Connor's Hogwarts

Connor had many things to consider, but none of his arrangements could see results in a short time. The days were still passing by. At the end of March, this year's Easter holiday finally arrived.

"A lot of things happened during Easter last year..." Connor sighed as he walked away from the castle while holding the increasingly plump fat fox Mira.

"Ha, time flies so fast, it always feels like it happened yesterday." George laughed.

"I remember Roger being left at school last year. It was a sad story." Fred laughed, patting Roger on the back.

"Hey, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to see such a wonderful battle." Roger muttered. This year, he finally no longer has to be a left-behind child in school. Being left behind during the holidays is not a pleasant experience.

"See you"

"See you"

After parting from Lee and Roger at the train station, Connor and the twins walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Ah, Charlie has graduated. From now on, only the three of us will walk home together..." George said with some emotion.

"Hey, Percy hasn't graduated yet. He will cry when he hears this." Connor said with a smile. Percy didn't plan to go home during the holiday because he had to prepare for the Owl exam.

"Ha, Lord Percy is a prefect, why would he be with us common people." The two brothers had been at odds with Percy, and Connor had nothing to do about it.

"Well, Ivan won't go home with you?" Fred bumped Connor with his shoulder.

"Hahaha, I gave him a death order. If he doesn't get No. 1 at the end of the semester, his pocket money will be deducted. Now he should be studying intensively in the library." Connor laughed happily: "Get up , Ron won’t go home either?”

"He wants to stay at school with Harry..." Fred shrugged: "Ron is fine, but Ginny will be unhappy if Evan doesn't come home."

"Hey, there's no need for big brothers like us to worry about those damn things..."

Several people were walking on the streets of Hogsmeade village with smiles. Suddenly, George pointed in the direction of the Pig's Head Bar and said, "Look, isn't that Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, it's him, I will never forget the back of his head..." Fred curled his lips: "It's not me. Quirrell is the most talented Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever taught. I really doubt his timidity. How dare you walk into the dark forest with such a shrinking personality..."

"..." You will meet Professor Gengcai next year... Connor looked at Quirrell thoughtfully as he walked into the Pig's Head Bar. It seems that Quirrell has been hiding very well. In school There are no flaws.

Connor remembers that Quirrell secretly hunted unicorns, but the Forbidden Forest has been quiet this semester and nothing like this has happened... Is it because the time has not come yet?

"Indeed, I hope we can find a better professor next year." George nodded in agreement.

"..." Hey, hey, you guys have such a bad mentality. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not a disposable item... Connor complained silently in his heart and waved his hand: "Then... I'll go to Grandpa I’m home, see you later.”

"See you."

Connor walked out of the streets of Hogsmeade village alone, seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Angel silently showed his original shape beside Connor, Connor put his hand on Angel's head with a smile, and then led her towards Go to Lake Manor.

"Welcome home, Master Connor."

"Hello, Bass." Connor smiled and greeted the old elf at his grandfather's house, and asked, "Is grandpa at home?"

"Master has been waiting for Master Connor in the living room."

"Ah."

"Is this my father's home?" Angel looked around curiously: "It's so beautiful."

"This is my grandfather's home, um, it's also my home, and it's also Angel's home." Connor walked into the house with a smile, and then saw old Diwen standing in the living room and looking at him with a smile.

"You're back, Connor." After hugging Connor, Old Devin's eyes were attracted by Angel with white hair and red eyes behind Connor: "Connor, this child is..."

"This is another one of my works." Connor smiled and said, "Her name is Angel."

Angel stretched out his head and looked at Old Devin with his magnificent eyes, and said cheerfully: "Hello, great-grandfather."

"..."

Quiet.

"Ahem, Connor, this is..."

"Well, for some reason... Angel keeps calling me father... This... just get used to it..." Conapy said with a smile. It was really embarrassing, so he didn't do it in the first place. You should accept the title of father... By the way, Angel must not be called Grandma Flora, otherwise someone will die...

"Is this so..." Old Devin didn't care much: "So she is also a magic painting with a soul."

Connor nodded, then took out a painting from his pocket, looked at his ancestor Monet who was looking at him with interest: "Mr. Monet, I want to hide Angel's original painting in your painting world .”

"Ghost Connor, this is not your locker..."

Patriarch Monet cursed reluctantly, but Connor finally got in. Connor felt that this was the safest place in the world, and no safe was more reliable than this.

After it was over, Connor and his grandfather sat opposite each other.

"Then... let me explain it in more detail. Connor, I want to hear your adventure story again."

Connor rolled his eyes. He couldn't remember how many times he had read the story recently... But there was no way, he still had to...

"Then...start with Ms. Grey..."

After listening to Connor's story, Old Devin fell into deep thought. He began to wonder if he had read a fake Hogwarts...

