Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 55 The Christmas Holiday Begins
1989.12.24 was Connor's 11th birthday. Today Hogwarts also started to have Christmas vacation. The holiday lasted for half a month. Connor planned not to stay in school for this half month.

I haven't been home for a long time. Although my grandfather has been asking Connor to go to his place to play on weekends, Connor has always refused on the grounds that his studies are heavy.

Thinking of seeing his grandfather, Flora and Ivan soon, Connor felt a little happy.

Connor and the Weasley brothers left school together, and they were going back to the Burrow for the holidays, so they made an appointment to go together.

At the gate of Hogwarts school, Connor and Roger waved goodbye, and the four Weasley brothers walked towards Hogsmeade village, Connor was going to Lake Manor and the Weasley brothers were going to find a place to take the Floo network back The Burrow.

"Connor, any plans for the Christmas break?" Fred asked.

"Emmm, let me think about it. I have to learn the basic spells of the third grade. There are still a few magic patterns that I haven't cleared up. I have to re-read the knowledge points of the potion class, and I have to catch a mouse to study the transfiguration..." As Connor said this, he looked into Patsy's pocket, where there was a mouse that wasn't a mouse.

"Hey! Dude! It's a holiday! Why are you still so busy studying? Shouldn't you relax during the holiday?" George gestured his hands exaggeratedly.

"Learning makes me happy." Connor shrugged.

"Hahaha, you do look like a Ravenclaw, Connor." Charlie laughed and patted Connor on the shoulder.

"A restless Ravenclaw." x2
They chatted and laughed along the way, and soon came to the fireplace house in Hogsmeade village. Like the fireplace house in Diagon Alley, it was specially provided for wizards who needed to use the Floo network.

"Goodbye, remember to come to my birthday party tonight." Connor and the Weasley brothers waved goodbye.

"See you!"

Seeing the four Weasleys disappear into the fireplace one after another, Connor turned and walked in another direction.

Then he thought of Patsy's pet mouse, Scabbers. Connor hadn't figured out what to do with this "mouse". In fact, Connor tried to use the Marauder's Map to find "Wormtail" when he was in school, but Couldn't find his name on the map.

In fact, Connor didn't have any hope at all. After all, this Marauder's Map couldn't even recognize Connor's Disillusionment Charm. As one of the creators of the Marauder's Map, Wormtail couldn't be found so easily.

Connor felt that Harry could easily find Wormtail's name on the map, and the reason might not be as simple as he thought.

Now that Wormtail couldn't be identified with the Marauder's Map, Connor didn't think about what to do with the mouse for a while, so let's leave him with Percy for the time being, anyway, he couldn't lose it.

Connor walked out of Hogsmeade Village. Lake Manor was located on the outskirts of the village, not far from the village. Connor was going there now.

When he could see the gate of the manor, Connor could see his grandfather Diwen was already waiting at the gate from a distance. Seeing Connor appearing, his grandfather waved his hand with a smile, and Connor ran over with a smile.

"Grandfather, the weather is nice today, isn't it?"

"Of course, of course, I haven't seen our dear Connor for a long time." The grandfather gave Connor a warm hug, held Connor's hand tightly and walked into the manor, "Why don't you come here more often? What about it? It’s pretty close to Hogwarts, isn’t it? If it’s because of school rules, Dumbledore wouldn’t mind selling me off.”

"You know, I have so much to learn, and I can't stop seeing so much interesting knowledge to learn."

"Oh, do you practice drawing every day?"

"Of course! I keep practicing every day."

Walking into the hall, Connor stopped talking and looked around on the wall covered with portraits to find the ancestor with a long name. It seemed to be called Benny Benedict Gener Monet Bert Lime Lake, right, it's you.

"Grandpa Benny, zaima?" Connor leaned forward with a smile.

Benedict, who pretended to be asleep in the painting, slowly opened his eyes: "Oh? It's little Connor, what can I do with your Grandpa Benny?"

"Grandpa Benny, when will you teach me the magic of running into paintings? I think I can learn it now." Connor blinked and said maliciously.

