Connor's Hogwarts

Connor appeared in Hogwarts Castle, bent over and retching. This portkey-like teleportation was not a comfortable experience.

When Connor came to his senses, he found that he had arrived in front of the Hogwarts auditorium. When he turned around, he saw Professor McGonagall standing next to him.

"Professor McGonagall! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you just now." Connor said a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, Mr. Lake." Professor McGonagall showed a kind smile: "I was here to wait for you, and Professor Dumbledore is also waiting for you in the office."

"Uh, okay." Connor scratched his head, knowing that what was supposed to come was coming, and he knew he couldn't avoid it.

Connor followed Professor McGonagall towards the principal's office. Along the way, Professor McGonagall smiled and chatted with Connor, from studies to life to emotional status. Professor McGonagall suddenly became enthusiastic towards Connor. Nadu felt a little flattered.

Maybe teachers like outstanding and good-looking students, Connor thought narcissistically.

In front of the principal's office, Professor McGonagall even reached out and touched Connor's little head. She smiled and said: "Connor, the transformation you used tonight is very good. I am proud of you. You are a good boy, I I believe you will become an amazing wizard in the future."

Connor blushed a little. Professor McGonagall was not too serious today, and he was a little unaccustomed to it: "Thank you, I will try my best."

Professor McGonagall nodded and walked into the principal's office with Connor.

Connor entered the office and saw Dumbledore sitting in the front seat and Snape who had just turned around. There was no one else.

"Professor Dumbledore, I brought this child here." Professor McGonagall's expression became serious again. It seemed that the relationship between Professor McGonagall and Snape was not good.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, and Connor, you look good." Dumbledore stood up and said.

"Then I'll leave first, Dumbledore." Snape nodded towards Dumbledore, turned and walked out the door.

When passing Connor, he stopped and said softly:

"Well done."

Then he walked away without waiting for Connor to answer.

Before Connor could react, the old bat had disappeared. Connor shuddered. This was the first time Snape had praised himself.

After all, his level of potions was only average. Snape usually looked at him with a hateful expression, but he didn't expect that he would actually praise him. This time, Connor was really flattered.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at each other and understood that Dumbledore wanted to talk to Connor alone. She nodded, turned and left the office.

In the end, only Dumbledore, Connor and a phoenix were left in the principal's office.

Connor shrugged, waved his wand, and summoned his usual stool. He sat in his old seat, threw the Sorting Hat back to its original place, and stretched out: " I’m exhausted, professor, and I want to eat toffee.”

As a matter of fact, after a semester of close contact, Connor's favorability with Dumbledore has been quite high. After all, Connor is cute and speaks well. He and Dumbledore are already the kind of people who can joke around. relationship.

Dumbledore smiled, took out a handful of candies from the drawer and pushed them in front of Connor, and said, "Eat, eat, I have prepared a lot of candies tonight. Do you want to try cockroach skewers again this time?"

"No." Connor took a toffee and said with a look of disgust.

Ever since the first time he took a bite of this sweet and cloying pile of cockroaches because he was too embarrassed to refuse, Connor found that he would never eat this candy again.

"That's really a pity. You obviously liked food before." Dumbledore said with a disappointed look on his face.

Connor curled his lips, chewed candy, and slumped on the stool in an awkward manner and said, "Let's get down to business. I'm so tired. I want to go back to sleep."

"Young people should indeed go to bed early and get up early." Dumbledore silently ate a few cockroaches, thought for a moment and said, "Then first tell me about your wonderful adventure tonight, although I learned part of it from Mr. Weasley. , but I still need to confirm it from you."

"Ah~ It's so troublesome." Connor was as paralyzed as Ge You, but he still told the story clearly.

There was nothing to hide from Dumbledore about what happened tonight. From how he entered the secret passage, to his meeting with Gryffindor, to the final "Command Seal" and Gryffindor's commission, Connor had nothing to hide. Dumbledore was told about the reservation.

"In the end, I returned to school through the stone lion's teleportation array, and then came to you." Connor said, his mouth was dry, he picked up the lemon tea on the table and took several sips.

