Connor's Hogwarts

However, it was not Hermione who pushed the oil painting and walked out of the Gryffindor lounge, but Harry and his friends. Connor stood aside, but they continued to walk forward as if they hadn't noticed Connor.

"What do you mean by Hermione? You ignored me when you greeted her." Ron muttered and walked ahead.

"Maybe there's something urgent, she looks very anxious..." Harry said.

"Hermione wouldn't be so rash if it wasn't urgent. Well, I mean, Hermione has always been very polite, right?" The person hanging out with Harry and Ron turned out to be Neville.

This made Connor feel a little surprised. In his impression, Harry and Ron never played with Neville when they were in lower grade. Why did they get involved together? Then he heard Harry say:

"Neville, I'm going to take you to meet someone this afternoon. You won't know who it is..."

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Harry, why can't you introduce that mysterious teacher to me? You know I've been curious about it for a long time."

"No, the teacher doesn't agree. You should go and play your game. Besides, you're not interested in our training, right?"

"Okay, but after watching you knock Malfoy over neatly, I'm impressed by your training. Why don't you take me too?"

"Heh, let's talk about it first if you insist on waking up early and running with me every day like Neville."

"Ah, forget it then... Think about it, it's more important to win this Monster Duel Championship..."

"..." Harry and the others drifted away, leaving Connor, who was messy in the wind, dumbfounded.

What the hell? Is Harry trying to promote his physical training? Connor hasn't paid much attention to Harry's affairs for a long time. He didn't expect that this boy has become so terrifying. Not only did he achieve magical powers, but he even accepted a disciple. The lesson was given... Could it be that it was really a mistake? I gave Harry the right skill points.

Connor quickly withdrew his gaze. Anyway, Dumbledore is in charge of Harry. I have nothing to do with rain. I have nothing to do with rain. Don’t blame me for anything that happens...

Interrupted by this trivial incident, Connor's nervousness eased a lot. Thinking about it, he was still too nervous. In fact, he had a lot of information, even if the diary really leaked out, he could deal with it calmly.

Connor paced back and forth, and carefully sorted out the information in his memory. Generally speaking, Voldemort's diary itself is the second most dangerous threat, and the most direct harm is still on the basilisk. He knows the "birth point" of the basilisk. "Yes, as long as you set up an ambush over there, you can completely gank the basilisk before it causes trouble, and then it's not too late to find the diary slowly.

As for how to deal with the basilisk, in Connor's opinion, that is just a small problem. No matter how terrifying the weapon is, it is just a snake. If you want to deal with it, you just need to have the skills.

After figuring this out, Connor was no longer in a hurry, and waited for news from Hermione with peace of mind.

Soon, the painting was pushed away again, and Hermione walked out a little dejectedly. Connor walked up to her and asked, "How are you? Did you find anything?"

Hermione raised her head, pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "No, I didn't find anything except a faint trace of black magic on the box where the books were placed. I also looked at my roommate's things. Although I found one or two props with the aura of black magic, they were not that notebook..."

It's not surprising that the wizard has one or two black magic props, and Connor didn't ask too much, he nodded and said, "I see, let's stop this matter, and you don't have to worry about the rest, I will Responsible."

Hermione frowned: "Are you going to tell the professors about this?"

Connor shook his head: "No, after all, I don't have any evidence to prove what it is, after all, it's just a gossip that I inquired about."

Of course, it is impossible for Connor to reveal his "foresight". The so-called "gossip" refers to the news that Connor obtained by pressing Dobby. If Dumbledore asks about it, Connor will use this reason to prevaricate.

"If possible...can you tell me what that notebook is? I'm very curious..." Hermione looked at Connor, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Of course... no." Connor frowned and said with a smile: "You don't have to get involved in this matter. If you have the time, you should seriously learn how to use the magic pen. Isn't your pocket money plan better than Is this important?”

Connor couldn't hold back, and touched Hermione's messy hair with one hand, and it felt good: "Let the adults handle these things, children, don't think so much, forget about today's things, and the future I'll take care of things."

After finishing speaking, Connor jumped off the window sill, and Hermione disappeared after a few jumps.

Hermione smoothed the hair that Connor had touched with one hand, waved at Connor's back with the other, and muttered: "What a kid, he's only one year older than me. Why are you pretending to be an adult? It's a little shameless."

Hermione leaned against the window sill where Connor had jumped, rolling her eyes, "Huh, even if you don't tell me, I can figure out this secret myself..."

On the other side, Connor, who returned to his dormitory, locked himself in his room. Next to him was a book he had just borrowed from the library, which contained an introduction to the basilisk.

According to legend, the basilisk was born from a magic egg laid by a seven-year-old rooster when Sirius was in the sky, and was hatched by a toad. Its sight is the most dangerous attack weapon. Any creature that directly meets its gaze will be killed immediately. , the indirect intersecting creatures will be petrified, the fangs have deadly poison, and the basilisk has a long lifespan under the condition of sufficient food, it is a very dangerous magical creature, but its weakness is also obvious: the crowing of the rooster is harmful to the Deadly to basilisks.

"A very magical creature, completely unreasonable..." Connor muttered to himself. In fact, he has never been very