Connor's Hogwarts

1989.12.24 is Connor's 11th birthday. Today, Hogwarts also begins Christmas vacation. The holiday lasts for half a month. Connor plans not to stay in school during this half month.

I haven't been home for a long time. Although my grandfather has been asking Connor to go to his place to play on weekends, Connor has always refused on the grounds that his studies are heavy.

Thinking of seeing his grandfather, Flora and Ivan soon, Connor felt a little happy.

Connor and the Weasley brothers left school together, and they were going back to the Burrow for the holidays, so they made an appointment to go together.

At the gate of Hogwarts school, Connor and Roger waved goodbye, and the four Weasley brothers walked towards Hogsmeade village, Connor was going to Lake Manor and the Weasley brothers were going to find a place to take the Floo network back The Burrow.

"Connor, any plans for the Christmas break?" Fred asked.

"Emmm, let me think about it. I have to learn the basic spells of the third grade. There are still a few magic patterns that I haven't cleared up. I have to re-read the knowledge points of the potion class, and I have to catch a mouse to study the transfiguration..." As Connor said this, he looked into Patsy's pocket, where there was a mouse that wasn't a mouse.

"Hey! Dude! It's a holiday! Why are you still so busy studying? Shouldn't you relax during the holiday?" George gestured his hands exaggeratedly.

"Learning makes me happy." Connor shrugged.

"Hahaha, you do look like a Ravenclaw, Connor." Charlie laughed and patted Connor on the shoulder.

"A restless Ravenclaw." x2

They chatted and laughed along the way, and soon came to the fireplace house in Hogsmeade village. Like the fireplace house in Diagon Alley, it was specially provided for wizards who needed to use the Floo network.

"Goodbye, remember to come to my birthday party tonight." Connor and the Weasley brothers waved goodbye.

"See you!"

Seeing the four Weasleys disappear into the fireplace one after another, Connor turned and walked in another direction.

Then he thought of Patsy's pet mouse, Scabbers. Connor hadn't figured out what to do with this "mouse". In fact, Connor tried to use the Marauder's Map to find "Wormtail" when he was in school, but Couldn't find his name on the map.

In fact, Connor didn't have any hope at all. After all, this Marauder's Map couldn't even recognize Connor's Disillusionment Charm. As one of the creators of the Marauder's Map, Wormtail couldn't be found so easily.

Connor felt that Harry could easily find Wormtail's name on the map, and the reason might not be as simple as he thought.

Now that Wormtail couldn't be identified with the Marauder's Map, Connor didn't think about what to do with the mouse for a while, so let's leave him with Percy for the time being, anyway, he couldn't lose it.

Connor walked out of Hogsmeade Village. Lake Manor was located on the outskirts of the village, not far from the village. Connor was going there now.

When he could see the gate of the manor, Connor could see his grandfather Diwen was already waiting at the gate from a distance. Seeing Connor appearing, his grandfather waved his hand with a smile, and Connor ran over with a smile.

"Grandfather, the weather is nice today, isn't it?"

"Of course, of course, we haven't seen our dear Connor for a long time." Grandfather gave Connor a warm hug and held Connor's hand tightly as he walked into the manor, "Why don't you come over here more often?" What? This place is quite close to Hogwarts, isn't it? If it's because of school rules, Dumbledore wouldn't mind selling me a favor..."

"You know, I have so much to learn, and I can't stop seeing so much interesting knowledge to learn."

"Oh, do you practice drawing every day?"

"Of course! I keep practicing every day..."

Entering the hall, Connor stopped talking and looked around on the wall full of portraits, looking for the ancestor with a very long name. It seemed like... what was his name... Benny... Benedick? .Gerne Monet, Bertram Lake, the enemy is you.

"Grandpa Benny, zaima?" Connor leaned forward with a smile.

Benedict, who pretended to be asleep in the painting, slowly opened his eyes: "Oh? It's little Connor, what can I do with your Grandpa Benny?"

"Grandpa Benny, when will you teach me the magic of running into paintings? I think I can learn it now." Connor blinked and said maliciously.

