Connor's Hogwarts

Connor's Hogwarts

New semester, new atmosphere, the Hogwarts campus is full of youthful vitality.

The first days of school are always pleasant, the classes are easy, the exams are still far away, and the little wizards have not felt any academic pressure yet.

This time period is often when various societies are most active, such as... the Assassin Brotherhood.

The craze brought by the Monster Cup has not faded. This year, the enthusiasm of the fraternity friends to hold the school monster match is several times that of last year.

After all, in their eyes, the monster card game is no longer as simple as an ordinary game, but an effective way that can bring real honor and tangible benefits.

Last semester, Connor approached the principal to apply for the unscheduled "free" time from September to October as the competition period for the monster finals, and got approval.

This means that the results of the "Campus Monster Cup" will be included in the statistics of the College Cup score in the form of points.

Therefore, this competition is no longer a "private" competition, but a formal competition recognized by the school.

Various departments of the Brotherhood of Assassins, which had contracted the right to hold the competition internally, had already started to take action.

The Athletics Department is busy preparing for competitions, the News Department is busy publishing newspapers and promoting, the Review Department is busy reviewing new recruits, the Props Department is busy abusing its power to advertise, and the Fishing Department is busy fishing...

In short, everyone is very busy.

This of course includes Mr. Connor Lake, the president of our fraternity.

Connor is busy making plans for his first new school year.

As the saying goes, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Opportunities cannot be missed. Connor is always preparing.

The four college tests that the Sorting Hat told him back then are now only Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff's secret treasure Connor doesn't have a clue yet, but regarding Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...the opportunity is close at hand.

Slytherin strengthened himself in the secret chamber, and his foresight was for Slytherin.

The "hints" left by the Sorting Hat back then were already obvious. Finding the Chamber of Secrets basically solved half of Slytherin's puzzles.

This should have been a very easy and simple task, and Connor was the most confident of the four legends.

But...Voldemort's diary is missing.

Connor originally planned to follow the original plot, and then jump out to rob Hu, open the secret room, and take away the Horcrux, killing two birds with one stone...

As a result, the script was thrown away before it even started. Ginny never got the diary, and Connor's original plan was completely ruined.

Even due to the influence of my big butterfly, for example, Harry and Ron did not ride a speeding car, there is a high probability that there will be no plot of the secret room this year. In that case, it will really make people cry...

But Connor is not a person who will sit and wait for death. If the opportunity does not come, I will take the opportunity. Connor decided to rely on his own strength to find the diary.

Hogwarts is full of my eyes and ears

"Conan, Arale, your most important task this semester is to find me that diary."

"...I don't know what that diary looks like, whether it's new or old, but I know it must be on this campus. It's a magic item and must be extraordinary. Don't let go of any clues you find easily. Pass..."

"...To make it easier for you, I have broken down the barriers between all the paintings in the school. You can go to the entire Hogwarts. Go find it, find the diary, and bring it with you." Come back to me."

Connor hid himself in the shadows, with his hands behind his back, giving orders with the air of a mastermind behind the scenes, just like the final boss of Hogwarts.

However, his "minions" didn't give him much face.

"Oh, then I'll try to look for it, yawn," Conan replied listlessly, holding his eyes open.

"Oh yo yo, I have to go deliver newspapers to the new neighbors first," Arale said and ran away, simply ignoring Connor's order.

"..." Don't I have any shame? Connor's face fell bitterly, and he said to Conan in a consulting tone: "Ahem, Conan, this matter is quite important. If it is not handled well, There may still be danger, please give me some snacks..."

"I know, I know, I will look for it carefully, yawn and bye." Conan waved his hands and turned away from the frame. You can still vaguely hear his complaints: "You don't give any useful information, you only know how to make demands, Abba." bar..."

""

"Dad, why are your paintings so disobedient?" Angel appeared behind Connor and asked with a smile.

"Nonsense, aren't they all obedient and going to work?" Connor would not admit that he had lost all dignity in front of his men.

"Conan clearly had reluctance written all over his face just now."

"That's probably because... he looks too much like Conan..." Connor sighed. These paintings that restored the impression in his memory are all very personal. I don't know if this is good or bad.

Then Connor rubbed Angel's head with his backhand: "Stop talking about them, you have become more and more bad-behaved recently."

"Well, Angel is obviously the most obedient bad dad." Angel said, pulling Connor's face from behind to both sides. He was neither big nor small, not decent...

"..." It's true that anyone can ride on my head. Then why won't my paintings be affected by my physique? Connor lay on the table with some depression, letting Angel " play".

"But, Dad, it's only the first day of school. You don't have to be so nervous, right? Is that diary really that important?" Angel gently touched the wrinkles between Connor's eyebrows and asked with concern. As expected, Angel was still that considerate. little cotton-padded jacket.

"It's important, that's for sure, but it's not the main reason for my irritability." Connor leaned back on his chair, his eyes vacant, a little absent-minded.

"Angel, I find that I hate the feeling that things are not under my control more and more."

"Although strictly speaking, the diary won't cause much trouble or even if something happens, I can handle it completely. It's just that the diary is not within my sight. This alone makes me very uncomfortable. Comfortable..."

"Emmm, is this the so-called need for control?" Angel bit her thumb and said, "Well, I don't understand very well..."

Connor touched Angel with a doting look on his face, "Angel still has a lot to learn..."

"Oh, someone is coming."

Angel hid, and at the same time, someone knocked on the door of the president's office

Now that the fraternity has taken the Room of Requirement as its private plot, the fraternity's president's office is naturally in the Room of Requirement.

"Please come in."

It was Hermione who opened the door and came in, but to Connor's surprise, Hermione had a weird expression.

What's going on with this shy look of wanting to resist but still welcoming? I haven't evolved to the level of a human-shaped aphrodisiac, right?

"Hermione, what's the matter with me?"

"There's something I want to ask you." If it weren't for the terrifying silence in the room, Connor could hardly hear what she said.

Hermione still had her messy fluffy hair, her head lowered and her hands behind her back. Her red earlobes could still be faintly seen. This shy look reminded Connor of those people who invited him to the school flowers. The little girl who confesses her love

No, Connor couldn't help but fall into deep self-blame when he saw Hermione, who had changed from a proud little peacock to a shy little sparrow.

Alas, my goddamned, nowhere-placed charm.

Connor knew that he was going to hurt another girl's heart by mistake, but there was no way. Sometimes, a clear rejection is the real tenderness. He is a man with a lot of sins, and he has already realized it.

So, Connor put on his gentle mask, smiled skillfully and said, "Speak, I'm listening."

Then Connor's smile froze on his face.

"Excuse me, President, do you still need a secretary?"