"No hurry, no hurry, you haven't painted a real painting yet, come to me after you finish it." The real paintings Benedict said meant the paintings in the room. It is true that Connor has not successfully painted the same works. He usually draws pictures for others that cannot speak, but he already has the ability to draw them.

"But look at the monster cards I drew, I can already draw that kind of picture!" Connor took out a few cards and shook them, and the Pikachu inside was also rolled around, making an angry pika !Pickup!the sound of.

"Being able to draw it and drawing it are two different things. Your toy-like paintings are not counted."

Hearing this, Connor pouted angrily, frowned and stared at old Benny with his big blue eyes. Connor was very skilled at being malicious and cute, and a ten-year kid is not just pretending Yes, and Connor feels that the shelf life of his little kid is almost over, and if he doesn't spend it now, he won't be able to use it later.

Flora and old Divin couldn't stop Connor from doing this, but as a painting, Benedict remained indifferent and turned his head away from Connor.

In the end, grandfather Di Wen ran out and said with a smile: "Connor, don't you want to draw a picture for Nott, and you can learn it when you draw it."

Hearing this, Connor was startled, as if he had promised Professor Nott to lie to his grandfather, he said with a guilty conscience, "Okay, I'll learn it when the time comes."

"By the way, grandpa, I recently learned a new kind of painting magic, but I'm not yet proficient. It can make paintings come into reality!"

But the grandfather didn't seem too surprised, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the magic left by your father?"

"Uh, yes." How did you know?
"Oh, it's good if you learn it by yourself. It's best not to hand it over to others easily. The Far East is very conservative. They value this secrecy." Grandpa hesitated to speak.

"Oh okay, then I'll go home first, grandpa remembers to come to my birthday party tonight!" After thinking about it, Connor seemed to have nothing else to do, so Connor decided to go home and meet Flora and Ivan first. Ivan must have been very unhappy during his absence.
"Okay, you go back first, Flora should be waiting for you at home." Grandpa smiled. "I'll go there again tonight."

"See you tonight then."

Watching Connor disappear into the fireplace, grandfather Diwen asked, "Mr. Monet, why didn't you teach Connor that magic? He is the most talented magic painter in our family for hundreds of years."

"Hmph, can I know that he is very talented? He is just too talented. Look at him. After only staying in Hogwarts for three months, his magical aura can't even be blocked. This is a wizard. It is a sign of highly active blood vessels, it is hard to imagine how much he has learned in the past three months, and how many times he has activated his blood vessels."

"That"

"Do you think he is not noticeable enough? Is it because the peaceful life makes you forget the cruelty of the wizarding world? Many old immortals don't want to see the second Dumbledore appear." Monet was called by his grandfather Mr. Benedict, with a slightly ghastly look on his face, said:

"Connor is no longer suitable for contacting high-level magic. Fortunately, I asked you to cast a concealment spell on him, otherwise his magical aura has been noticed by some caring people. Although there is Dumbledore in Hogwarts , but those dirty rats in the gutter don't miss a beat"

"Connor's aura has only skyrocketed recently. He should have learned the Far Eastern witchcraft left by his father." Old Diwen was a little silent. In fact, he didn't understand the old ancestor's order, and even suspected that he was fighting wits with the air Yong, is there any hidden force in the magic world?Our families are already very behind the scenes, and there are even more behind the scenes old guys behind us?why i don't feel itHave I lived all these years in vain?
"I know what you're thinking, don't you really believe my words?"

"."

"Hmph, it's not that you didn't notice them, but that you are not qualified to enter their field of vision."

"." Heartbroken, old ancestor.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. You don't have to worry about this, as long as you protect Connor and let him grow up safely, he can only go on his own in the future. And why did you ask that Nott to go to Connor to draw? I still want to teach him magic in a few years!"

"...It's really not my name. How do I know that he suddenly went to Hogwarts to become a professor." Old Diwen felt that he was getting more and more angry as the patriarch. When should Connor take over quickly? These old ancestors can't be offended, can't offend
(End of this chapter)