"I see. It turns out that the secret passage is located in that kind of place. This is really unexpected." Dumbledore murmured to himself. He thought for a moment, looked at Connor and said, "Although I am very curious about you. How did you learn the animagus?"

Connor's body stiffened. This was indeed the last thing that happened tonight that Connor didn't want to say but had to say.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was not a pedantic person. He continued: "But everyone has their own secrets, so don't worry, I won't ask you about this, and I won't tell the Ministry of Magic about it."

Connor just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Dumbledore say this:

"Of course, you have to promise me that you won't transform into a small animal and enter the girls' dormitory in the future."

Connor's face suddenly turned red with anger, and he slammed the table angrily: "How can you falsely accuse someone of innocence out of thin air! I, Connor Lake! Am I the kind of person who would spy on girls taking a shower!"

"By the way, you can't transform into the prefect's bathroom." Dumbledore said with a smile in his eyes: "Of course, I believe you wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

Connor paused and ate a candy angrily, secretly regretting why he had never thought of this idea before. Now that Dumbledore knew it, he would definitely not be able to do it.

"Since the treasures of Hogwarts are real," Dumbledore knocked on the table and motioned for Connor to listen carefully: "Connor, I hope you can put more effort into looking for it in the future. If there is anything you need help with, You can also tell me that I will try my best to help you, and I hope that you can find the real treasure in my lifetime."

"Professor, don't you know the clue?" When it came to business, Connor also became serious.

"It's a pity that even though I have stayed at Hogwarts for most of my life, I still haven't been able to find all her secrets." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I really don't have any clues, and even before that I couldn't." Determine the authenticity of this legend."

"Then why did you give me that repeater on my birthday?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment before he thought of what the repeater was. He smiled and said, "It was indeed because of the Sorting Hat that I decided to give you the repeater, because just before the Christmas holiday, it told You are already a true 'qualified person'."

Dumbledore looked at Connor deeply: "Did you learn any powerful magic before the Christmas vacation?"

Connor was stunned. What magic did I learn have to do with being a qualified person? Before the Christmas vacation, oh, by the way, I seem to have learned the [eye brush]?

Connor hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Forget it. I learned half of the powerful family painting magic at that time."

"That's probably because of this reason. During that time, your magic aura was indeed a bit dazzling. Maybe because of this reason, you reached the standard of a 'qualified person' and you were the youngest 'qualified person'. Originally, it was just me. I arranged it unintentionally, thinking that you would have a lot of time to look for this secret in the future, but I didn't expect that you would find the real treasure so quickly."

"Maybe this is fate." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"What is the magic aura?" Connor thought for a while and asked curiously.

"An ancient detection spell that can see the activity of a wizard's bloodline is the magic aura. This is the magic used by wizards in ancient times to select disciples. Few people use this spell now." Dumbledore explained.

"Ah, is that so?" Connor scratched his chin. This magic seemed useless. It didn't matter whether he learned it or not.

Dumbledore glanced at Connor, and saw that he didn't ask any questions, and he was relieved. Connor was cast by his family with magic that concealed the magical aura. Dumbledore could see this, and it seemed that Connor didn't know. On this point, since Connor didn't ask, Dumbledore was happy to save the trouble.

Dumbledore looked at the time, and then said: "Then let's come here tonight. I won't disturb your time anymore. You should really have a good rest now."

"By the way, I believe you don't want others to know what happened tonight."

Seeing Connor nodded, Dumbledore continued: "So, I have discussed it with the professors here tonight and they will not spread this matter around. Your friends Mr. Weasley also agreed Got this.”

"The students at the school were not able to leave the castle tonight, so they don't know what happened. As for the Ministry of Magic, I will handle it. With the help of your family, everything will be covered up, so you don't have to worry about anything. Please come to my door."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Connor thanked him. This indeed saved him a lot of trouble. Dumbledore's thighs are indeed thick enough, so he won't lose money in this apprenticeship.

"This is what I should do, then, I hope you have a good dream tonight." Dumbledore raised his glass.

"Same for you, Professor." Connor also raised his glass and drank the lemon black tea specially prepared by Dumbledore to help him sleep.