Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 107 Family Theater
In the demonized version of the Citroen, eight people have already sat in the back seat of the car. This car is seriously overloaded in the Muggle sense, but because it is a demonized version of the car, it is estimated that eighteen people can fit in it .

I just don't know if this car only burns gasoline, so it might not be able to move...

Considering that they might be in-laws, or in the mood of watching the excitement (x), the Delacour family set off together to find Charles after discussing it.

Now in the spacious interior of the car, eight people were divided into two groups, with three men and a woman on one side, and three girls and a boy on the other side.

Connor, trapped.

"Are you the Connor who invented the monster card?" Fleur Delacour pointed at Connor in a haughty but curious tone.

Connor looked with great interest at the little girl who looked very uneducated (crossed out) proud and had a quarter of the blood of Meiwa.

In fact, Furong doesn't have the charm of Meiwa that can kill people in legends, she's just a pretty little girl, maybe because she's still young?
But Connor didn't feel much when he saw the beautiful woman with half of Meiwa's blood, maybe because he was still young?
... Connor shook his head, nodded to Fleur again, and said:
"Yes, do you want to sign? Where do you want to sign? On the skirt?" Connor took out a paintbrush from his pocket while talking, with an expression of "I'm going to sign soon".

"Huh?" Fu Rong showed an inexplicable expression, "What nonsense are you talking about, I don't need an autograph!"

"Then you want my limited monster card? Sorry, you can only draw this card yourself, and I can't give you the card directly."

"I don't want your monster card! I haven't even played it!" Fu Rong frowned delicately and shouted.

Connor tilted his head: "Then you want to ask me for a painting? That's not okay, I have to draw for Emily recently, and I don't have time to draw for you."

"What?! I don't want your painting!" Fu Rong denied it three times.

Connor frowned: "You don't want my signature, nor do you want me to draw for you? Then what do you ask me to do?"

"I..." Fu Rong was stunned, by the way, what did I ask him to do?I'm like... just wanted to say hello?

Little Furong was fooled by Connor, she had never encountered such a situation before.

She used to talk to male classmates in school, whether they were older or younger, they always looked stupid in front of her, and their words faltered.

She had never met a boy like Connor who asked her if she wanted to sign an autograph and looked disgusted at her like Connor.

Fu Rong paused for a while, then asked blankly, "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

As soon as I finished talking about Furong, I regretted it. How could I ask such a stupid question? Has my brain been eaten by slugs? She just wanted to change the subject, but when she saw Connor looking at her seriously, she proudly Stretch out your small chest.

Connor looked carefully at Fu Rong's face, with blue eyes, delicate facial features, and long silver shawl hair, she was indeed a beauty, and then Connor said:

"Sorry, with all due respect, although you look good, I still think you are a little bit worse than Emily."

Far worse than me.

Connor gestured a little bit, but Emily next to her blushed.

At this time, Furong's domineering posture has completely disappeared, replaced by a face with wide eyes and a cannibalistic appearance.

Sure enough, the most effective way to piss off a woman is to compare her appearance with another woman and then belittle her.

"You! Hmph!" Fu Rong was so angry that she couldn't speak, she dragged Gabriel to the side.

Connor smiled and waved to Gabriel who was being dragged away by Fleur, and Gabriel made a grimace back at Connor.

"Kang Connor, why do you say that about Miss Fu Rong, don't you like her?" Emily hesitated after cooling down, then tugged at Connor's sleeve and asked.

Connor said nonsense: "That's not true, it's just that you can tell by her aggressive tone that she is a spoiled princess character. I'm just helping her change her bad habits."

"Besides, she hasn't even played my monster card, so I know she doesn't even have a friend to play with. If she doesn't change her attitude towards people and things, she will suffer a lot when she goes out into the society."

"So it's like this, Connor, you are such a good person." Emily nodded in a daze.

On the other side, seeing Fleur pulling Gabriel to the side, Mr. Delacour whispered to Apolline: "What should I do, it seems that Fleur hasn't made any new friends yet."

"Hey~ that child is too stubborn, and I have nothing to do." Apollin said distressedly: "However, that child feels a little strange to me."

"Which one? That Connor?"

"Yes, the child gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity"

"? Why do you feel this way?"

"I don't know, it's like seeing another half-blood charm baby."

"Well, that child is indeed very beautiful."

The car drove into the urban area of ​​Paris, finally stopped at a very deserted street, and arrived at its destination.

Connor and his party came out from the back door one after another, startling the young men passing by for a moment.

"That's... here?" Grandpa pointed to the dilapidated building in front of him and said.

"...It should probably be here...um." Mr. Delacour said in an uncertain tone.

"Your family used to run a hotel!?" Grandfather's voice was as surprised as seeing mosquitoes in a snowy winter.

"Of course it wasn't before. It was just an ordinary house. It didn't exist before I left. I haven't been here for more than ten years." Mr. Delacour said honestly, waving his hands.

That's right, what appeared in front of Connor's group was a small hotel that looked dilapidated.

Old Diwen's eyes were a little dark. It wasn't like this before, which means that it was all done by that Shire! ?Could it be that his daughter married a second-generation ancestor who had to rely on running a hotel in this deserted street to make ends meet! ! ?Still a Squib! ! !

Connor seemed to feel the murderous aura overflowing from his grandfather.
Mr. Delacour didn't dare to say much, he walked in the front and pushed open the door of the dilapidated hotel.

"Welcome light—ah!! Dad. Dad!?"

Connor poked his head out from behind the door, and saw a beautiful woman in her 30s who was sitting behind the front desk of the hotel. Her face, which was somewhat familiar to Flora, was full of unbelievable surprise. It seemed that this Is... found the right person?
This Connor's second aunt first screamed, then subconsciously shrank behind the stage, and finally took out her wand from behind, looking like she was so panicked that she wanted to Apparate and run away.

"Eileen——!!" The grandfather yelled loudly, and then the second aunt's wand fell to the ground in fright.

Crackling, at this moment, the sound of knocking over chairs from upstairs, thump, thud, this is the sound of going down the stairs quickly:
"Eileen! Elena! Are you okay—ah? Clement? Why are you here? Elena! Uh, sister-in-law, what happened?"

Walking down the stairs was an uncle with messy brown hair, a bearded face, and bloodshot eyes, but he could still see his handsome background.

He stared blankly at Elena, who was huddled under the reception desk of the hotel, who looked like she was holding her head to prevent herself from squatting, and a large group of men, women, old and children who came in at the door, with question marks all over their faces.

It seems that this is the second uncle?Looks really... down and out.

Connor hid aside and silently ate melons, um, British cantaloupe, Connor packed a lot in his pocket, he took out one and handed it to Emily, the child obediently took it, and then stared blankly Connor, with the doubt of "Why are you handing me a melon?" written in his eyes.

Seeing that his grandfather was about to rant, Connor quickly took out a few more cantaloupes from his pocket.

At this time, a voice came from the stairs, preventing a human tragedy from happening.

"Mom and Dad, what happened?"

A little girl about ten years old carefully poked her head out from the stairs, and said with a clear voice like a wind chime.

Why do you say it looks like a wind chime, because she speaks French, and Connor can't understand it as if she is listening to a wind chime.

But Connor knew that his grandfather might not be able to scold him this time, because Connor seemed to hold back all his words when he saw his grandfather—his old face was flushed with suffocation, and it was red and purple, looking very scary.

For a moment, no one dared to speak, and the scene was silent.
Only the sound of Connor chewing melon silently remained
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