Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 144 Call from Faraway Shire
The next evening, Connor and the others ran to Hagrid's cabin again.

"Hagrid! We're coming to see the Thestrals!"

"Oh, you are here, haha, come and see, this little guy is very happy to see you here." Hagrid poked his head out from the nearby woods, smiled and waved to several people.

Connor walked into the grove and saw a little thestral hiding in the shadows. The thestral approached Connor when it saw Connor, and it seemed very friendly. Connor reached out and touched it successfully. head of.

"Looks like the kid likes you, Connor." Hagrid laughed.

"Maybe, but I won't be able to see it soon." In Connor's eyes, this thestral looked "darker" than last night. Seeing Hagrid's puzzled expression, Connor He explained:
"I just asked Dumbledore, and he said that when the Thestral is injured, its invisibility will be weakened. At this time, it may be seen by wizards with strong spiritual power."

"Oh! That's it! This point must be carefully written down." Hagrid murmured.

"So, Connor, your mental power is very strong? Why can't we see it?" Fred muttered a little unconvinced.

Hagrid touched the Thestral, and said to Connor, "But it's okay, even if you can't see it, I think it will remember you."

"Maybe." Connor smiled. Suddenly, a voice of "beep!" came from Connor's arms. Connor quickly reached into his arms and took out a Facebook page. The little fox on it saw Connor Then he uttered the words: "Honest Charles requests communication!"

Connor quickly blocked its mouth, and said to several people, "Sorry, I'm going to pick up a face."

Connor walked towards Hagrid's hut while holding Facebook, pointed at the little fox and said, "Mira One! You can't mention the nickname I gave to others in front of others! Remember it!?"

With tears in his eyes, the little fox groaned aggrievedly and hid in the book. Connor opened Facebook to the page of Uncle Charles, and Charles in a suit and leather shoes appeared on the mirror.

"Connor, huh? Are you at school?" Charles, who was on the opposite side, first saw the savage-like house behind Connor, and said in surprise.

"Don't worry about these things. Does Uncle Shire want to ask me?" Connor waved his hand and said.

"Oh, that's right. The first issue of our Lake Comic Magazine will be released soon. The current launch date is September 21. Do you see any problems?" Charles directly explained the purpose of his visit.

"This, you can figure it out for yourself. If you ask me, I don't understand." Connor said indifferently: "By the way, what works are there in the first issue?"

"Well, there are mainly "Pokemon", "Digimon", "The Adventures of Teemo". There are also some works submitted by lesser-known cartoonists."

These comics are all drawn in the form of "the image setting and story outline provided by Connor, handed over to the copywriting editorial department to write the plot, and then handed over to the artist for painting".

Connor didn't know how their stories were written, but as long as the "little monsters" he drew could enter people's field of vision, that would be enough.

Anyway, people who make up the story may not remember clearly, but the image of Pikachu will always be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Connor is not worried about this.

"That's right, by the way, I asked your copywriting planning and editorial department to think about the story of the Egyptian pharaoh, how is it going?"

"My little boss, with so much work, our side is really too busy."

"Then I don't care. You have to come up with a story before Christmas. At that time, the Youkai Kaegypt chapter is about to be released. We are very tight on time."

".Yes yes yes, I will try my best."

Uh-huh, Connor was in a great mood, and it really felt good to leave his work to others. He felt that his decision to let Shire go to the Muggle world to start a company was really wise.

The minds of wizards are really not as big as that of Muggles. Only those who have never been in touch with mystery have more fantasies about mystery.

But...Thinking about the people in the editorial department, it's quite pitiful. They have to think of a wizard version of the story first. After the story is adopted by Connor, Connor will throw them a bunch of new settings and let them think about a new one. Muggle version of the story.

Think about it, the plan they worked so hard to think of was rejected by Shire, and then they had to overthrow it and redo it. It must be very sad.

But what does this have to do with Connor?It was Shire who gave the order, didn't he?
Connor smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Uncle Shire, what's going on at the pharmaceutical factory?"

"Pharmaceutical factory? I don't know about this. Mr. Di Wen has already sent someone to take over my work. I think I'm ready for production there." Charles replied truthfully.

"That's it, Uncle Shire, although you don't need to control the pharmaceutical factory, you still have to take care of the money."

"I know this. I am the major shareholder of the two companies. You don't need to worry about this." Shire shrugged, and he had the air of a big boss.

"Well, well, since the manga is ready to be released, the production of animation is also on the agenda. Increase efforts and investment. Don't pay too much attention to the income. Publicity is the first priority." Connor urged.

"I understand." Charles was in a bit of a mixed mood. It's rare to see such a company that is only for fame but not for profit.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Say hello to Aunt Elena and Blanche for me." Connor waved his hand with a smile, and covered his Facebook page.

"Connor, who is the honest man?" Suddenly, Fred's voice came from the window. Connor looked up and saw four heads neatly attached to the window.

"It's my second uncle, that's Blanche's father. They just returned to China during the summer vacation, and they haven't been to the cabin in the woods, so you haven't seen him yet." Connor replied nonchalantly.

"Oh, why do you call him an honest man? Is he honest (Honest)?" George asked curiously.

"." You still can't get around this stalk, can you?Connor reluctantly changed the subject: "Where's Hagrid? You don't watch Thestrals anymore?"

"We can't see anything, what's there to see?" Li said.

"You can see the footprints it has stepped on." Connor pushed the door and went out, just as Hagrid came back from the woods.

"Connor, the injury on the little Thestral's wing will fully heal in about two weeks, so you don't have to worry about it." Hagrid smiled.

"By the way, Hagrid, do you know our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He's a priest. He's going to teach us healing magic this week. By then we'll learn that we can heal thestrals and make them heal faster. ’ said Roger.

"Priest!? This can't be done!" Hagrid said loudly, seeing several people looking at him curiously, Hagrid explained: "Healing magic will only aggravate its injuries, especially the church's healing magic, which is very harmful to Thestrals. It's fatal, otherwise I wouldn't use herbs to save it."

"Eh? Why?" Several people asked in surprise.

Hagrid shook his head and said, "This... Actually, I don't know too well. I only know that the healing magic of the church is different from ordinary healing magic. Their healing magic is modified and is very unfriendly to wizards."

Several people looked at each other, full of doubts, but they were even more curious about the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

(End of this chapter)