Connor's Hogwarts

Connor looked at his work with a strange expression on his face. Mandy in the painting looked at Professor Nott with great concern, which reminded Connor of something.

Because when he painted this painting, Connor didn't know that it was his grandmother. He subconsciously thought that Mandy was Professor Nott's. You know, and the character of the painting was determined by the painter. In this way.

Connor decided that he would never tell his grandfather that he had painted his grandmother's portrait for Professor Nott. He had clearly just painted his own portrait for Professor Nott. Well, that's right.

Sure enough, Slytherin is a healthy house x (cross out)

In fact, if we really want to be honest, the painting Connor painted has nothing to do with Mandy's grandmother. It is a painting formed from Professor Nott's memory and Connor's subjective thoughts. It is very different from the real Mandy's grandmother. big.

The moment a painting is completed, it has nothing to do with the artist. In the future, the character of the painting may change due to its experience as a painting, but this has nothing to do with Connor.

"Connor, I made you laugh." After calming down, Professor Nott sat aside and said apologetically to Connor.

Connor shook his head and said nothing. He was just a bystander from the beginning to the end. People who eat melons must have the consciousness of people who eat melons. Connor did not and did not want to say anything more.

"Actually, I have been secretly asking for information about the Dark Lord over the years. I think the secret of his immortality is related to soul magic. Principal Dumbledore also thinks so on this point, but soul magic is the most mysterious magic. We No specific reason has been found yet.”

"." This NPC was just telling some useless news. Connor was complaining in his heart, but his face looked like he was listening attentively.

"Of course I will continue to search in the future. I plan to search in other countries, such as Germany and France. I can always find useful information." Professor Nott seemed to have thought of something and smiled and said: "Next semester I will I can no longer be your professor, you have to find another Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"You will still be my professor." Connor paused and said, "You have taught me a lot, and I have always been grateful to you."

Connor learned the most from Professor Nott this semester, and Connor knew this.

"Yes, thank you. You are also my proudest student." Professor Nott smiled and said: "After Easter comes back, we still have two months. If you don't understand anything or want to ask, you can come. Come to me, I can still provide you with some help."

"Okay, I know how to teach you, Professor." Not everyone can receive the generous teachings from an elite Auror, so Connor naturally wouldn't be polite.

Professor Nott looked at Mandy's portrait again, with a complicated expression on his face, and said, "Take this painting back and give it to your grandfather. She does not belong to me."

"Hey! Sack!" Mandy in the painting was about to speak, but was interrupted by Connor on the side.

"No."

Connor shook his head, turned his head, looked out the window and said: "This painting does belong to you. Because she is Mandy Miller, not Mandy Lake. She is not my grandmother, it... is just me. It’s just a piece of work. Since you commissioned me to paint it, it belongs to you.”

Of course, Connor couldn't take the painting back because he was afraid that his grandfather would beat him to death.

Professor Nott was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head and said to Connor in a very serious tone: "Thank you, Connor, thank you."

At this point, Connor and Professor Nott returned to a pure teacher-student relationship. After that, Connor and Professor Nott chatted a lot. It was not until Connor walked out of Professor Nott's office that he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Connor always felt that these two days had been as long as two months. It was because so many things had happened.

"Connor! Why have you been talking to Professor Nott for so long?"

"Yes, yes, we have been waiting here for more than half an hour!"

"Hurry up, we want to see the big sword!"

"If you don't come out, we're going to start playing the monster card."

Connor turned his head and saw the twins and Roger Lee running around the corner, still complaining.

Connor smiled happily, his eyes narrowed in laughter, and he said: "Come on, come on, let's go play cards."

"Wow, Connor, why do you laugh so horribly!"

"Huh? Who are you talking about!"

"Every time you smile like that, I always feel like someone is going to be unlucky."

"You fart! I'm obviously smiling happily."

"Yes, you are happy every time someone is unlucky."

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"Stop playing cards, I want to play Big Sword! Big Sword!"

Connor and his friends walked away chatting and laughing, and the corridor was filled with the laughter of children.

No matter how bad the world is, it will not affect the young wizards for the time being. It is precisely because the world is bad that we must cherish the beauty of every day.

After reading Professor Nott's memories, what Connor felt most deeply was nothing else but the insignificance of life.

Connor didn't want to feel the powerlessness and despair like Professor Nott.

Connor wants to have enough power to protect everything.

Connor wants Hogwarts to become a true fairy tale.

In a blink of an eye, it is the day of the Easter holidays, and the school is filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Regardless of whether the final exam is approaching, holidays are always a happy thing.

But something doesn't seem right about our red-haired twins.

"Fred, George, why are you carrying this box?" Patsy Weasley raised his eyebrows and pointed to the two large push boxes behind the twins.

This time, Connor still left Hogsmeade with the Weasley brothers. When they gathered at the school gate, Patsy noticed the twins dragging two large boxes behind them, and asked curiously, if you want to know In the past, the twins usually brought nothing with them when they went home for vacation. At most, they used backpacks to carry a few clothes, but this time they brought two boxes.

"Of course there are textbooks in here!"

"There's an exam coming back, so we need to prepare for it."

"What? Are you still preparing for the exam?" Percy looked in disbelief.

"Why can't we prepare for the exam? Do you look down on us!"

"That's right, Patsy looks down on people!"

Connor was watching Fred and George talking nonsense. Will the twins review? No way, they will only put extra effort into things that interest them.

They won't do such things as reviewing in advance for exams.

Connor knew what was in their boxes, which were various potion materials, herbs and related books. As for why Connor knew, it was because Connor helped collect (lai) these things.

As for what they wanted these things for, the reason they told Connor was that they wanted to make the "skipping pills" that Connor proposed.

After that night, Fred and George seemed to be stimulated and became much more studious. Although they still looked carefree on the surface, Connor knew that they were working hard secretly.

This is a good thing. Of course Connor will not stop them, and is happy to give them advice and steal some materials from Snape and the school's greenhouse. Ahem, Connor has paid secretly, after all, he has a lot of money. An advantage too.

Saying goodbye to the noisy Weasley brothers, Connor walked towards Lake Manor.

The twins had their holiday plans, and of course Connor had his own. He had an idea that had basically met the conditions for realization, and he planned to get it out during the Easter holiday.

But when I think about meeting my grandfather, I feel a little timid for some reason.

Connor walked into Lake Manor with an anxious mood.