Obviously we both went to the same school, so why is your campus life so different from mine?

"Sita...I have never been there a few times in my memory..." Old Devin shook his head and turned his attention back to the knowledge inheritance that Connor received: "So, Connor, you have gained a lot of lost knowledge. Do you have long-standing magical knowledge?”

"Yes, the paper on the magic scroll has been submitted to a magic magazine, and I plan to disclose the entire spell model. Professor Dumbledore, I may be awarded the Order of Merlin for the flaws." Connor shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"The Order of Merlin... is a good honor, but Connor, are you really sure you want to make all this knowledge public?" Old Devin raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't agree with Connor's idea.

"if not"

"..." Lao Diwen glanced at Monet's ancestor, touched his beard and said: "What I mean is that powerful magical knowledge can be passed down as a family inheritance, and it is so precious..."

Connor rolled his eyes and interrupted directly: "Stop, stop, stop, what kind of knowledge do you think has been lost in hundreds of years?"

"what"

"Those so-called lost knowledge are all very, very, very difficult to understand magic. If it is some simple and powerful magic, how could it be lost?"

Connor spread his hands: "Scroll magic is almost the simplest magic among them. The rest of them are difficult to understand even with my ability. So we should not worry about others learning it, but should worry about whether anyone can learn it. ..."

"Knowledge can only be improved through continuous exchange and learning. Grandfather, your concept is too narrow."

Lao Diwen blushed at his grandson's embarrassment and hesitated: "But... it would be too much to announce everything..."

Connor glanced sideways at Old Devin, and he could tell that he was an old capitalist. It seems that his grandfather has also been blinded by Jin Gallon in recent years...

"Don't worry, my plan is to announce those rare and outrageous magics first. This won't have much impact, and my grandfather, I still have a big business to give to you." Connor put the magic card he made The card was pushed in front of Old Devine.

Old Devin looked at the card in front of him... with a beautiful statue of a goddess drawn on it, and raised his head in confusion: "This is..."

"I used scroll magic to improve the work. Please see if our factory can produce this."

Lao Diwen picked up the card and looked over it over and over: "It's not difficult to produce this density of magic patterns... What's the use of this?"

"You use magic to trigger it, or tear off the card..."

Old Divin poured magic power into the card without thinking, and the next moment, a bright ball of light appeared above the card.

"This is...a fluorescent spell"

"Yes, the light is a card that seals a fluorescent spell." Connor said with a smile: "It can cast spells silently, wandlessly, and even Muggles can use it. It is a disposable item. Grandpa, what do you think of this thing? How much gold galleons can we make once it goes on sale?”

Old Devin's eyes suddenly lit up, and then his breathing began to become heavier. The piece of paper in his hand suddenly seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds...

"Connor...can this card...can seal any magic?" Old Devin's tone was trembling.

"Theoretically, it's possible... But if we use factories for mass production, we should only be able to produce magic with relatively simple magic patterns at first. For those with complex magic patterns, I don't think a magic worker can make a few of them at a time... ."

Magic workers refer to those squibs that have no magic power but can’t use magic. The magic power used to produce magic scrolls must be more than that of direct casting. Magic workers themselves have less magic power than wizards. It may be a bit difficult to let them produce this. barely.

"Furthermore, those magics that need to arouse emotions...the factory shouldn't be able to produce them, such as the Patronus Curse, the Killing Curse, etc..." Connor spread his hands: "These magics that arouse emotions can be made by a single person. reels, but mass production is not practical.”

"There are also those magics that require a huge amount of magic power...emmm, the price-performance ratio is very low, and they are also not suitable for production in factories."

Connor has already considered the production of magic cards one by one before. According to his plan, it will take at least half a year from the preparation of the new factory to start production to the official release.

But Connor doesn't have to worry about these matters, just leave this kind of matter to his grandfather. In fact, old Diwen is much more excited than Connor.

"Okay, okay, Connor, with this magic, our Lake family will become the first magic family in England soon, hahahaha... wait..."

Old Devin smiled and suddenly turned to look at Connor: "Connor... you just... you have handed in this spell model."

"Yes."

"Hey" Old Devin almost swallowed his tongue: "Connor, what are you..."

Connor sighed, old man, where has your maturity and stability gone? "Don't worry... By the time others realize the benefits of this, our Lake family has already completely occupied the market... What do you think of our Lake family?" What’s the use of a chain of experience stores? No one can take away our business.”

"Besides, even if they start building factories by then, they can only follow us to grab some soup..."

"In short, this cake is huge, and our family will definitely not be able to finish it. The benefits of publishing the spell model outweigh the disadvantages..."

"Besides... I still have a lot of useless tricks... Believe my grandfather, we won't lose money."