Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 79 The Dust Settles
"Clap clap clap!"

Connor turned his head, and Gryffindor appeared beside him, applauding gently, he said:

"You did well, Connor, congratulations, you passed my test."

With a blank expression on his face, Connor flicked the silver sword, the Gryffindor Sword, in front of Gryffindor.

"Don't be angry, it's just a small joke." Gryffindor shrugged, bent down and picked up the sword. He swung the sword, and the messy arena slowly returned to level, and the stone wall sank back to the ground. The gravel melts into the earth.

The "corpses" including Voldemort and one of the twins also turned back into mud and melted into the ground. Connor turned his head to look at the auditorium, where the twins were waving.

That's right, the two twins were also clay figurines made by Gryffindor. Connor had already reacted when he was pressed against the wall by Voldemort.

Although the twins are unreliable, it is impossible for them to do such a stupid thing as intervening in Connor's battle.

Besides, since it was Connor's "test", how could there be any reason for others to participate.

Voldemort himself said that no one would bother them until it was decided.

But knowing it was one thing, and Connor's anger couldn't be faked. At that time, he really thought he had killed the twins.

It was also the first time in Connor's life that he felt the emotion of "anger", and it was also the first time he felt the effect of the "emotional magic" of this idealistic world.

Regardless of how much Connor learned from this battle, Connor was really angry at this time, the kind who wanted to chop someone with an axe.

The feeling of being played with by the applause is not so good, and Connor doesn't want to feel that powerless feeling again.

Being played with so much, Connor would not give Gryffindor any good looks. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, Connor would be a set of Wing Chun, no matter who you are, the founder of Hogwarts
"I have to say, I am very satisfied with your performance. Look, you have drawn out my sword! This is a sword that only those I recognize can draw out!"

Sensing that Connor was angry, Gryffindor asked a little embarrassed, and said in a coaxing tone.

He noticed that Connor's clothes were torn and torn. After the battle, Connor looked as if he had fought with a dozen big men, so pitiful.

Gryffindor snapped his fingers, and Connor's clothes and injuries all returned to the state before the battle, as if there hadn't been a battle just now.

But Connor still didn't say anything. He twisted his recovered hand and looked at Gryffindor with a cold face, without saying a word, as if to say: "You're done? Then I can leave, right? "

Gryffindor couldn't bear the sight of the silent Connor, scratched his head frantically, and rumpled his already messy hair even more. He sighed and said:
"Okay, okay, I apologize to you, I shouldn't make fun of your friends, please say something, it makes me feel like I'm bullying a child."

"."Is not it?
Stare~, Connor, angry, don't want to talk.

"."

Gryffindor scratched his head. In desperation, he turned his head to the audience and said, "Principal Dumbledore! Lend me this kid! I'll return him to you tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for any response from the other side, he stomped his feet, and the entire arena began to vibrate violently again, this time, it was sinking.

A few minutes later, the arena sank into the soil, and the original place turned back to the original grass. If it wasn't for the Hogwarts professors all standing on the grass, they would have thought that all this was just an illusion.

"Okay, let's go back first, I think we need to have a good talk about what happened tonight." Dumbledore clapped his hands and said, then he turned his head to look at the twins:
"Mr. Weasley, I think you also need to attend this meeting."

The two little red-haired ones who were about to sneak away froze, turned around and replied stiffly: "Okay, Principal Dumbledore."

On the other side, Connor looked up and watched the starry sky above his head turn into a black earth wall.

The arena seems to have returned to its original place, the power of magic, no matter how many times it is felt, is so magical.
"Tell me, how can you forgive a little joke made by an old man who is more than 1000 years old."

When Connor lowered his head, he was taken aback because he saw an old face wrinkled into tree bark!

At this time, Gryffindor no longer looked like a middle-aged man, but turned into a hundred-year-old man with wrinkles and age spots on his face, only the red hair was still bright and beautiful.

"." Are you really shameless?Connor was angry and funny, and tried his best to keep his face sullen, but it seemed impossible not to speak. After thinking for a while, Connor said in a cold tone:

"That's not a joke."

