Connor's Hogwarts

"What are you studying Connor?"

Nicolas Flamel pushed open the door of Connor's laboratory and walked straight in:

"Guess what I discovered? I have to say that I underestimated that little brat Voldemort before. I didn't expect him to be such a genius..."

Connor calmly put the "small things" in his pocket into his pocket, and then slowly arranged the table:

"What new discovery makes you so excited, teacher?"

"That diary, remember the soul alchemy I mentioned to you? I always thought it was a fruitless evil way, but Voldemort was able to sort out a complete set of soul alchemy from the irregular soul alchemy. A viable system…”

Nicolas Flamel walked up to Connor excitedly and suddenly changed the subject: "What were you studying here just now?"

"As you can see, I'm sorting through the experimental data."

"Hey! Don't try to lie to me. Can you spend the whole day just sorting out the data? I've seen you since you didn't go out all day. What did you hide just now?"

"Nothing, you read it wrong, so what exactly did you study from that diary?"

Nicoléme's attention was immediately diverted. He waved his hands and said excitedly:

"Soul Alchemy! This is a field that I used to look down on and rarely touch. You know, I have always believed that the end point of alchemy is Azote. The relationship between Azote and the soul is as inseparable as fish and water, so I have always felt that research Azote is studying the soul..."

"But now I realize that I was still too ignorant. Azote may be two completely different things from soul, and their relationship may be more complicated than I thought..."

Nico gushed as soon as he started talking: "I used to think that it was against the rules to use souls as materials for alchemy. Using souls to do alchemy is as stupid as if a soul eater would devour oneself. However, Voldemort developed a A different path”

"Oh? What do you say?" Connor raised his eyebrows, became serious, and quickly pulled Nico to the side and sat down.

"I told you before that Voldemort used alchemy to fuse part of his soul with the diary. The diary became his new body, and he alienated himself into a monster - but, after my research, I found out that’s not the case.”

Nico touched his palm and said: "Although Voldemort did merge his soul with the diary, his soul form did not change. In fact, I should have thought when he was able to use magic to transform himself that day, he was not actually distorted. own soul.”

"." Connor frowned and said thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"

".It means that while Voldemort changed his soul form, he cleverly avoided the side effects of soul alchemy. He did not create a 'horcrux' but split himself."

Nico stretched out his thin fingers: "I also studied the Ravenclaw diadem, which is also Voldemort's Horcrux, but the diadem is completely different from the diary. It can be said that the diadem is part of Voldemort's soul." residence', and the diary is another Tom Riddle! Voldemort, he split himself in two when he was young!"

"." Connor touched his smooth chin and said: "You mean, the diary is not a Horcrux, but another Voldemort, right? In fact, Tom and Voldemort in the diary are actually two different people. Individual?"

"Yes, that's what it means, and as a diary, Tom is not a 'monster', but a 'person who looks like a diary'. It is a breakthrough case in soul alchemy."

"Why is this?"

"This explanation is a bit complicated, but I think it's mainly because that diary contains not only Voldemort's soul, but also his flesh and blood! Yes, Voldemort combined his blood, flesh, soul and a diary into one. This is a new direction for soul alchemy!”

Nico laughed and said: "Now it seems that I was biased against black magic in the past. Maybe I should know more about this aspect. This will be a great inspiration for my alchemy research."

Connor's eyelids twitched but he didn't say anything to stop him. The character of an old monster like Nico was not comparable to that of a "young man" like him. He was not worried at all whether the teacher would go astray.

Then he thought about the theory that Voldemort's "resurrection" ceremony two years later could transform his broken self into a living person. Lao Fu's attainments in alchemy might be really strong.

"I understand. This is indeed a great discovery. The soul is really interesting." Connor stood up and said, "In a few days I should be able to get his knowledge inheritance from Slytherin. His knowledge of the soul." The research results will definitely be very helpful to us, and I will share with the teacher to discuss this issue when the time comes."

"Oh? Is Slytherin willing to share his knowledge?" Nico didn't know much about Hogwarts.

"This is the rule of a game that has been played for thousands of years," Connor shrugged: "I will get a reward if I win. This is the benefit of us Hogwarts students, so don't think about it."

Nico watched Connor walking outside and followed him: "Are you leaving now? Aren't you going to study Voldemort with me? You haven't entered my laboratory for several days. I need an assistant to help. !”

"You can just find any ghost for that kind of thing. Otherwise, you can use a golem. Why are you looking for me?"

"Hey! You are my student! Shouldn't you take the initiative to share the teacher's worries!?"

"I still have a lot of things to do. How about I draw an assistant for you?"

"Damn it! Connor, you have been so slack lately. You must correct your attitude when doing research!"

"I know, I know, I'm going to have dinner. Goodbye, teacher."

Connor left the ghost factory and came to the lively school competition hall.

Today's competition hall has become an after-school activity center for many little wizards, and many clubs have moved their club activity venues here.

For example, Lockhart's dueling club is very well run. Looking down from the auditorium, you can see that the venue is full of people. On one side, the little wizards are shooting duels, and on the other side, the little wizards are playing monster cards. There were shouts of competition, and there were more melon-eaters and lovers mixed in in twos and threes.

After the Christmas holiday, the somewhat depressing atmosphere of the school had disappeared, or perhaps the previous snake disaster was just a near-miss. Hogwarts has returned to its former liveliness—even more so than before.

Moreover, the recent big moves in the school have also overwhelmed the little wizards. After the popularity of Facebook, because the speed of information dissemination has become faster, the wizards have lamented that there are too many melons to eat every day. The little wizards feel that their lives are like every day. Everything is changing.