"No hurry, no hurry, you haven't painted a real painting yet, come to me after you finish it." The real paintings Benedict said meant the paintings in the room. It is true that Connor has not successfully painted the same works. He usually draws pictures for others that cannot speak, but he already has the ability to draw them.

"But look at the monster cards I drew, I can already draw that kind of picture!" Connor took out a few cards and shook them, and the Pikachu inside was also rolled around, making an angry pika !Pickup!the sound of.

"Being able to draw it and drawing it are two different things. Your toy-like paintings are not counted."

Hearing this, Connor pouted angrily, frowned and stared at old Benny with his big blue eyes. Connor was very skilled at being malicious and cute, and a ten-year kid is not just pretending Yes, and Connor feels that the shelf life of his little kid is almost over, and if he doesn't spend it now, he won't be able to use it later.

Flora and old Divin couldn't stop Connor from doing this, but as a painting, Benedict remained indifferent and turned his head away from Connor.

In the end, grandfather Di Wen ran out and said with a smile: "Connor, don't you want to draw a picture for Nott, and you can learn it when you draw it."

Hearing this, Connor was excited. He seemed to have promised Professor Nott to lie to his grandfather. He felt a little guilty and said: "Okay... okay, I will learn it again when the time comes."

"By the way, grandpa, I recently learned a new kind of painting magic, but I'm not yet proficient. It can make paintings come into reality!"

But the grandfather didn't seem too surprised, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is it the magic left by your father?"

"Uh, yes." How did you know?

"Oh, just learn it yourself. It's best not to hand it over to others easily. The Far East is... very conservative, and they value this confidentiality..." Grandfather hesitated to speak.

"Oh...Okay, I'll go home first. Grandpa remembers to come to my birthday party tonight!" After thinking about it, there seemed to be nothing else, Connor decided to go home first to meet Flora and Ivan, Ivan must have been very unhappy during his absence...

"Okay, you go back first, Flora should be waiting for you at home." Grandpa smiled. "I'll go there again tonight."

"See you tonight then."

.........

Watching Connor disappear into the fireplace, grandfather Diwen asked, "Mr. Monet, why didn't you teach Connor that magic? He is the most talented magic painter in our family for hundreds of years."

"Humph, didn't I know he was very talented? He is just too talented. Look at him. He has only stayed at Hogwarts for three months. His magical aura can't even be blocked. This is a wizard. It's a sign of highly active blood. It's hard to imagine how much he has learned in the past three months and how many times he has activated his blood..."

"That..."

"Do you think he is not noticeable enough? Has the peaceful life made you forget the cruelty of the wizarding world? Many old immortals do not want to see the second Dumbledore appear..." said the grandfather The look on Benedick's face for Mr. Monet was a little scary, and he said:

"Connor is no longer suitable for contact with high-level magic. Fortunately, I asked you to cast a concealment spell on him. Otherwise, his magical aura would have been noticed by some interested people. Although Dumbledore is at Hogwarts, , but those dirty rats hiding in the gutters won’t miss any opportunity..."

"Connor's aura has only recently increased dramatically. He should have learned the Far Eastern witchcraft left behind by his father..." Old Devin was a little silent. In fact, he did not understand the instructions of this ancestor, and even suspected that he was communicating with him. In a battle of wits and courage in the air, are there any hidden forces in the magic world?Our families are already very behind the scenes. Are there any old guys who are even more behind the scenes?Why didn't I feel it?Have I lived all these years in vain?

"I know what you're thinking, don't you really believe my words?"

"..."

"Hmph, it's not that you didn't notice them, but that you are not qualified to enter their field of vision."

"..." It hurts my heart, ancestor.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it... You don't have to worry about this. Just protect Connor and let him grow up safely. His future path can only be decided by himself. Let's go...and why did you let that Nott go to Connor to draw? I also thought about teaching him magic in a few years!"

"...It's really not me who called him. How did I know that he suddenly went to Hogwarts to become a professor..." Old Devin felt that he was becoming more and more angry as the patriarch of the clan. When should he hurry up? Let Connor take over, these ancestors can't afford to offend them, they can't afford to offend...