Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 200 Closing
"Why is this card broken?"

Connor looked at the card in his hand in surprise. There were cracks on the surface of the paper card, like broken glass.

Dumbledore frowned. He took back the card, looked at it carefully, and explained: "Most of the dark energy has dissipated. This card is not enough to carry the soul, so it shattered."

"What do you mean?"

"Originally this card should be able to preserve that part of the incomplete soul and form something like [Horcrux], but the dark energy just saved in the card suddenly rushed out of the card and entered your body. The cards are broken."

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Connor, and then pressed his shoulder:

"Connor, do you feel anything unusual? Is there any discomfort?"

"Nothing." Connor groped up and down on his body, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Instead, he felt that his magic power had increased a little.
The energy just now seemed to be unconscious, and it naturally merged into his body, as if he had no malice towards him?

Dumbledore let go of Connor after repeated confirmation, and said, "It seems that you have benefited a lot from this trip. Have you made friends with that angel?"

"Ah? No... yes?" Connor tried hard to remember, but he still couldn't remember. He shook his head and said in frustration, "I can't remember."

"Well, it doesn't matter. After all, you just projected your soul into other people's consciousness space. It's normal that you can't leave any impression. Alice may know something." Dumbledore patted Connor on the shoulder:

"In short, it seems that you have done a good job. This matter has been perfectly solved. You can regard the two energies entering your body as gifts from the angels. If I guess correctly, those pure magical powers have no effect on your strength. It's a small improvement."

"Huh?" Connor raised his eyebrows, is this a free experience pack?Such a good thing happened to me?
Connor shrugged, and then he looked at the broken card again: "So, that fallen angel."

"There are no more fallen angels, Kid Connor." The pope glanced at them indifferently, "Although I don't know how you did it, you did save that little girl."

He flipped the card lightly again: "...also wiped out the angels."

"Destroyed?"

Dumbledore nodded and explained: "This card only contains the incomplete souls belonging to angels. In a sense, angels have indeed been wiped out."

Connor felt inexplicably complicated.

The Pope shook his head: "We will give an explanation to the British Ministry of Magic this time. Your minister seems to be getting impatient."

It was only then that Connor realized that there were several circles of wizards on brooms in the air not far from the Forbidden Forest, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic had already surrounded it.

"Dumbledore, I think we should discuss the follow-up of this matter"

"Of course, there is no problem. We really shouldn't keep others waiting." Dumbledore shook the card in his hand at Connor and said, "Connor, lend me your card for a while."

After speaking, he was about to turn around and walk away.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore." Connor suddenly grabbed Dumbledore, pointed to the ball of light that was still floating in the air and asked, "Professor Dumbledore, is that also the soul of an angel? Then what about this?" Deal with it?"

"Oh, that, the soul above is already dissipating, and it will probably dissipate completely by dawn. It's just a dissipating incomplete soul, which has no value, let alone I have another half here." Dumbledore Lido explained, and then began to order the professors to clean up the scene and arrange for the aftermath.

But when Connor heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable. He subconsciously felt that he should do something.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Huh?" Dumbledore turned to look at Connor again.

"That." Connor asked hesitantly, "Can you help me collect this soul?"

Connor pointed to the ball of light.

"Oh? What are you collecting this for?" Dumbledore asked curiously: "A broken and incomplete newborn soul, if you want to study the soul, you can use the soul in this card of yours."

"Oh, wizard." The pope whispered bb.

"No, no." Connor looked at the "hourglass" that was slowly falling apart, but he couldn't think of any reason. He just... simply didn't want to just watch it disappear like this.

"Well, I don't care what your reason is, I can still help with this little thing." Dumbledore didn't care, he stretched out his wand, and drew the white light to him:

"About the magic of preserving the soul, I haven't actually studied it in detail, and this soul is still an unconscious soul. Even if the soul without self-awareness is preserved, it will slowly dissipate."

After some operations, Dumbledore asked: "So where do you think you keep this soul, Connor? Once the soul is attached to the entity, it is difficult to separate them, so you finally use something that is not easy to damage As a possession, of course ordinary items are also acceptable.”

Connor froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and began to rummage in his pocket, and found a piece of paper the size of a postage stamp. It was the super powerful "magic paper" he made before. Connor handed the paper to Dumbledore: "Use this, Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, gold paper, I didn't expect you to have such a thing." Dumbledore smiled and took this small stamp: "Indeed, it's a good choice to store souls with this."

Dumbledore drew the little piece of soul into Connor's stamp with his wand. As the light slowly melted into the stamp, Connor felt a sense of relief.

"Okay, here you are, although I put my soul into this piece of paper, because this soul has no consciousness, it will completely dissipate after a long time. I estimate...in about half a year, this soul will completely disappear. Disappear, you can make good use of this time."

"Filius, take Connor home, he is also very tired tonight." Dumbledore greeted Professor Flitwick, and then said to Connor: "Tonight's matter should not be taken seriously." You got involved, but you did a great job, a great job."

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Let's leave the next thing to the professors, you go home first, get a good night's sleep, and don't worry about the next thing."

Connor stroked the small stamp, always feeling that the paper in his hand was a bit heavier: "Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, turned and left, walked a few steps and stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "By the way, Happy Easter, Connor."

"Enjoy your Easter break, it's all over."

"And you too, Professor. Happy Easter."

(End of this chapter)