Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 322 Easter Holiday

Connor had a lot of things to consider, but none of his arrangements could see results in a short while, and the days were still passing day by day. At the end of March, this year's Easter holiday finally arrived.

"A lot of things happened last Easter," Connor sighed as he walked away from the castle with the fat fox Mira in his arms.

"Ha, time flies so fast, it always feels like it happened yesterday." George laughed.

"I remember Roger being left at school last year. It was a sad story." Fred laughed, patting Roger on the back.

"Hey! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have seen such a wonderful battle!" Roger muttered, this year he finally didn't have to be left behind at school, and staying in school during the holidays was not a pleasant experience.

"See you!"

"See you!"

After parting from Lee and Roger at the train station, Connor and the twins walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Ah, Charlie has graduated, and the three of us will be the only ones walking this way home from now on," George said with some emotion.

"Hey, Percy hasn't graduated yet, he will cry when he hears that." Connor laughed, Percy didn't plan to go home this holiday because he was preparing for the OWL exam.

"Ha, Lord Percy is a prefect, why would he be with us common people." The two brothers had been at odds with Percy, and Connor had nothing to do about it.

"By the way, isn't Ivan going home with you?" Fred bumped Connor with his shoulder.

"Hehehe, I gave him a death order. If he doesn't pass the No. 1 exam at the end of the semester, his pocket money will be deducted. Now he should study nervously in the library." Connor laughed happily: "Say Wake up, isn't Ron coming home?"

"He said he would stay at school with Harry." Fred shrugged. "Ron is fine, but Ginny will be upset if Ivan doesn't come home."

"Hey, there's no need for us big brothers to worry about those little devils."

Several people were talking and laughing as they walked on the streets of Hogsmeade Village. Suddenly, George pointed in the direction of the Pig's Head Bar and said, "Look, isn't that Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, it's him, I'll never forget the back of his head." Fred curled his lips: "I didn't say that, Quirrell is the worst Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I've ever taught, I really doubt his cringe How dare the shrunken character walk into the dark forest?"

"." Next year you will meet a better professor. Connor looked at Quirrell who walked into the Pig's Head Bar thoughtfully. Speaking of which, Quirrell has been hiding very well, and he has no flaws in school.

Connor remembered that Quirrell seemed to be secretly hunting unicorns, but the Forbidden Forest has been quiet this semester, and nothing like this has happened. Is it because it hasn't come yet?
"Indeed, I hope we can find a better professor next year." George nodded in agreement.

"." Hey, hey, your mentality is not good. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not a disposable product. Connor complained silently in his heart, and waved his hand: "Then. I'm going to my grandfather's house. See you later."

"See you."

Connor walked out of the streets of Hogsmeade village alone, seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Angel silently showed his original shape beside Connor, Connor put his hand on Angel's head with a smile, and then led her towards Go to Lake Manor.

"Welcome home, Master Connor."

"Hello, Buzz." Connor greeted the old elf of his grandfather's house with a smile, and asked, "Is my grandfather at home?"

"Master has been waiting for Master Connor in the living room."

"Ah."

"Is this my father's house?" Angel looked around curiously: "It's so beautiful."

"This is my grandfather's home, um, it's also my home, and it's also Angel's home." Connor walked into the house with a smile, and then saw old Diwen standing in the living room and looking at him with a smile.

"You're back, Connor." After hugging Connor, Old Diwen's gaze was attracted by the white-haired and red-eyed Angel behind Connor: "Connor, this child is..."

"This is another work of mine." Connor said with a smile, "Her name is Angel."

Angel stretched out her small head and looked at Old Diwen with her magnificent eyes, and said in a charming voice, "Hello, great-grandfather."

"."

Quiet.

"Ahem, Connor, this is"

"Uh... for some reason, Angel has always called me father. Just get used to it." Connorpi said with a smile, it was too embarrassing, and he shouldn't have called me father in the first place. By the way, you must not let Angel call Grandma Flora, or you will die.
"Is that so?" Old Diwen didn't care too much: "So...she is also a magic painting with a soul?"

Connor nodded, then took out a painting from his pocket, looked at his ancestor Monet who was looking at him with interest: "Mr. Monet, I want to hide Angel's original painting in your painting world .”

"Connor kid, I'm not your locker here"

Patriarch Monet cursed reluctantly, but Connor finally got in. Connor felt that this was the safest place in the world, and no safe was more reliable than this.

After it was over, Connor and his grandfather sat opposite each other.

"Then. Let me tell you in detail, Connor, your adventure story. I want to hear it again."

Connor rolled his eyes. He couldn't remember how many times he told the story recently. But there is no way, what should be said is still to be said
"Then. Let's start with Ms. Gray."

