Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 103 From London to Paris
From London to Paris, it takes just over two hours by train.

But now it is 1990, and the construction of the Eurostar has not yet started. Ordinary people who want to go from London to Paris can only take a plane or a ship, because from England to France, they need to cross the English Channel.

And we know that the narrowest part of the English Channel is only 34 kilometers, which is just an apparition effort for wizards.

Magic, bringing each other closer.

But the law prevents us from approaching.

Wizards cannot apparate directly to France. Wizards need a "visa" to enter and exit other countries, otherwise they will be treated as dark wizards.

Connor wanted to go to France with his grandfather. This matter was very simple. It was a reasonable and legal visit. As long as he registered with the Ministry of Magic, he could go straight to Paris with the Portkey.

In fact, Connor didn't want to use any Portkey if he could. He would rather go by boat than experience the thrill of using a Portkey.

But Connor's grandfather was a little anxious...

"Can you hurry up, miss, we are in a hurry." British Ministry of Magic, fifth basement floor, Department of International Magical Cooperation, grandfather Diwen is taking Connor here to apply for a "visa".

"Okay, okay, Mr. Lake, please wait a moment, our relevant staff is already handling it for you at full speed." The lady at the front desk nodded and bowed, looking more anxious than her grandfather.

Connor knew this older lady. He met him when he was a child. She was Flora's colleague at the time. He didn't expect that several years later, she was still working at the front desk.

"Okay, the proof documents of Mr. Divin Lake and Mr. Connor Lake..." A young man who seemed to have just graduated hurried over with two pieces of paper.

In fact, Connor has never understood why many wizards still subconsciously choose to use their bodies directly for things that can be done with magic.

Why do you want to run by yourself when you can fly those two pieces of paper with a wave of your wand?Although Connor wanted to ask this question, it seemed very impolite. Connor was a child with a tutor, and he chose to be a quiet and handsome man.

"And... Connor... Mr. is not yet of age, so I need to record traces..."

"Hey! Trouble is not trouble, you have to! Just give me the certificate, we are leaving, if you have any questions, just report me Divin Lake's name!" The grandfather interrupted the other party very impolitely, and then He snatched the two pieces of paper from his hand, turned around and pulled Connor away.

"..." Maybe this is the real aristocratic style?
"Mr. Lake...Mr. Lake! I will take you downstairs to make door keys!" The lady at the front desk shouted hurriedly, trying to get out from behind the stage.

"I know where it is, so I don't need to trouble you." The grandfather pulled Connor into the elevator... I don't know if it was an electric elevator, and he closed the door without waiting for the young lady to come in.

"These people in the Ministry of Magic are troublesome. Decades ago, there were not so many cumbersome procedures... That little girl will definitely ask us to sign a bunch of guarantees when she comes in. When she is done, it will be dark... Blame damn Robert , How dare you let me dove." My grandfather muttered to himself.

Connor wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his brow. Robert was an old friend and business partner of his grandfather, and he usually helped his grandfather handle business matters.

In Connor's impression, his grandfather had always used his good friend as a life secretary, but today old Mr. Robert's daughter gave birth, and he heard old Diwen say that it was such a trivial matter as going abroad, so he ignored his grandfather.

So my grandfather's mood didn't look very good.

The two took the elevator to the sixth basement floor, Department of Magical Transportation, Portkey Office.

"Hey, Mr. Diwen, we meet again. Are you going abroad again?" Just after entering the door, a middle-aged fat and greasy uncle called to stop the two of them.

"Hey, Feite, are you on duty today? What a coincidence." The grandfather took care of the uncle, then pulled Connor to introduce him: "Connor, this is Mr. Feite Winter. He is a magician." Minister of Transportation. Fetter, this is my grandson Connor."

"Oh, of course I know Mr. Connor. This is our talented little wizard, a big baby in our British magic world. Nice to meet you, Connor. I like your monster card very much."

"Ah, nice to meet you, Mr. Winter."

What kind of messy title?Connor resisted the discomfort, shook hands with the greasy uncle stiffly, then smiled politely and hid behind his grandfather, wiping the sweat from his hands on his grandfather's trouser legs.

It turns out that wizards also have fat people.

The grandfather's face froze, and he continued to exchange greetings with Mr. Fett pretending not to care.

"Fite, I'm going to France with Connor. Here's our entry and exit certificate." After exchanging pleasantries, my grandfather smiled and handed the two pieces of paper to Mr. Winter.

Mr. Winter took it, glanced at it casually, and returned it to his grandfather. He said with a smile, "I happen to be free, so I'll take you to get a portkey."

"That would be great..."

Then the three of them walked into the office talking and laughing, while Connor looked around, watching these civil servants doing all kinds of tricks...

"Let me look for it, it's in Paris... Yes, this..." Winter took out a pocket watch from a cabinet full of messy things, handed it to Old Divin, and said:

"This is a standard one-way door key. You can start it by turning the hour, minute, and second hands to twelve o'clock. The destination is the French Ministry of Magic. Please return this door key to the staff there. It can be recycled and recharged for use.”

Generally speaking, if you want to use a Portkey, you need to report to the Ministry of Magic first, and then the wizard will make it yourself, but except for some powerful wizards, making a Portkey is actually quite a time-consuming job.

So the Ministry of Magic will also make some Portkeys here for emergencies, although Connor thinks their matter is not urgent... But... who made us... rich and powerful...

"Okay, thanks, Fett." Grandpa took the pocket watch and started to adjust the needle.

"This time the matter is a bit urgent, please report to the Ministry of Magic when I come back... Connor, catch me..."

"It doesn't matter, I happen to be free for this kind of trivial matter, so I can help you with it." Mr. Fei Te smiled more like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Oh, that's really troublesome, Fett, thank you very much."

"Easy to do, easy to do."

Connor quickly grabbed his grandfather's arm, and his grandfather raised his head and waved to Mr. Winter, and said with a smile: "Then, see you later, Feite."

Then Connor felt dizzy, he only saw Fate's fat face spinning into a ridiculous shape, and the next second, Connor suddenly bent over and retched.

"Connor, you just need to get used to it, and you will often use the portkey in the future." Grandpa was standing aside now, looking calm and breezy.

"I don't want to use this kind of thing often, grandpa, let's take a boat back when the time comes..."

Connor had a suspicious liquid remaining on the corner of his mouth, and he looked like he had been played badly and had no love for him...

You can't even imagine what a terrifying experience it would be to have a hook on your navel pulling you flying.

"Gentlemen, hello, welcome to the French Ministry of Magic." A murmuring voice that Connor couldn't understand rang in his ears.

"Hello, we are wizards from London, and we are visiting relatives and friends in France." Then my grandfather replied in a murmur.

Then the two started chatting babblingly.

Connor froze, this is...French?
The sudden sadness was like the waves at low tide, hitting Connor's face wave after wave, endlessly...

It is foreseeable that Connor will start to learn French again after learning English helplessly.

Connor said with mixed feelings...Labor and management hate learning foreign languages...

(End of this chapter)