Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 492
Lockhart didn't magically set Harry's bones together, he removed Harry's bones entirely.

So Harry had to come to the school infirmary to receive treatment from Madam Pomfrey. After drinking the magical potion "Skeletal Spirit", Harry had to lie in the school infirmary all night.

Harry's friends gave him a small celebration party in the school infirmary. Although there was a little accident in the process, winning the game was indeed something worth celebrating.

The heroic posture of Harry punching the Bludger also left a deep impression on everyone
After his friends were driven away by Madam Pomfrey, Harry's ward was finally quiet. Harry recalled what happened today, and the corners of Harry's mouth unconsciously twitched.

Thinking that soon he would be able to cut down the big tree with his sword, Harry couldn't help being happy, he couldn't even care about the knife-like pain in his arm, he must have a good dream tonight.

Just as Harry was lying on the verge of falling asleep, he suddenly felt someone wipe his face with a sponge.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and found that an unexpected guest had suddenly appeared in his room.

"It's you!? Go away!" cried Harry, who had already recognized the comer. "Dobby!"

The house-elf stared at Harry in the dark with eyes as large as tennis balls, a tear rolling down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby has reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why didn't you heed Dobby's warning? It's all Dobby's failure to stop Harry." Potter boarded the train."

"How dare you appear in front of me!" Harry propped himself up from the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away: "I already know who your master is! Did Malfoy send you to disgust me! ? And what do you mean by preventing me from taking the train?"

Dobby's lips trembled, he nodded and shook his head desperately, and his ugly head kept moving: "Dobby did it on his own will, it has nothing to do with anyone, everything Dobby does is to be able to Get Harry Potter out of school! It's all about protecting Harry Potter!"

Harry laughed angrily: "To protect me? If you really came to protect me, then I don't have to lie in the hospital—wait! You are the one who tampered with the Bludger!"

Dobby shook his body back and forth, flapping his big ears: "All this is to get Harry Potter out of school, to protect Harry Potter."

"You!" Harry wanted to get up and beat someone, but he couldn't do it because of the severe pain in his arm, so he could only stare at Dobby angrily, and said angrily, "You'd better run away before my bones grow. , Dobby, or I'll strangle you."

Hearing this threat, Dobby smiled lightly: "Dobby is used to threats of death. Dobby can hear five times a day at home."

He blew his nose on the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, looking pitiful.

"Why are you wearing that, Dobby?" Harry asked curiously.

"Is this, sir?" Dobby bowed his head and tugged at the pillowcase. "It's a symbol of house-elf slavery, sir. Dobby is only free when his master gives him clothes to wear. Everyone in the family Be very careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks, sir, because then Dobby will be free, and leave their house forever—"

Before Dobby finished speaking, he saw a hand appearing in front of him, and then Dobby's neck was strangled. The moment Dobby relaxed, Harry seized the opportunity and stretched out his left hand to strangle it quickly and decisively. Veins popped on his neck, on Harry's palms.

"Don't think I'll let you go, Dobby," Harry said with a gloomy face at the moment, "you messed with me at the Dursleys' house, and controlled the Bludger to attack me, besides Dudley, you were the first I have suffered such a big loss, you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!"

Harry yanked his hands hard, intending to pinch Dobby unconscious just like that. Dobby's tennis-ball-sized eyes were full of disbelief, then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and when he reappeared, he was far away from the hospital bed The corner is gone.

"Ahem! Ah, I wish Harry Potter knew." Dobby moaned, rubbing his neck, and more tears rolled down his tattered pillowcase.

"...if only he knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little ones in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten the time when the One Who Must Not Be Named was at his strongest, sir! People like Treat us house-elves like vermin, sir! Of course they still do that to Dobby, sir."

"But in general, life has improved a lot for us folks since you defeated the one who can't even be named, and for those of us who think the dark days will never end, haha Harry Potter is shining like a beacon of hope, sir. Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible has happened, and Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets has been shut down again. Open--"

"Again!? Has the Chamber of Secrets been opened? Dobby, what the hell do you know! Tell me all about it!" Harry threw a pillow at Dobby angrily.

"As long as Harry Potter promises that Dobby will leave the school, Dobby will tell everything to Mister."

"Leave? No! I'm not going anywhere. My friends are all at Hogwarts. I won't leave school!"

"Ah! Harry Potter is thinking about his friends! How noble, how brave, how-ah!!" Dobby's sad and moved face suddenly froze, and his two big ears kept trembling , as if he was afraid of something.

"Dobby? What's the matter with you?" Harry asked suspiciously, and then another voice sounded in the room.

"Harry, I didn't expect it to be so late, and there are guests in your room. Should I say it's you?"

"Connor? Why did you come? No, how did you get in?"

Only then did Harry notice Connor who was standing not far from him. He was the only person who could wear the school robes with aristocratic elegance. Harry knew Connor. He was obviously so eye-catching, and It seems to have been standing there for a long time, but Harry has never noticed that there is another person in the room.

Connor smiled and pointed to the window behind him: "Actually, I'm used to flying around in the castle, so I usually don't go through the door."

"When did you come, I didn't notice"

"I just came here, and then I saw this Mr. Elf who doesn't belong to Hogwarts." Connor said perfunctorily, and then turned to look at Dobby who was motionless next to him. : "I know all the elves in the school, but I have never seen this Mr. Dobby. May I ask Mr. Dobby to break into the school without permission, what's your business?"

Dobby found that he couldn't move. Even in Hogwarts, he could use Apparation at will, but now he couldn't move. Dobby was too nervous to speak, and kept snapping his fingers.

