veins popped out on his neck and on Harry's palms.

"Don't think I will let you go, Dobby," Harry said with a gloomy face at this time: "You caused trouble for me at the Dursleys' house and controlled the Bludger to attack me. Apart from Dudley, you were the first one to let me go. I have suffered such a big loss, you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!"

Harry exerted force on his hands, intending to choke Dobby unconscious. Dobby's tennis ball-sized eyes were filled with disbelief. Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. When he reappeared, he was already far away from the hospital bed. Corner.

"Ahem! Ah, I wish Harry Potter knew." Dobby groaned, pressing his neck, and more tears rolled down onto his tattered pillowcase.

". If only he knew what he means to us humble, enslaved little people in the wizarding world! Dobby has not forgotten what it was like when the devil who must not even be named was at his most powerful, sir! People are like Treat us house-elves like vermin, sir! Of course, they still treat Dobby that way, sir."

"But overall, life has improved a lot for those of us since you defeated the devil who must not even be named. For those of us who think that the dark days will never end, haha Harry Potter shines like a beacon of hope, sir. Now, at Hogwarts, terrible things have happened, and Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is once again occupied. Open--"

"Again!? Has the Chamber of Secrets been opened before? Dobby, what do you know! Tell me everything!" Harry threw a pillow at Dobby angrily.

"As long as Harry Potter promises that Dobby will leave school, Dobby will tell everything to Sir."

"Leave? No! I'm not going anywhere. My friends are all at Hogwarts. I won't leave school!"

"Ah! Harry Potter is thinking about his friends! How noble, how brave, how-ah!!" Dobby's sad and moved face suddenly froze, and his two big ears kept trembling. , as if he was afraid of something.

"Dobby? What's wrong with you?" Harry asked in confusion, and then another person's voice sounded in the room.

"Harry, I didn't expect that it would be so late and there would be guests in your room. Should I say that it's you?"

"Connor? Why are you here? No, how did you get in?"

Only then did Harry notice Connor standing not far away from him. He was the only one who could wear the school robe with an aristocratic elegance. Harry knew Connor. He was obviously so eye-catching, and It seemed like he had been standing there for a long time, but Harry never noticed that there was another person in the room.

Connor smiled and pointed to the window behind him: "Actually, I'm used to flying around in the castle, so I usually don't open the door."

"I didn't even notice when you came."

"I just arrived, and then I saw this elf gentleman who does not belong to Hogwarts." Kang Na said perfunctorily, then turned to look at Dobby, who was motionless next to him. : "I know all the elves in the school, but I have never seen this Mr. Dobby. What does Mr. Dobby do for breaking into the school without permission?"

Dobby found that he couldn't move. Even in Hogwarts, he could use Apparition at will, but he couldn't move at this time. Dobby was so nervous that he could not speak and kept snapping his fingers.

"Don't try, Dobby, do you know my magic cards?" Connor raised a hand of gold-rimmed cards and said lazily: "These cards can skip the lengthy process of casting spells and block them instantly. Space, it’s quite laborious to do, and I’ll be in big trouble if you can still escape.”

Connor snapped his fingers louder than Dobby, who screamed in surprise and flew up like a kitten caught by the scruff of the neck, floating to Harry's bedside.

"Originally, I just wanted to talk to you about some interesting things, Harry, but I didn't expect that I encountered something more interesting before that. Harry, is this the elf Dobby you mentioned?" Connor asked. The expressions of the enthusiastic people passing by showed no flaws at all. After all, acting is his main profession.

"That's right! He was the one who caused trouble for me during the summer vacation, and it was he who caused the crazy Bludger today! And he seems to know the inside story of the secret room!"

"Oh? Really~" Connor followed the performance and looked at Dobby in surprise.

But Dobby hung his head feebly and said nothing.

"Dobby! Say something!" Harry was anxious. He didn't want Connor to think that he was lying.

"Okay, Harry, in fact, a house elf cannot go against his master's wishes. Since Dobby refuses to speak, then this matter probably has something to do with his master, and he will not tell you no matter how much you ask." Connor snapped his fingers again, and Dobby disappeared from the air.

"Eh?! Did he escape?!"

"No, I just moved him to another place." Connor shrugged: "Actually, I'm quite familiar with our principal. At this point, Mr. principal, he probably hasn't slept yet. I'll leave Dobby's affairs to him. Let him handle it."

