Connor's Hogwarts

"Papa pa pa"

Tom looked past Harry and landed on the visitor at the entrance, applauding leisurely: "Welcome, Mr. Connor Lake, I didn't expect us to meet so soon. I have always been looking forward to meeting you."

"." Connor observed the environment, stepped closer to the central altar, and greeted calmly: "Nice to see you too, Mr. Tom."

"Connor," Harry stepped back to Connor's side, his face became much more relaxed: "Save Ron, and Malfoy. This man is the young Voldemort. He also has a companion. You have to be careful."

Voldemort didn't expect to hear his name from Connor's mouth suddenly. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know me?"

Connor patted Harry on the shoulder with relief and said with a smile: "Of course, in Hogwarts sixty years ago, the genius student who was loved by the professors, Tom Riddle, of course I know you."

"It seems that you are indeed as capable as the rumors say," Voldemort also said with a smile: "But I prefer others to call me Voldemort, the successor of Slytherin."

Both of them were talking with smiles on their faces. If it weren't for the hissing of snakes that could be heard from time to time, Harry would have thought that the two of them were having a friendly exchange at the cocktail party.

"Okay, Mr. Tom, nice to meet you, Mr. Tom."

Connor glanced at the two little kids floating in the air, moved his thumb on the wand in his hand, and said: "My juniors seem to be a little too naughty. I think Mr. Tom doesn't mind giving them to me for a lecture." ?”

Every time Connor said "Mr. Tom", the young Voldemort's face became gloomier, as if he didn't like hearing others call him this name.

"It seems you haven't learned to show due respect to your seniors——"

As Voldemort spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved his wand, and a green light shot diagonally upward. Harry was still curious about what this person was shooting at, but he saw that the opponent's attack had started to float towards him at some point. Ron!

Before Harry could scream, Connor's wand reacted faster than him. Two spells, one red and one green, collided in the air, and then disappeared at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the two men each took action, but Ron and Malfoy had already moved behind Connor. Voldemort's hostage was snatched away by Connor in an instant, and the outcome was obvious.

"He is worthy of being hailed as a young genius who is expected to succeed Dumbledore," Voldemort's face became more gloomy, and his smile became more and more dangerous:

"Is that your magic painting follower just now? Although I hid my figure, I felt another wave of magic power. Haha, it's even more famous when we meet. You are more powerful than the [Savior] Harry Potter next to you. too much."

"Ron! Are you okay!"

Ron lay in Harry's arms, dying. Harry looked up at Connor, who easily untied the curse on Ron.

"Huha! It hurts so much." Ron's facial features twisted into a ball. It was obvious that the experience he just had was not pleasant. "Connor, thank you. You have to be careful about that guy. He is very dangerous."

Connor nodded. He didn't have time to care about these oil bottles now. He held the wand tightly and faced Voldemort:

"Mr. Tom's strength is not bad. Is this a memory from your sixth grade? Your current body is a magic painting, right? Someone drew you with a magic pen? I didn't expect you to be reborn in this way." , which was indeed beyond my expectation.”

"Magic painting?" Harry looked at the young Voldemort in surprise. He had always thought it was a person, but he never expected that what he had pressed against the ground and rubbed was just a magic painting! ?

"Yes, that's right, my current body is made up of your magical magic." Speaking of this, Voldemort's expression suddenly became much better, and he even praised Connor's magic:

"Connor Lake, with this magic alone, I admit that you are qualified to stand with me. I am very satisfied with your magic. You use artifacts to store your soul, and then use magic to form your body, completely breaking away from the shackles of the physical body. ! A great magic. If you can be in the same era as me, I think we might be able to become like-minded friends! I have never made such a promise to anyone, but Connor, you are worthy of me!"

The young Xiao Fu even extended a "hand of friendship" to Connor. He said in a warm tone: "I have always wanted to meet you, Connor. I admire your talent very much. I believe , together we can crush the world under our feet! Maybe you should consider accepting the friendship of me, the greatest dark wizard, the heir of Salazar Slytherin, Voldemort!"

"..." Connor didn't expect this person to come out like this. No wonder he didn't seem to be hostile to him just now. Was he trying to win over him? Good guy, would you like to invite me to join the revolutionary team of your village-level terrorist organization? That was really flattering.

Connor smiled and said very politely: "I'm sorry, I'm an introvert and not very interested in ruling the world. I think we can't chat, so we shouldn't be friends."

"I've heard a lot of stories about you"

When Voldemort didn't get the answer he wanted, he put down his hand, but he wasn't so angry that he broke into tears. He seemed to want to chat with Connor for a while:

"Connor, you are a very talented person. Your achievements have surprised me. To be honest, I think you are stronger than Dumbledore. The achievements you can achieve in the future will definitely not be inferior to him. You have absolutely no You must submit yourself to this school, you deserve a broader world."

Voldemort was always good at complimenting people, and at first glance he was a guy who was good at it. Connor believed that he would have had many friends when he was in school. I remember Old Devin said that Voldemort still had a lot of personality when he was young. Charming, it's a pity that such a talented person ended up ruining his brain.

"I think this school can't teach you anything anymore, right? For those of us who strive to pursue exploration in the way of magic, knowledge will not wait for others to give it. I stayed in this school to expand my network. Hogwarts, but you clearly don't need that Connor,"

Voldemort pointed at himself and said: "I have a lot of knowledge that has been abandoned and banned by ignorant mediocre people, and I also know a lot of geniuses that are not recognized by the hypocritical people in the world. With me, you can get far more than staying here. You can learn more in the school. I believe you are different from those ordinary wizards who are content in a corner and mediocre. Come with me and see the wider world, you will not regret it."

"." Good guy, seeing that we can't talk about ideals together, why do you start using knowledge to induce you? Lao Fu, no, Xiao Fu, you are really a clever guy. Alas, you are such a talented person, but your brain is broken. What a pity.

Connor smiled crookedly and decided to chat with Xiao Fu first: "To be honest, I am really interested in the knowledge you tell me."

"Oh? So you agreed?" Voldemort also smiled crookedly, very happy.

"But there's something wrong with what you said. I actually still have a lot to learn in school,"

Connor counted his fingers in front of Voldemort: "First of all, I am different from you. After all, I have the trust of Professor Dumbledore and am his direct disciple. The professor is very kind to me. He said yes If you want to teach me what you have learned all your life, I still have to learn it for a year with the little stuff Lao Deng has in his belly, right?"

"..."

"And Mr. Nicoléme, don't you know him? He is also my teacher. In order to give me a more comprehensive teaching, he went to Hogwarts to teach me step by step. Teacher Nico's alchemy, It’s not too much for me to study for a year, right?”

"..."

"Speaking of which, you must not know that the Big Four except Slytherin have all left their legacy in the school. As for me, I am luckier and have already been favored by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I have one To put it bluntly, the knowledge they left behind is quite difficult to understand. Although I have been studying it for a long time, it is reasonable for me to think about it for another year or two."

"..."

Connor pointed his fingers stiffly and suddenly exclaimed in "surprise": "Oh, no! I only have less than four years left in school! I haven't even had time to talk to Slytherin and Hufflepah. I want to exchange experiences with each other, but that’s not possible. I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in a few more grades. Alas, I still have a lot to learn.”

"..."

"As for your knowledge, Mr. Tom, of course I don't want to miss it," Connor narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"But I won't leave with you, Mr. Tom. I'd rather ask you to stay and teach me slowly as a magic painting."