Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor's Hogwarts"

The big commotion in Gryffindor successfully attracted a lot of "audience".

It was none other than Principal Dumbledore who came out to eat melons first, and he appeared in the front auditorium with an apparition. Connor felt the sight under his half-moon glasses, but couldn't see clearly The expression of the old headmaster.

Then all the professors came in one by one, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Professor Nott, Professor Flitwick... Finally even the big guy Hagrid appeared.

... Now it's all right, there's no need for the twins to send rescuers.

Connor also noticed that there were many small heads poking their heads from the windows of the towers of the dormitory, and several towers were lit up, and he didn't know what was going on inside the castle now...

"Oh, are you the current teachers of Hogwarts? Yes, very good. I'm Godric Gryffindor. Nice to meet you." The huge lion showed a piercing smile, as if He thought it was impolite, and the next moment the lion turned back into a handsome red-haired man and bowed to the audience seats.

Connor saw the professors whispering to each other, Professor McGonagall covered his mouth in surprise, Dumbledore walked up to Professor Sprout and whispered a few words, then Professor Sprout turned and left, probably It's back to school to maintain order.

Dumbledore took out his wand and pointed it in the air. Connor could feel something shooting out of his wand, and then an invisible wave of magic power exploded in the air of the arena.

"Oh, I hope there will be more audiences, Connor boy, is that old man your principal? It's amazing."

At some point, Gryffindor had already stood beside Connor, looking towards the auditorium with Connor, and muttering in his mouth, the tone seemed to be discussing the weather today.

"...Yes, he is our Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of our time..." Connor ignored Gryffindor's unconscious title and said obediently He replied, thought for a moment and added: "Principal Dumbledore is a graduate of Gryffindor House."

"Oh, yes, it's good, it's great, it's Gryffindor."

"..." Connor didn't know how to answer the question and chose to remain silent.

On the other side, Dumbledore walked to the front of the auditorium and tapped in front of him with his wand. Connor saw a layer of ripples in the seemingly empty air. The arena seemed to be covered by a layer of air. The wall is enclosed.

Connor looked at Gryffindor, who shrugged and said, "It's a small spell, don't worry, no one can disturb your trial."

"..." Thank you, I don't feel relieved at all.

"Hello, dear Mr. Gryffindor, I am Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, it is an honor to meet you."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Headmaster, I'd be happier if you could get that fog out of the air."

Connor looked up, the moon and stars were sparse, and he didn't see any fog.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Sorry, I think it's late now and I shouldn't disturb my students Hugh—"

"Oh! Here we come! Hey! Look, that's Connor! Here Connor! Here—"

"Cool! The arena! This is so cool!!"

Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by two voices. On the other side of the auditorium, the red-haired twins ran out of the aisle, yelling.

"..." God knows where these two people came from, but you came out at the wrong time. Connor held a moment of silence for the two of them for two seconds.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall ran over with a dark face, and the twins' faces turned white. Only then did they realize... all the professors from the school seemed to be here.

"Hahaha, you are indeed my Gryffindor student."

Connor looked at the laughing red-haired Gryffindor, then at the red-haired twins, with mixed emotions. Could it be that the Weasleys are your descendants...

Dumbledore paused, then continued as if nothing happened, "I want to know what you want to do to my students by making such a big noise?"

Gryffindor smiled, put his palm on Connor's shoulder, and did not answer Dumbledore's question directly. Instead, he raised his voice and said: "Welcome everyone to come and watch this wonderful performance..." ."

"As you can see, Connor will accept the test of me, Gryffindor, and this test requires your witness..." Gryffindor spoke in a measured tone, like the host of a party.

"You just need to watch carefully and witness all this. You don't need to do anything, but... you can't do anything."

"Of course, there's nothing you can do..." Gryffindor seemed to be arrogantly putting his hands behind his back, raising his head and chest, and burst out with a powerful momentum. At this time, no one on the court would doubt what he said... ....

"Dumbledore, is this...really Gryffindor?" Snape asked as professors gathered around him in the audience.

"Yes, although this is not him, it is just a stone statue, but there is no doubt that this is the founder of our school, Godric Gryffindor." Dumbledore said, glanced at McGonagall The professor carried the twins who had been set aside.

"Principal Dumbledore, then Connor won't be in any danger?" Professor Nott asked a little anxiously.

"...Sark, I can't answer your question. What happened tonight was far beyond my expectation. I don't know what will happen next." Dumbledore shook his head. He whispered: "I didn't expect that everything the Sorting Hat said was true..."

