Connor's Hogwarts

This is wrong, why did things become like this? I should obviously be like a real warrior, passing five levels, killing six generals, bathing in dragon blood, grabbing treasures, returning home with a crown of victory, and silently accepting the admiration of the world. ..

This is how things should be...

But, yes, why am I doing the questions here for no reason?

That's right, Connor has already done nearly a hundred difficult magic questions here. These magic questions involve a wide range of things, and they are definitely not something that ordinary third-year wizards can answer.

Of course, Connor is not an ordinary third-year little wizard, but he still can't answer all the answers. There are always some blind spots of knowledge that he has never touched.

But it doesn't matter, when Ravenclaw set this threshold, he never expected that there would be a telephone, bah, there would be a new technology like Facebook.

Connor couldn't answer, so he asked someone to help...

"This question involves the basic reaction principles of alchemy. Connor, you should answer like this...this way...and this way..." Dumbledore's cadence came from the Facebook book held by Artoria next to him. sound.

Connor wrote the answer on the "air wall" blankly.

Connor used the wand as a pen and magic power as ink to leave his handwriting on the wall. This is also a technical job. Most people really can't write so beautifully...

Then the blue font on the wall flickered and changed again:

The answer is correct, please answer the next question

"..." Connor banged his head against the wall in despair: "Saber, what question is this?"

"...No. 90 Six Questions, Master."

"Merlin's Bubble Teapot, what the hell kind of test is this? Are men supposed to answer a hundred questions?" Connor hugged his head in despair, trembling in pain, and then suddenly looked up at Facebook:

"Professor Dumbledore, can I skip the exam at the end of this semester?"

"No... Connor, I answered 96 of these 41 questions for you. Why are you so excited?" Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But it's clear that the secret is right in front of me, and it still blocks me like this. Isn't this disrespectful?" Connor now just wants to get over violently. If he had known better, he should have prepared some canned spinach for Artoria... ...

"I don't think there are many questions left. After all, Ms. Ravenclaw is famous for her wisdom. It's not surprising that she would leave such a test of knowledge, isn't it?"

"But this is the first section of the ladder. There are still six sections after it. The first part is so difficult. Who knows what perverted levels will be waiting for us later."

"It's not us, it's you. Connor, you are the one who broke through the level. If it weren't for this kind of knowledge-related test, I wouldn't be able to help you. You will have to face it alone..."

Connor scratched his head in distress, sighed and said, "Okay, let's look at this question again... Um, the principle of spatial stability... I can do this, I can do this..."

When Connor finally completed question 99, what appeared was no longer the blue text just now, but changed to:

Question 99 is completely correct. You are a knowledgeable magician and qualified to accept my highest level test. Please move on.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The air wall in front of him disappeared, and the air crown fell down, but Connor didn't catch it.

He stiffened his neck and twisted around bit by bit: "Teach...Professor, it just said the word highest level, right?"

"...Master, Professor Dumbledore has left." Artoria glanced at Connor, her eyes full of sympathy.

"..." Connor took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter, I'm very strong. This is a small test, nothing to be afraid of. Saber, let's go..."

Connor stepped on the second step. Nothing happened during the climbing process, but when he reached the corner at the end, the same air wall appeared in front of him.

"I hope it won't be a hundred multiple-choice questions this time..." Connor muttered, and stuffed the "Key" crown into the wall again. This time, there were no words appearing in the air. The surrounding scene changed, and Connor had not yet When he reacted, he found himself in a room.

The staircase in the sky disappeared, and Connor was instantly transferred to another place. The application of this space magic... was so terrifying...

Connor looked around and found that it was a room full of various herbs and materials. Connor saw several very precious magic materials with just a cursory glance.

Dragon's blood, cypress core, ghost orchid... If the things in this room could be taken out, it would be like getting rich overnight. Connor took a breath of air, the fragrance of these herbs was actually so intoxicating.

At this moment, the familiar font appeared again on the wall next to it:

You have been poisoned. Please use the materials here to stay awake for one day and get out of this room.

Connor: ""

"WTF are you doing?" Connor's mind was full of black questions. What kind of poison did I get poisoned? Is there something wrong with Ravenclaw? I'm not here to rob graves. I'm still a child. What did I do wrong? Save...

"..Ah, so...so sleepy..." Connor's eyelids suddenly started to fight, and he felt like he could fall asleep at any time.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Artoria quickly supported Connor who looked like he was about to fall.

"Oops... Oops... The smell in this room... I'll make you sleepy if you smell it..." Connor forced his eyelids open and searched around: "Dodder... blue thistle... iris ...Chrysanthemum flowers... Snow orchid... to Snow orchid"

Connor staggered to a pile of gridded tables of various materials, grabbed a handful of small white flowers, and swallowed them.

"Xuelan can refresh you, it should be useful, it should be useful..." Connor shook his head. The effect of this little flower was immediate, and Connor felt much more awake.

"I understand, this is to let me use the materials here to refine a refreshing potion to prevent myself from falling asleep..." Connor turned around and found the utensils needed to brew the potion in the corner.

"Fortunately, I'm pretty good at potions. I remember there is a powerful potion. It's not difficult to refine..." Connor breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't poisoned by any strange poison, but was poisoned by sleeping red... I just smelled the herbal medicine that has a drowsy effect.

"Saber, come and help." Artoria and Helena were not affected. Connor suddenly envied Artoria's body... Sure enough, human beings have their limits...

While Connor was eating small white flowers, he was brewing the strength-enhancing potion. As he ate, he found something was wrong. He seemed to be getting sleepier...

"Oops, the effect of the herbal medicine seems to be weakening..."

At this time, the potion has been refined, and Connor hurriedly took advantage of the heat, no, it was the magic that cooled down and took a sip, which made him feel better.

"It seems that just one potion is not enough for me to last for a day... I suspect that the effect of a single potion will gradually lose its effect. I need more types of potions..."

Connor's face looked a little ugly. He wondered if it was the highest level that was responsible. If it were normal difficulty, it wouldn't be that complicated at all...

"Fortunately...I'm not fighting alone..." Connor breathed out slowly, and he took out his Facebook speed dial: "Professor Dumbledore, I seem to be in trouble again..."

"By the way, I think I might need a little help from Professor Snape..."