Connor's Hogwarts

"Youthful feelings are always poetry. No one knows how much romance there is. When Connor wakes up early and scratches his head, he has no worries or worries."

The time was July 23, 1989, in a cabin in the woods. Connor was getting up with a groan. As Connor walked to the bathroom, various things flew towards him. First it was a towel, then a comb, and then a water glass. Connor I rinsed my mouth with a splash, walked to the toilet and spit out the water, and a toothbrush filled with toothpaste flew over.

More than two years have passed, and Connor has become more and more skillful in controlling his magic power, and he can finally live a magical life without shame or impatience (x). At least, he can brush his teeth and wash his face without using his hands, get dressed and comb his hair without using his hands, and even go to the toilet without using his hands. .

Ahem, in short, Connor's rapid progress is mainly due to the two Eastern witchcrafts. Now nearly eleven years old, he has magic power comparable to that of an adult wizard. As for the longevity scripture, emmm, it should be used to prolong life. Anyway, Connor has never had a cold or illness in the past two years. He is in great health and eats deliciously. Other than that, it doesn't seem to have any special functions. This is a magical world after all. I can't really cultivate, Connor laughed.

"Connor! Your admission letter has arrived!" Flora's happy voice came from downstairs.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Connor rushed downstairs, excited. He had been waiting for the notice for a long time, "I'll take a look, I'll take a look."

In fact, Connor is not yet eleven years old, but the rules for entering school at the age of eleven are for ordinary young wizards. As the rich and powerful eldest son of the Lake family, the issue of entering school early is just a letter from Old Devin. Things that can be solved.

Connor took the stationery with the Hogwarts school emblem printed on it:

Ottery-St Catchpole Village, Woodland Cottage, Mr. Conor Lake collects:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore. (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizards Association, and first-level magician of the Order of Merlin)

Dear Mr. Lake: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. We will be waiting for your owl to bring your reply before July 31st.

Sincerely, Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall

"Cool!" Connor smiled and looked at the appendix. When he saw "Students can bring an owl or a cat or a toad," he asked: "Mom, can I take Milla to school. "

Mira was Connor's tenth birthday gift, a snow fox and a white-haired dumpling.

"I think this is not a problem. I will write to Severus and ask him to take more care of you." Flora smiled and touched Connor's head.

"Eh? Severus?" Connor was a little surprised at this familiar name.

"Severus is the headmaster of Slytherin. He was my junior student back then, and I had some friendship with him." Flora explained.

"Uh, oh, oh." Is it really Snape? Another favorite movie character.

"Then, Mom, I can have my own wand!" This is Connor's purpose. Since the little wand was taken back by his grandfather two years ago, Connor has not touched the wand again. God knows how many times Connor has Desire to have a magic wand.

"Of course, we can buy you a wand at any time, and buy everything on the list." Flora pinched Connor's little face: "But I think, before that, we have to write a letter first reply."

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Connor ran upstairs, walked into Ivan's room (they slept in separate rooms), and shook Ivan awake: "Ivan, we are going to Diagon Alley, get up quickly."

"What are you doing? Let me sleep a little longer," Ivan muttered.

"Get up!" Connor lifted up Ivan's sheets, but nothing pleasant happened.

Ivan stood up reluctantly, rubbed his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

"Let's go to Diagon Alley."

"what?"

"Buy a wand."

"Huh? Huh!?" Ivan's eyes widened suddenly, "Are you going to school?!"

“(o゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!]”

The family of three packed up and walked towards the fireplace. Of course they had to use floo powder when walking a long way.

"Diagon Alley." x3

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Someone asked where to drop the floo powder to reach Diagon Alley, and the answer was of course the fireplace in Diagon Alley. There is a shop with several fireplaces in Diagon Alley, which is specially provided for customers who come to Diagon Alley, just like the two rows of fireplaces in the Ministry of Magic.

Diagon Alley is neither long nor short. There are not many wizarding settlements in the UK, and Diagon Alley is already the most lively place.

