Connor's Hogwarts

Connor appeared in the Hogwarts castle, bent over and retched, this portkey-like teleportation was not a comfortable experience.

When Connor regained his senses, he found that he had arrived at the door of the Hogwarts auditorium, and when he turned his head, he saw Professor McGonagall standing beside him.

"Professor McGonagall! Sorry, I didn't notice you just now." Connor said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, Mr. Lake." Professor McGonagall smiled kindly: "I was here to wait for you, and Professor Dumbledore is also waiting for you in the office."

"Uh, okay." Connor scratched his head, he knew that he couldn't avoid what was supposed to come.

Connor followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office. Along the way, Professor McGonagall smiled and chatted with Connor. From academics to life to emotional status, Professor McGonagall suddenly became enthusiastic about Connor. Nadu felt a little flattered.

Maybe teachers like good and good-looking students, Connor thought narcissistically.

In front of the principal's office, Professor McGonagall even reached out and touched Connor's little head, and she said with a smile: "Connor, the transfiguration you used tonight is very good, I am proud of you. You are a good boy, I I believe you will become a great wizard in the future."

Connor blushed a little, Professor McGonagall was not too serious today, and he was a little unaccustomed: "Thank you, I will work hard."

Professor McGonagall nodded and Connor walked into the principal's office.

Connor entered the office and saw Dumbledore sitting in the front seat, and Snape who had just turned around, but there was no one else.

"Professor Dumbledore, I brought this kid here." Professor McGonagall's expression became serious again. It seemed that the relationship between Professor McGonagall and Snape was not good.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, and Connor, you look good." Dumbledore stood up and said.

"Then I'll leave first, Dumbledore." Snape nodded towards Dumbledore, turned and walked out the door.

When passing by Connor, he stopped and said softly:

"Good job."

Then he left without waiting for Connor's answer.

Before Connor could react, the old bat had disappeared. Connor shuddered. This was the first time Snape praised himself.

After all, his level of potions was only average, and Snape always looked at him with a look of hatred, but he didn't expect to praise him. Connor was really flattered this time.

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore looked at each other, understanding that Dumbledore wanted to talk to Connor alone, she nodded and turned to leave the office.

In the end, only Dumbledore and Connor were left in the headmaster's office...and a phoenix.

Connor shrugged, waved his wand, and called the stool he used to sit on. He sat in his old position, threw the Sorting Hat back to its old place, and stretched: " I'm exhausted, Professor, and I want toffee."

There is a saying, after a semester of close contact, Connor's favorability with Dumbledore has been raised quite high. After all, Connor is cute and speaks well... He and Dumbledore are already that good. It's a relationship that can be joked about.

Dumbledore smiled, took out a handful of candy from the drawer and pushed it in front of Connor, saying, "Eat it, eat it, I prepared a lot of candy tonight, do you want to try the cockroach skewer again this time?"

"No." Connor took a toffee and said with a look of disgust.

Since the first time he took a bite of the cloyingly sweet pile of cockroaches because he was too embarrassed to refuse, Connor never ate this candy again.

"That's really a pity, obviously you used to like to eat." Dumbledore said disappointedly.

Connor twitched the corners of his mouth, chewing on candy, and slumped on the stool in a disrespectful manner, "Let's get down to business, I'm so tired, I want to go back to sleep."

"Young people should indeed go to bed early and get up early..." Dumbledore silently ate a few cockroaches, thought for a while and said: "Then you can first tell me about your wonderful adventure tonight, although from Mr. Weasley I understand part of it, but I still need to confirm it from you..."

"Ah~ It's so troublesome." Connor was paralyzed into Ge You's paralysis, but he still told the matter in detail.

What happened tonight is nothing to hide from Dumbledore. From how to enter the secret passage, to the meeting with Gryffindor, to the final "Command Spell" and Gryffindor's commission, Connor has nothing to hide. The reservation was told to Dumbledore.

"...Finally, I returned to school through the stone lion's teleportation array, and then came to you." Connor said, his mouth was dry, he picked up the lemon tea on the table and took several sips.

