Connor's Hogwarts

Connor and Hermione finished the interview, and on the way back to the castle, they happened to meet Harry and Ron, who looked downcast.

Hermione ran forward with a small step holding the drawing book: "Harry, Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"It's Hermione. We just came out of Professor McGonagall's office. We were scolded all morning," Harry said weakly.

"I don't understand why I have to be tortured like this. Oh my god, it was Harry who knocked Malfoy and the others down." Ron wailed desperately.

"If you hadn't stepped on Malfoy's back when the professor arrived yesterday, nothing would have happened to you." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at the two of them: "So shouldn't you be happy that the lecture is over? His face looked so loveless.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then closed their eyes in pain: "We have been horribly punished"

"Points have been deducted." Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Anyway, you have not been deducted points once or twice, so you are not so depressed, so you have been punished with solitary confinement."

"There's no point deduction, but the punishment is worse than confinement. Harry was sent to help Professor Lockhart reply to his fans. I have to be responsible for cleaning all the trophies in the trophy room." Ron groaned and lowered his hands: "Also. Don't let me use magic to kill me, otherwise I will be killed by Filch too."

"I'd be willing to trade with you if I could. I'm used to scrubbing and cleaning, but writing back to Lockhart's admirers. God, I'd rather copy the history of magic ten times."

Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter when she heard the complaints of the two, "Who told you to beat Malfoy so badly, he's still lying in the infirmary now, now the new Seeker of Slytherin will be around next week I can't train anymore."

The three of them couldn't help but smile at each other and burst out laughing.

"Thank you, Harry, Ron. Actually, I don't care about Malfoy's words at all." Hermione has not forgotten that yesterday's conflict was actually caused by herself. Both Harry and Ron helped her, although she had no intention of doing so at the time. react

"Hey, it's all that Malfoy guy's fault. That ugly name is only used by people like him now. In fact, Professor McGonagall is also on our side. If it weren't for Snape and Lockhart, We are so angry, maybe nothing will happen to us."

Ron raised his head and smiled proudly. In his opinion, following Harry and defeating Slytherin was a very satisfying and proud thing.

"Ah, it's about time. I still have an appointment with Neville, so I have to go first." Harry suddenly interrupted the conversation of several people.

"That's right, I have an appointment for a card game at Hagrid's hut, and I have to leave too." Ron seemed to have just remembered the reason why they left the castle.

"Well, see you then."

"Harry, I must try the slug spell on Malfoy next time."

"Actually, I think it's more convenient and faster to use fists."

Hermione waved her hand and watched the two friends run away in a hurry, complaining to each other, but a male magnetic voice suddenly came from her ear

"You have two good friends, Hermione."

"Ah!" Hermione was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Only then did she remember that she had been walking with Connor just now, "I'm sorry, sorry, President, I just forgot that you were standing next to me. I was so rude."

"It's okay, they didn't find me just now, didn't they?" Connor waved his hand nonchalantly, "Did you see the ring on my hand? As long as I don't want to, most people won't notice at all."

"Connor, so you are here."

The smile on the corner of Connor's mouth froze on his face. He raised his head and saw that the little secretary Penello was sitting on the broom and flying towards him. He was embarrassed. This was the second time. It's not as useful as expected

"I heard that you are instructing Hermione to draw. I was about to go find you, so is this over?" The broom stopped in front of the two of them. Penello jumped off the broom and walked to the two of them with a smile. Speak naturally.

But Hermione always felt that the gentle senior Penello was a little different from before. For example, the way she looked at her now had a hint of resentment, which reminded Hermione of those bones on the plate that were robbed. The look in the puppy’s eyes after leaving must be an illusion. It must be an illusion.

"Penello, didn't I ask you to wait for me in the office? I told you to go back later." Connor, who had lost a little face, tried to pretend that nothing happened.

"It's urgent. It's urgent. I think the document that was suddenly sent from Lake Company just now is quite important. I need you to take a look at it." Penello took out his Facebook in a serious manner. It seemed that he had already entered the work mode.

There really wasn’t enough time to spare for half a day. Connor had no choice but to check Facebook while walking towards the castle.

Hermione looked left and right, and asked to leave very discerningly: "President, Penello, I think of something urgent, so I won't bother you."

Before Connor could speak, Penello responded kindly: "Well, Hermione, go get busy first, don't worry about us."

Connor scratched his head and said to Hermione: "Then Hermione, you should go back first. Regarding that notebook, if you can, bring it over and show it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, but when will you have time, President?"

"e Then tonight"

Penello continued to rush to answer: "Connor, you have a meeting tonight. Alice has emphasized that you cannot be absent."

"Well, let's do it tomorrow. I'll probably be in the library after lunch."

"Okay, I understand." Then Hermione turned around and ran away quickly, as if she was avoiding some wild beast, which made Connor a little embarrassed when he waved goodbye but didn't get a response.

"" Watching Hermione run away with a smile, Penello glanced at Connor who put down his hand in embarrassment. She didn't ask anything about the notebook, but calmly said something that seemed to mean something.

"Connor, do you like that kid very much?"

"That's it."

"Oh haha"

"Of course I don't like that." Connor smiled awkwardly: "Hermione is just as smart as I imagined, and the experience of teaching smart people to learn is still very good."

Penello's hands tightened and loosened, and he did not dare to ask why it was "imaginary." He quickly changed the subject: "Connor, behind the files of Lake Company, there are several documents sent from Birmingham that you need. Take a look”

"Yes, yes, oh, let's go back to the office first and then take a look."

Looks like Connor's plans for a weekend of fishing have come to nothing

Moreover, Connor didn't expect his relaxed campus life this school year would end so quickly

"President, is the notebook you want me to find important?"

The next day, the Monday of the second week of school, when Connor was seriously reading in the library, Hermione suddenly rushed to him with a bunch of notebooks in her arms, with a serious expression on her face.

"I went back and checked my laptop last night, but I didn't find anything suspicious."

"My notebooks are indeed missing one."

"I have a notebook missing."