Connor's Hogwarts

1989.12.24 is Connor's 11th birthday. Today, Hogwarts also begins Christmas vacation. The holiday lasts for half a month. Connor plans not to stay in school during this half month.

It's been a long time since I've been home. Although my grandfather always asked Connor to go to his place to play on weekends, Connor always refused because of his heavy academic load.

Thinking that he would see his grandfather, Flora and Ivan soon, Connor was a little happy.

Connor and the Weasley brothers left school together. They were going back to the Burrow for the holidays, so they made an appointment to go together.

At the gate of Hogwarts School, Connor waved goodbye to Roger and walked to Hogsmeade Village with the four Weasley brothers. Connor was going to Lake Manor while the Weasley brothers were looking for a place to take the Floo Network back. Burrow.

"Connor, what are your plans for Christmas?" Fred asked.

"Emmmm, let me think about it. I have to learn the basic magic spells of the third grade. There are still several magic patterns that I haven't sorted out. I also need to re-read the knowledge points in the potions class. I also need to catch a mouse to study the transformation technique..." As Connor said this, he looked into Patsy's pocket, where there was a rat that was not a rat.

"Hey! Man! It's vacation! Why are you still thinking about studying? Shouldn't you relax during the vacation?" George gestured with his hands exaggeratedly.

"Studying makes me happy." Connor shrugged.

"Hahaha, you do look like a Ravenclaw, Connor." Charlie laughed and patted Connor on the shoulder.

"A restless Ravenclaw." x2

The few people talked and laughed along the way, and soon walked to the Hearth House in Hogsmeade Village. Like the Hearth House in Diagon Alley, this place is specially provided for wizards who need to use the Floo Network.

"Goodbye, remember to come to my house for the birthday party tonight." Connor and the Weasley brothers waved goodbye.

"See you!"

Seeing the Weasleys and the four disappearing into the fireplace one after another, Connor turned and walked in the other direction.

Then he thought of Patsy's pet rat Scabbers. Connor hadn't decided what to do with this "mouse" yet. In fact, when he was in school, Connor tried to use the Marauder's Map to find "Wormtail", but I couldn't find his name on the map.

In fact, Connor didn't have much hope. After all, this Marauder's Map couldn't even recognize Connor's Disillusionment Curse. As one of the makers of the Marauder's Map, Wormtail couldn't be found so easily.

Connor felt that the reason why Harry could easily find Wormtail's name on the map may not be as simple as imagined.

Now that he couldn't identify Wormtail with the Marauder's Map, Connor couldn't think of what to do with the mouse for a while. He might as well leave him with Percy for the time being, since he couldn't lose it anyway.

Connor walked out of Hogsmeade. Lake Manor was located on the outskirts of the village, not far from the village. Connor was going there now.

When Connor could see the gate of the manor, he saw his grandfather Devin standing at the door waiting in the distance. Seeing Connor appear, his grandfather smiled and waved, and Connor also smiled and trotted over.

"Grandpa, it's a nice day today, isn't it?"

"Of course, of course, we haven't seen our dear Connor for a long time." Grandfather gave Connor a warm hug and held Connor's hand tightly as he walked into the manor, "Why don't you come over here more often?" What? This place is quite close to Hogwarts, isn't it? If it's because of school rules, Dumbledore won't mind selling me a favor."

"You know, I have so much to learn. I see so much interesting knowledge to learn that I can't stop."

"Oh, do you practice drawing every day?"

"Of course! I keep practicing every day."

Entering the hall, Connor stopped talking and looked around on the wall full of portraits to find the ancestor with a very long name. It seemed that his name was Benedict. Gener. Monet. Bert. Lime Lake, the enemy is you.

"Grandpa Benny, zaima?" Connor stepped forward with a smile.

Benedick, who was pretending to be asleep in the painting, slowly opened his eyes: "Oh? It's little Connor. Do you have anything to do with your Grandpa Benny?"

"Grandpa Benny, when are you going to teach me the magic that allows me to run into paintings? I think I can learn it now." Connor winked and said maliciously and cutely.