For example, so-and-so created some games with his magic pen, so-and-so got together with so-and-so, so-and-so has a collection of strange short videos, etc.

There has been a "Facebook trend" among wizards. If you don't have Facebook, no one will be willing to make friends with you.

Some old wizards even went to newspapers to scold the Lake family, saying that today's young wizards have become "low-minded people." The evil Lake Group is bringing chaos to the wizarding world.

After the efficiency of information dissemination has been improved, the changes brought to the wizarding world are very drastic. The release of the magic pen has started a "violent" mode in the wizarding world. More and more wizards have set their sights on this emerging "industry" "Among them.

The sluggish wizarding world seems to have suddenly become younger, and the lively Hogwarts is just a microcosm of the entire wizarding society. The wizarding world has begun to change under the impetus of a pair of invisible hands.

And the "mastermind" who caused all this! The man who changed the wizarding world! ——Connor Sama is watching all this silently.

"Connor, why are you here? I was just looking for you."

Connor's aura was broken, and he turned around with a smile on his face: "I just came out of the laboratory, and I'm here to get some fresh air. You came just in time, and I happened to be looking for you."

"Don't make trouble, someone is here." Penello rolled her eyes and pushed away Connor's "clutches", but there was no sign of reluctance on her face. She whispered: "Be careful outside, don't be seen. What to do when we arrive?”

"Hey" Connor smiled and didn't say much. He turned around and looked at the crowd below the competition hall. Penelo was standing behind him as neatly as before.

"What's wrong? What are you doing to me?"

"The first power plant on the Muggle side has been prepared, and the Duke of Devonshire is already urging us to send 'raw materials'."

"Well, I understand, I will arrange it."

"And from home. Ahem, I sent a few letters from Mr. Devine."

"Huh? Why should the old man write me a letter if you have nothing to do? Isn't it okay to tell me on Facebook if something happens?"

"Those are several 'cover letters' written by several foreigners who want to apply for school professorships. They should have been forwarded to you only through Mr. Devin's relationship."

"Tsk, I've been entrusted with the relationship. Should I say that these people are really well-informed? Since the old man didn't mention it to me, they are unimportant people. They are probably mediocre people who threw the letter to me because they couldn't save face. Yes, don’t worry about him.”

"Oh, the last thing is the registration status of the Phoenix Brotherhood and the Nurmengard Brotherhood. All the seniors who graduated from the fraternity have taken the initiative to apply to join the Phoenix Brotherhood, emmmm, and Tonks said that she wants to be the vice-president. long."

"Leave her alone, let her paw."

"Oh, and the registration situation of the Nurmengard Brotherhood is not optimistic. Currently, there are only five people registered. Apart from me, the three seventh graders and one sixth grader who signed up are from Muggle families. Origin.”

"." Connor nodded: "I understand, just give me the list later."

He sighed: "The graduated seniors all have jobs. There is no reason to come into this muddy water just because of my few words. It is expected that few people are interested in this branch. Anyway, take your time with this matter. Not urgent."

"Well, that's it. By the way, the student union is holding a prom party for senior students tonight. Connor, do you want it?"

"No time."

"Oh." Penello stopped talking.

Connor turned back to look at Penello's pretending to be calm, and smiled: "What? Do you want to invite me to the prom party?"

Penello blinked and said innocently: "The student union has called on you to invite you, Connor. I am also a member of the student union. I was just sent here to ask for your opinion. In short, the decision is yours."

"Then I won't go, I still have to do experiments."

"Oh." Penello stopped talking again.

Connor keenly noticed that Penelo's eyes dimmed obviously. He rolled his eyes and said with a bad smile: "But... if Penelo admits that you want to go to the dance with me, then this is okay. It’s not that it’s not negotiable.”

Penello blushed when his little thoughts were seen through, and then looked around as if he was guilty. When he saw that there was no one around, he lowered his head and whispered: "I want to invite you, Connor, to be my dance partner, because only fifth graders can participate. So Alice won't go."

"Oh? No wonder you are so interested, but she will still know about it tomorrow, won't I be in trouble then? Don't you always say that we should be more careful?"

Damn Alice! Penello gritted his teeth and cursed angrily in his heart. Although he knew that his relationship with Connor could not be exposed yet, his unwillingness would not lessen.

Seeing Penello's shoulders slump again, Connor came up with a teasing smile: "But... yes, as long as you promise me a small condition, I will accompany you."

"Really?" Penello raised his head in surprise and shouted happily.

"Uh-huh, as long as you agree to my small request." Connor's smile was malicious and a little rippled, but Penello hadn't noticed it yet.

"I agreed!" Penello said without thinking, because in her subconscious mind Connor would not harm her. She had already sold her life to him anyway, so there was nothing else she could not do.

Connor smiled and took out a small thing from his pocket and put it on Penello's hand. It was oval, pink, and very beautiful. It was the "little thing" he hid when he left the laboratory.

"This is a gift I made after a busy day. It is specially given to you. My request is that you should bring it with you to the dance."

Penello rubbed the smooth surface of the small thing in his hand. Could this be the egg of some magical animal? She tilted her head and asked curiously:

"What is this? Is it the egg of some animal with traces of magic inside? What is it used for?"

"It's indeed an 'egg'"

Connor leaned forward and whispered softly into Penello's ear, and then Penello's face became redder and redder, until finally it was almost smoking, and she almost lost her grip on the "little gift" in her hand. ".

"How is it? Are you still willing?"

Penello had never thought that Connor's smile could be so bad. She lowered her head and spoke like a gnat:

"I already promised."