Connor's Hogwarts

Grandfather Devin touched Connor's head apologetically, and then said to Flora with a cold snort: "Breaked the engagement! Run away from the family! Bewitched by an Oriental liar who doesn't know where he came from! Even gave birth to him. "..." Grandfather looked at Connor and said no more, "After the mysterious man left, you went to the Ministry of Magic to show your face. You have completely disgraced our Lake family!"

Flora lowered her head and let her grandfather speak without refuting. Connor had never seen Flora like this.

"Now? Where is your beloved Will?! What did you get when you resisted the family's arrangement?"

Flora lowered her head and trembled slightly. Seeing tears dripping on the back of her hand, Connor quickly broke away from his grandfather, regardless of his grandfather who was still cursing, and ran to Flora's side to hug her gently.

"Oh." Seeing this scene, my grandfather sighed and stopped talking.The living room suddenly became quiet, only the paintings on the wall were still whispering.

After a while, Flora let go of Connor and said with sobs, "Dad, I'm sorry, but it's all my fault. Connor and Ivan shouldn't do it because of me..."

"Wait? Who is Ivan?" The grandfather obviously grasped Huadian and raised a hand and said.

"Um, Ivan... Ivan is... my youngest son." Flora stuttered a little, and then she remembered that she had never told her family about Ivan.

"What!? Youngest son? That Eastern liar?!" Grandpa stood up and shouted loudly.

Flora nodded hesitantly, and then Connor saw the wonderful expression on his grandfather's face, shock, anger, shame, and a bit of excitement...chuckling?It is really difficult for the old man to make so many expressions accurately.

Grandfather took a deep breath and said calmly, "Why don't you bring him here."

"Evan... Ivan is only four years old. I'm worried that he won't be able to use Floo powder well." Flora said in a low voice.

"Hmph! Remember to bring him here next time." The grandfather sat down calmly, "What's the name of that child?"

"Eden Xu Francis Lake."

"Huh." Grandpa didn't say anything, but Connor could clearly feel the violent magic around when Flora said the word "Xu".

"Father, I hope Connor can learn magic from you." Seeing that her grandfather seemed to have calmed down, Flora explained her purpose.

"Of course! They are the children of my Wright family. Of course I will teach them well." The grandfather said lightly after taking a sip of water.

Only then did Flora heave a sigh of relief, hesitantly took out a booklet from her small bag, and handed it to her grandfather.

"Pfft!" Connor, who was drinking tea and watching a play, almost spit out water, "Mom!"

Flora touched Connor's head with a smile, and said, "This is little Connor's picture book, Dad." Yes, it was the graffiti that Connor usually used to pass the time. My younger brother can play, but it’s still very boring. Once I saw a pile of drawing paper and brushes in the utility room, and Connor took them to draw and play. I didn’t expect Flora to show them to others. What level is he? You know, Connor is a little shy.

"Oh? Let me take a look." The grandfather took the album with a happy face, read it seriously, and the more he read it, the happier he became, he pulled Connor suddenly, smiled like a chrysanthemum, and said, "Connor, Do you like drawing?"

"Um, I really like it." This is true. I was addicted to Japanese comics in my previous life and I really liked drawing. Unfortunately, the comics are so good that I don't have much time to learn how to draw.

In this life in England where there are no entertainment activities, I have time to draw, but I also know that my drawing skills are only a little better than soul painters. I don't know why my grandfather asked me that.

"Great, great!" Grandpa seemed very excited, smiling like a boiled dog's head, "From now on, Connor will learn from me, Flora." As if thinking of something, grandfather raised his cane With a wave, a piece of parchment flew down from upstairs. Grandpa picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to Flora.

"Flora, sign it."

"What is this? The contract of the Chocolate Frog Snack Factory?" Flora looked at the parchment in her hand and said in surprise, "I remember that the Chocolate Frog Snack Factory belongs to Rem of the Potter family?"

"The Potter family has only one child left, Flora. Now our family is helping to manage this factory. You can quit your job at the Ministry of Magic, and you will take care of this factory in the future." The grandfather said lightly.

Flora hesitated for a moment and nodded. It is more comfortable to be her own boss than to work part-time, so that she can spend more time with her children in the future.Just do what you say, Flora is a resolute character: "Then I will go to the Ministry of Magic now, Connor, you are here to accompany your grandfather, and I will come to pick you up in the afternoon."

"Connor can also have his own room here." The grandfather said a little dissatisfied.

Flora didn't seem to hear, and hurried out the door. For a while, only Connor and his grandfather Diwen were left in the room.Connor was still thinking about where he had heard the name Chocolate Frog, but his mother ran away in a blink of an eye. It seemed that Flora was really afraid of his grandfather.

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"Connor, do you know the history of our Wright family?" Grandpa led Connor up the stairs, and the paintings on the wall greeted Connor. When he reached the third floor, Connor had already met more than a dozen paintings. I said hello.

"Is it for painting?" Connor said without thinking.

"Huh? That's not wrong," my grandfather said with a smile: "Our Wright family is a Magic-Art Clan, which has been passed down for more than 1000 years. It is said that our ancestor was King Arthur's court painter..."

The grandfather blinked and said with a smile: "Of course, that's what we say to the outside world. In fact, the earliest family history we can trace back is only a few hundred years ago."

"However, our family is indeed a painter. The paintings you see along the way...are all painted by members of our family."

"Okay, you can choose one of the rooms here to live in, choose whatever you like, and pick the one you like."

Connor randomly chose a room with a large window. Seeing the flying brooms flying by from time to time, he turned his head in surprise and asked, "Grandfather, where is this place? Why can they ride brooms at will?"

"Oh? Didn't Flora tell you? This is Hogsmeade, a purely wizarding village."

"Hogsmeade...Hogsmeade!? Is Hogwarts nearby?!" Connor said excitedly. Connor has been famous for this magic school for a long time.

"Yes, of course, but Hogwarts has regulations. Except for the opening hours of the school, casual visits are not allowed." Diwen was very happy to see his grandson who was so excited. Obviously, this child is gradually getting close to him.

"Oh, that's it." Connor nodded to show that he understood.

"In five years, you will also enter Hogwarts. Don't worry, Connor, you will become an excellent Slytherin." Di Wen said with a smile.

"Huh? I don't like Slytherin." Connor scratched his head.

"Why? Slytherin is the most suitable academy for our magic family. Our Wright family has always been a Slytherin, and so has your mother." Diwen patted Connor's head and said a little puzzled.

"Emmmm, because I don't like green?"

"...Okay, but I think the school will assign you to the right college." Devin didn't say much. After all, it was just a child's idea: "Connor, your talent is very good, no matter what The magic power in your body is still the talent for painting. Just study with me in the past few years, and I will teach you well."