Connor's Hogwarts

On the top of Ravenclaw Tower, Connor stood facing the setting sun, with his hands behind his back. The evening breeze blew his robe. From a distance, he looked like the invincible grandmaster in the book. If you ignore the man sitting on his shoulder, Words from little girl blowing bubbles

"This is wrong, this is very wrong"

Connor, who was in deep thought, didn't even notice that there were two white and tender feet dangling in his field of vision. He just watched the slowly setting sun, immersed in his own thoughts.

It has been a whole week since Hermione's diary was "stolen". Online", the chamber of secrets has been opened now.

Although Ginny in the original world line got the notebook one month before the start of school, Connor felt that since Voldemort's diary has controlled who stole "him", it must also control who starts it. plan"

As for the "plan" of Voldemort's diary, Connor, who has a lot of information, can easily figure it out. The diary and Voldemort himself actually belong to different "individuals". The diary has self-awareness, so from the perspective of the diary, Starting from this perspective and thinking about what he wants to achieve, the answer is obvious that he wants to regain his body and strength.

And in Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's eyes, if the diary wants to regain its body without being noticed, then he will take the life of others without anyone noticing, then he will definitely choose to open it. Chamber of Secrets.

Perhaps Malfoy threw away the diary just to get rid of a trouble, but after the diary returned to Hogwarts, it acted entirely with its own consciousness. For the diary that only sealed the memory of Voldemort's boyhood, opening the secret room would be his inevitable choice

But why hasn't it taken action yet? Connor was puzzled.

"Dad, you will age easily if you frown often." Angel's little head entered Connor's eyes from top to bottom, and she said in a humming tone while pressing Connor's eyebrows.

Only then did Connor realize that Angel was clinging to him like an octopus, and he couldn't help but reveal a "loving" smile on his face: "Who did you hear this nonsense from? How can anyone in this world not frown? Where are the people?”

"Humph, Angel doesn't frown, so Angel will never grow old." Angel patted Connor's head, formed a circle with her little hands and blew bubbles with magic power. She didn't know who she learned this from.

"Yes yes yes" Connor responded dotingly. For Angel, Connor really raised her as a daughter. After all, he was called "Daddy" too much, and Connor himself was used to it.

Apart from asking Angel not to show her appearance in front of outsiders, Connor usually does not restrict her actions, but Angel still likes to stay by Connor's side, and occasionally pops up in the fraternity activity room and doesn't like to talk to others, but Angel is He often plays Facebook water groups, no matter from which point of view, Angel is a well-behaved child.

Connor knew that she was always observing and learning, and she was becoming more and more like a real "individual" through understanding the world, generating emotions, and forming her own personality.

On the outside, it is an innocent child’s character. Regarding this, Connor expressed both comfort and helplessness. Maybe when he painted Angel at the beginning, he painted her as a big sister, but now she may be his right-hand man. After all, Angel It has knowledge that ordinary people can't finish learning in a lifetime.

But now, except when he would think of consulting Angel when doing experiments, in other cases, even if Connor had any troublesome things, he instinctively didn't want Angel to help, and simply raised her as a daughter.

For example, now, Connor doesn't want to share the troubles in the diary with Angel, even though Angel is with Connor every day and basically knows everything

"Father, there's someone running over there." Angel suddenly pointed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Connor looked along the direction of Angel's fingertips, and sure enough he saw a man in a school uniform running staggering towards the castle: "Oh, that seems to be Neville. I heard that he and Harry often visit each other recently." We’re training over there in the Forbidden Forest, maybe there’s some kind of running competition going on.”

After Connor said something, he planned to ignore this trivial matter, but when he was about to turn his head away, he found that Neville stretched out his wand and shot a bright red light bullet, but the wand was not raised upright, and the light bullet tilted It was fired, only drawing a flat parabola, but Neville, who was running, didn't care at all. He raised his wand and fired the next light bullet towards the sky.

At this time, Connor also realized that something was wrong. Sending out magic flares usually meant calling for help. It seemed that Neville had encountered some trouble.

"Come on, Angel, let's go take a look." Connor straightened his face, and an apparition appeared directly above Neville. It's just that under normal circumstances he would not reveal his ability, but now is obviously not the time to care about it.

"What happened Neville"

Neville, who was still running hard, suddenly felt himself being pulled. Only then did he realize that a senior classmate had appeared next to him out of nowhere. He had no time to tell who the person was, so he said breathlessly. : "Help, help Harry. Harry was captured in the Forbidden Forest."

Connor's pupils shrank suddenly, before he could ask any more questions, a broomstick appeared in his hand, and Connor flew quickly in the direction Neville came from.

"The snake was so big that it swept Harry away. Please help me." Before Neville could finish his words, when he raised his head again, there was no one in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then continued to move toward He ran toward the castle and fired flares to try to attract others' attention.

On the other side, Connor was urging his broom to fly into the Forbidden Forest at full speed. Of course, the broom is more useful than Apparation in this situation where there is no clear target. Connor found a lot of people fighting at the junction of the Forbidden Forest. traces, but he did not stop to check, and continued to fly towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, Connor tapped the "belly" with his wand, and a roll of parchment suddenly flew out of the school robe, and was grabbed by the angel lying on Connor's back.

"Angel, see if Harry's name is on the map."

Connor's reaction ability is extremely fast. Realizing that Harry has been arrested into the Forbidden Forest, the "Marauder's Map of the Forbidden Forest" that has not been used for a long time will naturally come into play. It is Connor's last school year. The map made by arithmetic divination can show the names and locations of people who have stepped within the forbidden forest.

Angel quickly responded: "Yes, his name is moving in that direction."

Connor turned decisively in the direction pointed by Angel, and Connor believed that he would soon catch up with the target.

"Hmm, he suddenly stopped moving again. Dad, he stopped not far ahead."

"Okay." Connor held the broom handle with one hand and the wand with the other, ready to fight at any time.

"Stop it and just put your hands down."

Connor clenched his wand and rushed into the scene, but what he saw was not the scene of Harry being held hostage by some mysterious man. Instead, he was standing tall in a tattered school robe, locking the neck of a giant python with one hand and holding the other hand tightly. He shook his head and clenched his fist as if to strike. His face was so ferocious that Harry was intimidating.

At this time, Harry was attracted by Connor's cry, and turned his head to look over, so the imposing two men stared at each other in the air, and were speechless for a moment.

"" Connor slowly landed next to Harry, looked at Harry, and then at the giant python that seemed to have been hammered into unconsciousness. He opened his mouth and said in a dry voice: "It doesn't seem like you need my help. "

"No, I seem to be poisoned," Harry said as he pushed his eyes.

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