"Don't try it, Dobby, do you know my magic cards?" Connor raised a hand with a gold-rimmed card, and said lazily: "These cards can skip the lengthy process of casting spells and block them in an instant." Space, it’s quite laborious to do it, and if you can escape, I’ll be at a big loss.”

Connor snapped his fingers louder than Dobby, and Dobby screamed, then flew up like a kitten caught in the scruff of the neck, and floated to Harry's bedside.

"Originally, I just wanted to chat with you about some interesting things, Harry, but I didn't expect to encounter more interesting things before that. Harry, is this the elf Dobby you mentioned?" Connor asked. There was absolutely no flaw in the expressions of the enthusiastic people who passed by, after all, actors were considered his old profession.

"That's right! He was the one who messed with me during the summer vacation, and he was the one who made the Bludger go crazy today! And he seems to know the inside story of the secret room!"

"Oh? Is that so~" Connor looked at Dobby in surprise as he cooperated with the performance.

And Dobby drooped his head feebly and said nothing.

"Dobby! Say something!" Harry was anxious, he didn't want Connor to feel that he was lying.

"Okay, Harry, actually a house-elf can't go against his master's wishes. Since Dobby refuses to speak up, it probably has something to do with his master. No matter how much you ask him, he won't tell." Connor snapped his fingers again, and Dobby disappeared in midair.

"Eh?! Did he escape?!"

"No, I just moved him to another place." Connor shrugged: "Actually, I am quite familiar with our principal. Mr. Principal should not be asleep at this point, and Dobby will leave the matter to him." Let him handle it."

"Huh? Oh, oh" Harry nodded blankly.

"Actually, I'm here to look for you, Harry, can I spare you a little time?" Connor sat down beside Harry's bed, crossed his legs, and smiled amicably.

"Oh, of course!" Harry nodded, sat up, and said seriously: "Is it about those rumors and secret rooms? Actually, I've wanted to talk to you a long time ago, after all, the person behind the scenes only targets both of us”

"Hahaha, of course." Connor said with a hearty smile, "No, that kind of thing doesn't matter anyway. In fact, I didn't come here for this."

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Harry scratched his face in embarrassment: "Oh, oh, it turned out not to be, what is that for?"

Connor pointed to Harry's right hand: "I'm more curious about the flame-like magic you used today, Harry, do you know how you used it?"

"It's this one." Harry raised his soft rubber hand, and said with a smirk, "Actually, I don't know either. I don't know how I did it even if it was used just like this."

"." Connor pushed his glasses tactically: "Then can you perform that again? Let the red flames wrap around your hands."

"Emmm, let me try it, I'm also very curious about it." Harry raised his left hand this time, and then slowly closed his eyes, recalling how he felt on the broom today, with luck in his dantian (x) ,Then--

"Feng..." The entire infirmary was illuminated by the flame in Harry's hand, and the red flame wrapped around Harry's arm again. He actually mastered this strange and non-magic technique!
"Amazing. Amazing." Connor couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and walked to Harry's side, brushing his fingers over Harry's flame. He couldn't feel the temperature of the flame, but he could feel the flow of magic power.

"Harry, how do you feel now?"

"Feel it? I feel like I can punch through walls." Harry replied honestly.

"Haha, yes, but I think it's better for you not to try to do this, after all, your hand is broken, right?" Connor poked the back of Harry's hand through the flame with his index finger, and asked, "This flame can't protect you." Are your hands?"

"It seems impossible." Harry also stared blankly at the flame in his hand, "But I think it should be possible."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, Connor felt a thrust from his fingertips and flicked his fingers away. When Connor wanted to poke Harry's palm again, he found that a diaphragm seemed to appear in the flames, blocking it. own approach.

"Eh? Is this...magic transformation?" Connor's eyes widened in surprise.

"What did you say?"

"Interesting, it's really interesting." Connor wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said enthusiastically, "Harry, you seem to have an incredible talent. I probably understand why this happened."

"Huh?" Harry asked with a question mark on his face.

"As far as I know, this is the highest level of transfiguration that only Gryffindors have mastered. It directly changes the form of magic power. It turns out that this is also an application of Azot, and that's why it shows the color. I don't know if we need to analyze it and study it." can you"

Connor muttered to himself, getting more and more excited, and finally looked at Harry with indescribable heat in his eyes.

Harry shrank his neck, extinguished his red-burned left hand, and said fearfully, "Connor?"

"Sorry, I got a little too excited," Connor didn't lose his composure for too long, he sat down again, and said solemnly: "Harry, you have mastered some kind of advanced magic skills under some unknown circumstances. I am very interested in this matter, and now I want to solemnly invite you to participate in my research, I wonder if you would like to participate."

"what?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you help in vain. I will pay you according to the highest salary of the Research Institute of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, and conduct up to three experiments per week. Each experiment will not affect your study and activity time. All the research results will be shared with you, and I will personally give you some magic guidance for free, and we can sit down and discuss slowly about the risks, benefits and extra benefits in the research experiments.”

"???" Harry's eyes circled when he heard this, what is it all about?Why did you suddenly start talking about salary and benefits?

"No, no, Connor, in fact, I'm happy to help, and I don't need any compensation."

"That can't be done. We need to sign a confidentiality contract for our research. It's better to talk about many issues in advance." Connor smiled, thought for a while and said: "By the way, Harry, haven't you been in the Forbidden Forest all the time?" Do you practice swordsmanship here? It’s troublesome not being able to use a wand when using a sword. In fact, I have props here that can cast spells with a sword, and do you know that wizards in Egypt use rings as wands? If you need it, I will I can also get you that spellcasting ring, don’t you really think about it?”

"No, I, this" Harry secretly swallowed, "Let me think about it."

(End of this chapter)