"The Sorting Hat?" Snape asked suspiciously.

"Severus, this is a legend about the Hogwarts treasure, but not many people know about it. After all, no one has ever found it. Although I also believe that this treasure is real, I have not found it either. it...."

"What does this have to do with the Sorting Hat?"

"The Sorting Hat said that only the truly qualified can find the treasure... But no one has discovered this secret in so many years, and Connor... he is the youngest 'qualified' in so many years. ', I originally just wanted him to look for it with the idea of ​​giving it a try, but I didn't expect that he really succeeded..." Dumbledore explained.

"What is a qualified person?" Snape seemed to be a curious baby.

Dumbledore was probably tired of explaining. He glanced at Snape out of the corner of his eye, but did not answer his question:

"Severus, there is nothing we can do now... This magic barrier is not easy to break even with my power." Dumbledore looked at Connor in the arena and said, "Now we just have to Now that we can be a good spectator, we should probably trust that kid.”

......

"Looks like you're ready?" Gryffindor asked Connor.

Connor clenched the wand in his hand, took a few deep breaths, nodded and said, "Yes, I'm ready."

"Okay, that's what we need!" Gryffindor nodded. He raised his left hand, only to see a dark object appear from the void, and finally landed on his hand. Connor took a closer look. Look, isn't this the sorting hat?

As soon as the Sorting Hat appeared, it yelled loudly: "Godric! Godric! It's really you! Oh! And Kid Connor! Haha! You succeeded, Kid Connor! You found it and you did it! I really didn't Wrong person! Hey! Godric, I found you a suitable disciple!"

Gryffindor looked at the noisy hat, then threw the sorting hat to Connor in disgust, and Connor quickly took the hat and hugged it in his arms.

"Why do I have such a stupid hat like yours, Merlin's beard, it took you nearly 1000 years to find a good one for me, and you're still proud?"

"???" The Sorting Hat looked at Gryffindor in surprise, and said tremblingly: "Godric... you... you actually dislike me?! All these years! I! Work hard! Never slack off! And you actually! You actually dislike me now!! You have changed! Godric! I was your favorite hat back then!"

Gryffindor picked his ear with his little finger and said, "I don't have an ugly, dirty, stupid hat like yours."

"I...@#￥#￥@%&*￥" The Sorting Hat exhaled excitedly in Connor's arms and almost jumped out of Connor's arms, but Connor held it tight with all his strength to stop it. .

"Okay, okay, Connor boy, you don't have to worry about it, it has always been so unreasonable." Gryffindor waved his hand and said, "Before we start, I will lend it to you. I hope it will be useful to you." A little help, although this hat is ugly and stupid, but sometimes, it is still useful..."

"..." Connor didn't know how to complain for a moment, so he put the Sorting Hat on his head and let it find a good position to confront Gryffindor.

"Now, your test is about to begin. First, I have to find an opponent for you..." Gryffindor ignored the noisy Sorting Hat and tilted his head, as if listening to something. Keep mumbling:

"Hmm... um... I see... Is that so... Okay, the decision is yours..."

Gryffindor seemed to have made a decision. When he stretched out his right hand, the ground under his palm began to churn, and the mud spewed out, and the spray was higher and higher until it reached the height of an ordinary person. The mud began to fade and deform. Finally, a man in a black robe with a distorted face appeared in front of Connor.

The transformed black-robed man in front of him had a pale complexion, thinning hair, and his eyes were full of tyranny and bloodthirsty. His face was hideous and terrifying. He looked like a senior black wizard, and Connor even took a step back because of his ugliness. .

"How is it possible! How could it be him!" On the other side of the auditorium, Professor Nott screamed when he saw the black-robed man appearing. His outstretched hand trembled slightly, and it could be seen that he was very shocked.

Snape and other professors on the side also looked surprised, only Dumbledore remained expressionless.

"Boy Connor, according to the information I collected, this guy is the most scary guy in the world. Well, this appearance is really scary. As your opponent, he is still very good. So next. "..." Gryffindor circled around the man in black robes for a few times, looked at him carefully, and finally nodded and said to Connor: "... Your test is to defeat him."

"Who is he?"

Connor didn't question why his opponent was a seemingly experienced dark wizard. He was still very confident in himself. As long as the opponent was still a person with a nose, I, Connor, was right.

Besides, this kind of ugly guy who can be seen as a dragon at first glance is definitely not an important role...

"It seems...Tom Riddle? You seem to call him...Voldemort?"

……

Brother Lion, I'm sorry, is it too late for me to apply for withdrawal from the test?