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After listening to Connor's story, old Divin fell into deep thought. He began to wonder if he had read a fake Hogwarts.
Obviously we all went to the same school, why is your campus life so far from mine?
"Sita, I don't think I've been there a few times." Old Divin shook his head, and turned his attention back to the inheritance of knowledge that Connor had obtained: "So, Connor, you have obtained a lot of long-lost magic. Knowledge?"

"Yes, the paper on the magic scroll has been submitted to "Magic" magazine, and I plan to disclose the entire spell model. Professor Dumbledore said that I might get the Order of Merlin for it." Connor shrugged, his tone relaxed Said.

"The Medal of Merlin...? That's a good honor, but Connor, are you sure you want to publish all this knowledge?" Old Diwen raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't quite agree with Connor's idea.

"if not?"

"." Old Diwen glanced at Patriarch Monet, stroked his beard and said, "I mean that powerful magic knowledge can be passed down as a family inheritance, and it's so precious."

Connor rolled his eyes and interrupted directly: "Stop, stop, what kind of knowledge do you think will be lost in hundreds of years?"

"what?"

"Those so-called lost knowledge are all very, very, very difficult magic. If it is a simple and powerful magic, how can it be lost?"

Connor spread his hands: "Scroll magic is almost the simplest magic among them. The remaining ones are difficult to even understand with my ability, so we should not worry about others learning it, but worry about whether anyone can learn it. "

"Knowledge can only be improved through continuous exchange and learning. Grandfather, your concept is too narrow."

Old Diwen blushed when he was told by his grandson, he hesitated and said: "But... it's too much to announce everything"

Connor gave old Diwen a sideways look, and this look is the face of an old capitalist. It seems that his grandfather has also been blinded by Jin Jialong in the past few years.
"Don't worry, my plan is to publish those rare and outrageous magics first. This will not have much impact... Besides, grandfather, I have a huge business to hand over to you." Connor made his The magic card was pushed in front of Old Diwen.

Old Diwen looked at the card with a beautiful goddess portrait in front of him, and raised his head in doubt: "This is...?"

"I improved the work with scroll magic, can you see if our factory can produce this?"

Old Diwen picked up the card and checked it over and over again: "This magic pattern density is not difficult to produce. What's the use of this?"

"Use magic power to trigger it, or tear up the card."

Old Divin poured magic power into the card without thinking, and the next moment, a bright ball of light appeared above the card.

"Is this the Luminescent Curse?"

"Yes, THE LIGHT [Light], sealed a card with a fluorescent spell." Connor smiled and said, "It can cast spells silently, without a stick, without a trace, even Muggles can use it, and it's a one-time item, grandpa How much Galleon do you think we can earn once this thing is released?"

Old Diwen's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he began to breathe heavily, and the small piece of paper in his hand suddenly seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties.
"Connor, can this card seal any magic?" Old Diwen's tone trembled a little.

"Theoretically, it is possible, but if you use a factory for mass production, you should only be able to produce those magic patterns with relatively simple magic patterns at first, and those with complicated magic patterns. I guess a magic worker can't make a few in a day."

Magic workers refer to those squibs that have no magic power but can’t use magic. The magic power used to produce magic scrolls must be more than that of direct casting. Magic workers themselves have less magic power than wizards. It may be a bit difficult to let them produce this. barely.

"Besides, those magic factories that need to mobilize emotions shouldn't be able to produce them, such as Patronus Charm, Killing Curse, etc." Connor spread his hands: "These magic that mobilizes emotions can be made into magic scrolls by a single person, but mass production is not enough." Not realistic."

"There are also magics that require a huge amount of magic power. Emmm, the price/performance ratio is very low, and it is also not suitable for production in factories."

Regarding the production of magic cards, Connor has already considered them one by one before. According to his plan, it will take at least half a year from the preparation of the new factory to the official release...

But Connor doesn't have to worry about these matters, just leave this kind of matter to his grandfather. In fact, old Diwen is much more excited than Connor.

"Good! Good! Great! Connor, with this magic, our Lake family will become England's number one magic family just around the corner! Hahahaha, wait a minute!"

Old Divin smiled and suddenly turned his head to look at Connor: "Connor, you just said that you have handed in this spell model???"

"Yes."

"Hey!!" Old Diwen almost swallowed his tongue: "Connor, what is this?"

Connor sighed, old man, where did your maturity and stability go: "Don't worry, when others realize the benefits in this, our Lakers have already completely occupied the market. What do you think our Lake experience store chain stores are doing? Use? No one can take our business away."

"Besides, even if they start building factories at that time, they can only grab some soup after us."

"In short, this piece of cake is huge, and our family will definitely not be able to eat it all. The advantages of publishing the spell model outweigh the disadvantages."

"Besides. I still have a lot of tricks that are useless. Believe my grandfather, we can't lose money."

(End of this chapter)