"Huh? Oh, oh" Harry nodded blankly.

"Actually, I'm here to see you, Harry. Can I take you a little time?" Connor sat down beside Harry's bed, crossed his legs, and smiled kindly.

"Oh, of course!" Harry nodded and sat up, and said seriously: "Is it about those rumors and the secret room? In fact, I have wanted to talk to you for a long time. After all, the person behind the scenes only targets Killed both of us”

"Hahaha, of course," Connor said with a hearty smile, "No, that kind of thing doesn't matter anyway. In fact, I'm not here for this."

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Harry scratched his face in embarrassment: "Oh, oh, so that's not the case. What's that for?"

Connor pointed at Harry's right hand: "I'm more curious about the fire-like magic you used today. Harry, do you know how you used it?"

"That's it." Harry raised his limp rubber hand and said with a silly smile, "Actually, I don't know. I just used it like this. I don't know how I did it."

"." Connor pushed his glasses tactically: "Then can you perform that again? Let the red flames wrap around your hands."

"Emm, let me try, I'm also very curious about it." Harry raised his good left hand this time, and then slowly closed his eyes, recalling the feeling on the broom today, Qi Luck Dantian (x) ,Then--

"Feng" The entire infirmary was illuminated by the flame in Harry's hand, and the red flames wrapped around Harry's arm again. He actually mastered this strange, non-magical skill!

"Magic. Magic." Connor couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and walked to Harry. He brushed his fingers on Harry's flames. He couldn't feel the temperature of the flames, but he could feel the flow of magic.

"Harry, how are you feeling now?"

"Does it feel like it? I feel like I can punch through the wall." Harry replied honestly.

"Haha, but I think it's better not to try this. After all, your hand is broken, right?" Connor poked the back of Harry's hand through the flame with his index finger and asked, "This flame can't protect you." Are your hands?"

"It seems impossible." Harry looked blankly at the flame in his hand, "But I feel it should be possible."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Connor felt a push on his fingertips and flicked his fingers away. When Connor tried to poke Harry's palm again, he found that a diaphragm seemed to have appeared in the flames, blocking it. own approach.

"Eh? Is this... magic transformation?" Connor's eyes widened in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"Interesting, it's really interesting." Connor wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said enthusiastically: "Harry, you seem to have an incredible talent. I probably understand why this happens."

"Huh?" Harry had a question mark on his face.

"As far as I know, this is the highest level of transfiguration that only Gryffindor has mastered. It directly changes the form of magic power. It turns out that this is also an application of Azote, so it shows colors. I don't know if it can be analyzed and studied. If so, is it possible?”

Connor murmured to himself, becoming more and more excited, and finally looked at Harry with indescribable heat in his eyes.

Harry shrank his neck, extinguished the heat in his left hand, and said fearfully: "Connor?"

"Sorry, I was a little too excited." Connor did not lose his composure for too long. He sat down again and said seriously: "Harry, you have mastered some advanced magic skills under some unknown circumstances. I am not sure about this." I am very interested in this matter, and now I would like to solemnly invite you to participate in my research. I wonder if you are willing to participate."

"ah?"

"Don't worry, I won't let your help go in vain. I will pay you according to the highest salary at the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries Research Institute, and conduct experiments up to three times a week. Each experiment will not affect your study and activity time. All research results will be shared with you, and I will personally give you some magic guidance for free. In addition, we can sit down and discuss issues regarding risks, benefits, and additional benefits in research experiments."

"???" Harry's eyes were filled with circles as he heard this. What's this all about? Why are we suddenly talking about salary?

"No, no, Connor. In fact, I am happy to help. There is no need for payment or anything."

"That's not possible. We have to sign a confidentiality contract for our research. It's better to discuss many issues in advance." Connor smiled, thought for a moment and then said, "By the way, Harry, you haven't been in the Forbidden Forest all the time." Do you practice swordsmanship here? It’s troublesome to not be able to use a wand when using a sword. In fact, I have props here that can be used to cast spells with a sword. And did you know that wizards in Egypt use rings as wands? If you need it, I I can also help you get that magic ring, do you really not want to consider it?"

"No, I," Harry swallowed secretly, "let me think about it."