Seeing Connor speak, Gryffindor heaved a sigh of relief, just say yes, just talk, just in case you don't speak, eh, brats are really annoying.

Gryffindor said in a tone that a grandpa bought a beautiful doll to please his angry granddaughter: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault, it's Grandpa Gryffindor's fault, can Connor forgive Grandpa?"

"." Connor had goosebumps all over his body, this Gryffindor is too shameless!

The corner of Connor's mouth twitched wildly, you gave me back the image of a mighty knight in my heart!Fortunately, labor and capital were not assigned to Gryffindor!

"Okay, okay, what's the matter if you leave me here? I'm going to go back to sleep if it's okay." Connor couldn't stand the old man, put his hands on his chest, and said angrily.

It wasn't that Connor forgave Gryffindor, no matter who it was, they wouldn't give up easily after being tossed about like this by others.

However, Naihe's messing with you like this is not personal at all...

Connor didn't think there was any point in being angry with someone who had been dead for nearly a thousand years.

What can you do when you are angry? Everyone else is dead. Does being angry have other effects besides angering yourself?

After all, it was me who agreed to the trial at the beginning, and I had to jump down to fill the hole I dug for myself.

When he thought that the "living person" in front of him was actually not a living person, Connor's mood became a little complicated.

"Ahem, of course there is business." Gryffindor was relieved when he saw that Connor could talk properly. He pretended to cough twice, and in a blink of an eye he changed into that handsome old man again.

But Connor could no longer look directly at the man.

"If you passed my test, you will be recognized by me, and of course I will reward you next."

Hearing that there was a reward, Connor finally regained his energy. He stretched out his little hand decisively, his big eyes blinked, and he had an expression of not being too bb to hurry up.

"Ahem, the other hand, the hand that signed the contract." Are all children nowadays so realistic?Gryffindor's face froze, feeling that he might be really old.

Connor stretched out his left hand again when he heard the words, and Gryffindor grabbed Connor's hand. He closed his eyes and muttered something.

After a while, Connor felt his left hand become hot, as if something had been activated.

Then there was a sudden pain in the back of his hand, and Connor subconsciously withdrew his hand, only to pull it out all of a sudden.

Connor frowned, looked carefully at his left hand, and found that on the back of his left hand, where the index finger corresponds to the Tesuji, there was a bright red mark a few centimeters long, like a sword mark, it looked like a tattoo .

Connor touched it, but there was no feeling, neither pain nor itch.

What's this.?Command spell?

Connor looked at Gryffindor suspiciously. He didn't pay attention to it just now, but now he realized that Gryffindor seemed to be tired after running a dozen laps of the playground. It seemed that this thing in his hand was exhausting him?
"What's this?" Connor asked.

"For wizards, there is nothing more precious than knowledge. This imprint contains a lot of valuable magical knowledge, especially the knowledge of transfiguration, because I am best at transfiguration. This is what I leave to you. reward." Gryffindor said a little tiredly:

"When you probe with magic power, you will see that knowledge... But the main function of this mark is to represent that you have been approved by me... Wait, wait, you go back and try slowly, I don't have much time .”

Connor stopped his investigation and looked at Gryffindor suspiciously.

"The magic power accumulated over the years is almost exhausted, and I will soon fall into a deep sleep again," Gryffindor said.

"Accumulated magic power?"

"You don't think that my magic power comes out of thin air, do you? The magic power I use is the magic power overflowed by the students in Hogwarts when they cast magic, and it is transmitted through the Hogwarts collection circle of."

"Hey~ I have accumulated thousands of years of magic power, and it took half of it to move this arena. You fought so fiercely with the statue, I was almost exhausted."

"." Then why do you want to move this arena up?For fun?Connor looked at Gryffindor speechlessly, this man must have a brain.

"Before I send you away, I have something to tell you." Gryffindor shook his head, looked into Connor's eyes and said.

(End of this chapter)