"There's no rush, there's no rush. You haven't painted a real painting yet. Come to me after you finish it." The real paintings Benedick refers to are paintings like these in the room. It is true that Connor has never successfully painted the same work. He usually draws pictures for others that cannot speak, but he already has the ability to draw them.

"But look at the monster cards I drew, I can already draw that kind of picture!" Connor took out a few cards and shook them around. The Pikachu inside was also shaken and rolled around, letting out an angry Pikachu sound. ! Pickup! the sound of.

"Being able to draw it and being able to draw it are two different things. Toy-like drawings like yours don't count."

Hearing this, Connor pouted his face angrily, frowned and stared at old Benny with his big blue eyes. Connor was very skilled at acting maliciously and cutely. The brat of ten years is not just pretending. , and Connor felt that the shelf life of his little brat was almost over. If he didn’t consume it now, he wouldn’t be able to use it in the future.

Flora and Old Devin couldn't stop Connor from doing this, but as a picture, Benedick was indifferent and turned his head away from looking at Connor.

Finally, grandfather Devin ran out and said with a smile: "Connor, don't you want to draw a picture for Nott? Once you draw it, you can learn."

Hearing this, Connor was excited. He seemed to have promised Professor Nott to deceive his grandfather. He felt a little guilty and said: "Okay, okay, I will learn it again when the time comes."

"By the way, grandpa, I recently learned a new painting magic, but I'm not yet proficient in it. It can make paintings come into reality!"

But my grandfather didn't seem too surprised. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the magic left by your father?"

"Um, that's right." How do you know?

"Oh, just learn it yourself. It's best not to hand it over to others easily. The Far East is very conservative and they value this confidentiality." Grandfather hesitated to speak.

"Oh, okay, then I'll go home first. Grandpa remember to come to my birthday party tonight!" After thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing else to do. Connor decided to go home first to meet Flora and Ivan, and he Ivan must have been very unhappy during his absence.

"Okay, you go back first, Flora should be waiting for you at home." Grandfather smiled. "I'll go over tonight."

"See you tonight then."

Watching Connor disappear into the fireplace, his grandfather Devin asked: "Mr. Monet, why don't you teach Connor that magic? He is the most talented magic painter in our family for hundreds of years."

"Humph, didn't I know he was very talented? He is just too talented. Look at him. He has only stayed at Hogwarts for three months. His magical aura can't even be blocked. This is a wizard. It's a sign of highly active bloodline. It's hard to imagine how much he has learned and how many times he has activated his bloodline in the past three months."

"That"

"Do you think he is not noticeable enough? Has the too peaceful life made you forget the cruelty of the wizarding world? Many old immortals do not want to see the second Dumbledore appear." Called Monet by his grandfather The look on Mr. Benedick's face was a little frightening, and he said:

"Connor is no longer suitable for contact with high-level magic. Fortunately, I asked you to cast a concealment spell on him. Otherwise, his magical aura would have been noticed by some interested people. Although Dumbledore is at Hogwarts, , but those dirty rats hiding in the gutters don’t miss any opportunities.”

"Connor's aura has only recently increased dramatically. He should have learned the Far Eastern witchcraft left behind by his father." Old Devin was a little silent. In fact, he didn't understand the instructions of his ancestor, and even suspected that he was outsmarting the air. Yong, are there any hidden forces in the magic world? Our families are already very behind the scenes. Are there any old guys who are even more behind the scenes? Why didn't I feel it? Have I lived all these years in vain?

"I know what you are thinking, do you not quite believe what I say?"

"."

"Hmph, it's not that you didn't notice them, it's that you are not qualified to enter their field of vision."

"." This hurts my heart, ancestor.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. You don't have to worry about this. Just protect Connor and let him grow up safely. His future path can only be walked by himself. And why did you let that Nott go to Connor to draw? I also thought about teaching him magic in a few years!"

"It's really not me who called him. How did I know that he suddenly went to Hogwarts to become a professor?" Old Devin felt that he was becoming more and more angry as the patriarch of the clan. He should let Connor take over at some point. These ancestors can't afford to offend them, they can't afford to offend them