Connor and his party went straight to Ollivander's Wand Shop with a clear purpose. In fact, Connor had passed by this place several times before, and the peeling gold-lettered sign was still eye-catching: "Ollivander: Since 382 BC. "A well-made wand." After pushing the door open, an old man who was arranging his wands raised his head and said with a smile: "Hello, Miss Lake, the elm wand is eleven and a quarter inches. It suits you very well, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, I am here to accompany my son to match the wand today." Flora said with a smile.

"Of course, then, which Mr. Lake is it?" Ollivander looked between Connor and Ivan, then picked up the tape measure, walked to Connor and said, "I think I know which gentleman it is, it's convenient. Tell me your name? Mr. Lake."

"Of course, I am Connor, Connor Lake." Connor was also looking curiously at Ollivander, the old man known as the best wand maker in the world.

"Oh! I think I know you, Connor Lake. I like your monster card very much. Of course, it would be better if you could add some wand elements." Ollivander's eyes widened and he smiled.

"Of course, I will seriously consider it." Connor shrugged. His Pokemon 3.0 has not yet been launched, but some new bronze cards will be released from time to time, and it is still popular in the wizarding world.

"Okay, let's get started, Mr. Lake, which hand do you prefer?"

"Right hand."

Ollivander held up his silver measuring tape and measured Connor, first from shoulder to fingertips, then from wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knees to armpits, and finally the circumference of his head.

As he measured it, he said: "Every Ollivander wand has a super magical core, and this is its essence, Mr. Lake. We use unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and dragon's Nerves. Every Ollivander wand is unique, as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are exactly the same. Of course, that's never the case if you use a wand that's supposed to belong to another wizard. Good results.”

Listening to these words that seemed familiar, Connor couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Ollivander, with all due respect, is there any use in measuring like this? I mean, I will grow taller in the future. "

Ollivander smiled when he heard this and said: "Of course it works, kid. This can help me narrow down the scope of choosing a wand for you. Of course I have considered how you will grow up in the future. In fact, when choosing a wand, the length of the wand It’s the one with the least impact.”

Ollivander put away the tape measure and walked to the wand rack, saying: "We believe that a person's personality is related to his various body proportions. This can provide a direction for me to choose wands for customers. Many wand makers simply Wand length is simply matched to a wizard or wizard's body type, which is a crude measurement that does not take into account many other important factors. In my experience, a longer wand may suit a taller wizard, but otherwise It's easier to be attracted to good personalities, and those whose magic styles are broader and more dramatic. Try this, Dogwood, Phoenix Tail Feathers, eleven and a half inches."

Unexpectedly, the wand maker also knew how to read faces. Connor took the wand and waved it. Connor felt that the wand absorbed a little of his magic power and then a small spark erupted from the top.

Ollivander grabbed the wand and put it back, saying: "The child is very happy that you are its owner, but unfortunately you don't seem very satisfied. Try this again, laurel wood, unicorn hair."

As soon as Connor touched it, the wand was snatched back.

"No, no, let me see, the sycamore tree is the heart of the dragon."

Connor took it again and waved it, and it felt quite comfortable. In the end, Ollivander shook his head and said: "No, no, look at this again, walnut."

Connor tried several more, but Ollivander rejected them all, until...

"This one! Yew wood, dragon's nerve, twelve inches, not easy to bend."

Connor took it, and a warmth surged through the wand in his hand, and Connor felt very comfortable.

"Not bad! Not bad! This is it, kid. It suits you very well. The core of this wand was traded with a Far Eastern businessman. I don't even know what kind of dragon it is. It seems that it found his Master." Ollivander said with satisfaction.

"I like her too." Connor waved his wand and cast a silent spell called Fluorescence.

"Oh! I believe you will achieve great things in the future, Mr. Lake." Ollivander applauded.

"I'd like to lend you some good advice, sir."

"Then thank you for your patronage, seven gold galleons."

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