"I see... so the secret passage is located in that kind of place? This is really unexpected." Dumbledore murmured to himself. He thought for a moment, looked at Connor and said, "Although I am very I’m curious how you learned the animagus..."

Connor's body froze. This was indeed the last thing Connor wanted to say out of what happened tonight, but had to say it.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was not a pedantic person. He continued: "...But everyone has their own secrets, so don't worry, I won't ask you about this, and I won't tell the Ministry of Magic about it." .”

Connor had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Dumbledore say this:

"Of course, you have to promise me that you won't transform into a small animal and enter the girls' dormitory in the future..."

Connor's face flushed instantly, and he slapped the table angrily: "How can you accuse people of innocence out of thin air! I, Connor Lake! Am I the kind of person who can spy on girls taking a bath!"

"By the way, you can't transform into the prefect's bathroom." Dumbledore said with a smile in his eyes, "Of course, I believe you wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

Connor froze, ate a candy angrily, and secretly regretted why he hadn't thought of this idea before, and now that Dumbledore knew that he would definitely not be able to do it.

"Since the treasures of Hogwarts are real..." Dumbledore knocked on the table and signaled Connor to listen carefully: "Connor, I hope you can put more effort into looking for it in the future. If there is anything, If you need help, you can also tell me and I will try my best to help you. I hope... you can find the real treasure in my lifetime."

"Professor, don't you know the clue?" When it came to business, Connor became serious.

"It's a pity that even though I have stayed at Hogwarts for most of my life, I still haven't been able to find all her secrets..." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I really don't have any clues, even before that. I can't be sure of the authenticity of this legend either..."

"Then why did you give me that repeater on my birthday?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment before he thought about what the repeater was. He smiled and said, "It was indeed because of the Sorting Hat that I decided to give you... the repeater, because it was just before the Christmas holiday. , it tells me that you are already a truly 'qualified person'."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Connor: "Did you learn any powerful magic before the Christmas holiday?"

Connor was stunned. What magic did I learn have to do with being a qualified person?Before the Christmas vacation... Oh, by the way, I think I learned [Eye Brush]?

Connor hesitated for a moment, nodded and said: "Well... well... I learned half of the powerful family painting magic at that time."

"That's probably because of this reason. During that time, your magic aura was indeed a bit dazzling. Maybe because of this reason, you reached the standard of a 'qualified person'... and you were the youngest 'qualified person'. Originally, I arranged it unintentionally, thinking that you would have a lot of time to find this secret in the future... but I didn't expect that you would find the real treasure so quickly..."

"...Maybe this is fate." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"What is magical aura?" Connor asked curiously after thinking for a while.

"An ancient scouting spell that can see the activity of a wizard's blood, that's magic aura. This is the magic used by wizards in ancient times to select disciples. Few people use this spell now." Dumbledore explained.

"Ah, is that so." Connor scratched his chin, this magic seems useless, it doesn't matter if you learn it or not.

Dumbledore glanced at Connor, saw that he didn't ask any more questions, and he was relieved. Connor's family had cast a spell to cover up the magic aura, which Dumbledore could tell, and it seemed that Connor didn't know On this point, since Connor didn't ask, Dumbledore was happy to save trouble.

Dumbledore looked at the time, and then said: "Then let's come here tonight. I won't disturb your time anymore. You should really take a good rest now..."

"By the way, I believe you don't want others to know what happened tonight."

Seeing Connor nodded, Dumbledore continued: "So, I have discussed it with the professors here tonight and they will not spread this matter around. Your friends Mr. Weasley also agreed Got this..."

"The students at the school couldn't leave the castle tonight, so they don't know what happened. As for the Ministry of Magic, I will deal with it. With the help of your family, everything will be covered up, so you don't have to worry about what will happen." Please come to the door."

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Connor thanked him. This indeed saved him a lot of trouble. Dumbledore's thigh is really thick enough, and this wave of apprenticeship is not a loss of blood.

"This is what I should do, then, I hope you have a good dream tonight." Dumbledore raised his glass.

"You too, professor." Connor also raised his glass, swallowing the lemon black tea specially prepared by Dumbledore to help sleep.