Connor's Hogwarts

"Clap clap clap..."

Tom looked past Harry and landed on the visitor at the entrance, applauding leisurely: "Welcome, Mr. Connerake, I didn't expect us to meet so soon. I have always been looking forward to meeting you."

"..." Connor observed the environment, stepped closer to the central altar, and greeted calmly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Tom."

"Connor," Harry stepped back to Connor's side, his face became much more relaxed: "Save Ron, and Malfoy. This man is the young Voldemort. He also has a companion. Be careful..."

Voldemort didn't expect to hear his own name from Connor's mouth suddenly, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You know me?"

Connor patted Harry on the shoulder and smiled: "Of course, Tom Riddle, the talented student who was loved by professors 60 years ago, of course I know you."

"It seems that you are indeed as capable as the rumors," Voldemort also said with a smile: "But I prefer to be called the successor of Slytherin, Voldemort."

The two were talking with smiles on their faces. If it wasn't for the hissing of snakes that sounded from time to time, Harry would have thought that the two were having a friendly exchange at the reception.

"Okay, Mr. Tom, nice to meet you, Mr. Tom." Connor glanced at the two little kids floating in the air, thumbed the wand in his hand, and said, "My juniors seem to be a little too naughty. I think Mr. Tom wouldn’t mind giving them to me for a lecture?”

Every time Connor said "Mr. Tom", young Voldemort's face darkened, as if he didn't like hearing him called that name.

"It seems you haven't learned to show due respect to your seniors."

As Voldemort spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved his wand, and a green light shot diagonally upwards. Harry was still curious about what this man was shooting, but he saw that the opponent's attack point started to float towards him at some point. Ron!

Before Harry could yell, Connor's wand reacted faster than he could, and two spells, one red and one green, collided in the air and then disappeared simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought each other, but Ron and Malfoy had already moved behind Connor, and Voldemort's hostage was taken away by Connor in an instant, and the outcome was obvious.

"As expected of a young genius who is expected to succeed Dumbledore," Voldemort's face became more gloomy, and his smile became more and more dangerous:

"Is that your magic painting follower just now? Although I hid my figure, I felt another wave of magic power. Haha, it's even more famous when we meet. You are much more powerful than the savior next to you, Harry Potter. .”

"Ron! Are you all right!"

Ron lay in Harry's arms, dying. Harry looked up at Connor, who easily lifted the curse on Ron.

"Huha! It hurts... it hurts me to death." Ron's facial features were twisted into a ball. It was obvious that the experience he just had was not pleasant. "Connor, be careful about that... guy, he is very dangerous."

Connor nodded. He didn't have time to care about these oil bottles now. He held the wand tightly and faced Voldemort: "Mr. Tom's strength is not bad. Is this your memory from sixth grade? You are like this now." The body...is a magic painting, right? Someone painted you with a magic brush? I didn’t expect you to be reborn in this way. This is indeed beyond my expectation."

"Magic painting?" Harry looked at the young Voldemort in surprise. He always thought it was a person, but he never thought that what he pressed himself to the ground and rubbed was just a magical painting! ?

"Yes, that's right, my current body is made up of that magical magic." Speaking of this, Voldemort's expression suddenly became much better, and he even praised Connor's magic:

"Connor Lake, with this magic alone, I admit that you are qualified to stand with me. I am very satisfied with your magic. You use artifacts to store your soul, and then use magic to form your body, completely breaking away from the shackles of the physical body! A great magic. If you can be in the same era as me, I think we might be able to become like-minded friends! I have never made such a promise to anyone, but Connor, you are worthy of me!"

The young Xiao Fu even extended a "hand of friendship" to Connor. He said in a warm tone: "I have always wanted to meet you, Connor. I admire your talent very much. I believe , together we can crush this world under our feet! Maybe you should consider accepting the friendship of my greatest dark wizard, Salazar Slytherin's heir, Lord Voldemort!"

"..." Connor didn't expect this person to come out like this. No wonder he didn't seem to be hostile to him. Was he... trying to win over him?Good guy, would you like to invite me to join the revolutionary team of your village-level terrorist organization?It's really... flattering.

Connor smiled, and said very politely: "I'm sorry, I'm an introverted person, and I'm not very interested in ruling the world. I don't think we can talk, so let's not be friends."

"I've heard a lot of stories about you..." Voldemort put down his hand, not so angry that he broke into tears. He seemed to want to chat with Connor for a while:

"Connor, you are a very talented person. Your achievements surprise me. To be honest, I think you are stronger than Dumbledore. The achievements you can achieve are definitely not inferior to him. There is no need for you. By being in this school, you deserve a broader world."

Voldemort was very good at complimenting people, and he was very good at it. Connor believed that he would have many friends when he was in school. I remember Old Devin said that Voldemort still had a very charming personality when he was young. , What a pity, such a talented person ended up with a broken brain...

"I think this school can no longer teach you anything? For those of us who strive to explore the way of magic, knowledge does not wait for others to give it. I stayed in the school to expand my network. Hogwarts, but you obviously don't need that, Connor,"

Voldemort pointed to himself, and said: "I have a lot of knowledge abandoned and banned by ignorant mediocrities, and I also know many geniuses who are not recognized by the hypocritical world. With me, what you can get is far better than staying here You can learn more in the school. I believe that you are different from those ordinary wizards who settle down in a corner and do nothing. Come with me and take a look at the wider world, you will not regret it."

"..." Good guy, seeing that we can't talk about ideals together, why do you start using knowledge to induce you?Lao Fu, no, Xiao Fu, you are really a clever guy. You are such a talented person, but your brain is broken. It’s a pity...

Connor smiled crookedly, and decided to chat with Xiao Fu first: "To be honest, I'm really interested in the knowledge you said."

"Oh? So you agreed?" Voldemort also smirked, very happy.

"But what you said is a little wrong. I actually have a lot to learn at school,"

Connor counted his fingers in front of Voldemort: "First of all, I am different from you. After all, I have the trust of Professor Dumbledore and am his direct disciple. The professor is very affectionate to me and has made an agreement. If you want to teach me what you have learned all your life, I have to study for a year even if Lao Deng has some money in his belly, right?"

"And Mr. Nicoléme, don't you know him? He is also my teacher. In order to give me a more comprehensive teaching, he went to Hogwarts to teach me step by step. Teacher Nico's alchemy, One year of study isn’t too much, right?”

"Speaking of which, you must not know that the Big Four except Slytherin have all left their legacy in the school. As for me, I am luckier and have already been favored by Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I have one To put it bluntly, the knowledge they left behind is quite difficult to understand. Although I have been studying it for a long time, it is reasonable for me to think about it for another year or two..."

Connor pointed his fingers stiffly and suddenly exclaimed in "surprise": "Oh, no! I only have less than four years left in school! I haven't even had time to talk to Slytherin and Hufflepah. I want to exchange experiences with each other, but that won’t work. I’m afraid I’ll have to stay in a few more grades. Alas, I still have a lot to learn.”

"..."

"As for your little bit of knowledge, Mr. Tom... of course I don't want to miss it," Connor narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"But I won't go with you, Mr. Tom. I'd rather ask you to stay and teach me slowly as a magic painting."

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