Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 410 Where is the diary?
New semester, new atmosphere, the Hogwarts campus is full of youthful vitality.

The first days of school are always pleasant, the classes are easy, the exams are still far away, and the little wizards have not felt any academic pressure yet.

This time period is often the most active time for various associations, such as the Brotherhood of Assassins.

The craze brought by the Monster Cup has not faded. This year, the enthusiasm of the fraternity friends to hold the school monster match is several times that of last year.

After all, in their eyes, the monster card game is no longer as simple as an ordinary game, but an effective way that can bring real honor and tangible benefits.

Last semester, Connor approached the principal to apply for the unscheduled "free" time from September to October as the competition period for the monster finals, and got approval.

This means that the results of the "Campus Monster Cup" will be included in the statistics of the College Cup score in the form of points.

So this competition is no longer a "folk" competition, but a formal competition recognized by the school!

Various departments of the Brotherhood of Assassins, which had contracted the right to hold the competition internally, had already started to take action.

The athletics department is busy preparing for competitions, the news department is busy running newspapers for publicity, the review department is busy reviewing and recruiting new recruits, the props department is busy abusing power to advertise, and the fishing department is busy fishing
In short, everyone is very busy.

This of course also includes the president of our fraternity, Mr. Connor Lake.

Connor is busy making plans for his first new school year.

As the saying goes, opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Opportunities cannot be missed. Connor is always preparing.

The four college tests that the Sorting Hat told him back then are now only Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff's secret treasure Connor has no clue yet, but about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets...the opportunity is close at hand.

[Slytherin strengthens himself in the secret room, and foresight is for Slytherin. 】

The "hints" left by the Sorting Hat back then were already obvious. Finding the Chamber of Secrets basically solved half of Slytherin's puzzles.

This was supposed to be a very easy and simple task, and it was the one Connor was most sure of among the four legends...

But Voldemort's diary is missing.

Connor originally planned to walk around according to the original plot, and then jumped out halfway to rob Hu, open the secret room, and take away the Horcrux, killing two birds with one stone.
As a result, the script was thrown away before it even started. Ginny never got the diary, and Connor's original plan was completely ruined.

Even due to the influence of my big butterfly (for example, Harry Ron didn't ride a speeding car), it is very likely that there will be no chamber of secrets this year. In that case, it will really make people want to cry without tears
But Connor is not a person who will sit and wait for death. If the opportunity does not come, I will take the opportunity. Connor decided to rely on his own strength to find the diary.

Hogwarts is my eyes and ears!

"Conan, Arale, your main task this semester is to find that diary for me!"

".I don't know what that diary looks like, whether it's new or old, but I know it must be in this campus. It's a magic item, and it must be extraordinary. Don't let go of any clues you find. "

"...for your convenience, I have broken down the barriers between all the paintings in the school, the whole of Hogwarts, you can go, go find, find that diary, and bring it back to me in front of you! Go!"

Connor hid himself in the shadows, with his hands behind his back, giving orders with the air of a behind-the-scenes manipulator, just like the [Hogwarts final boss].

However, his "minions" didn't give him much face.

"Oh, let me try to look for it~ yawn~" Conan replied listlessly, holding his dead fish eyes.

"Oh, yo~ I'm going to deliver newspapers to the new neighbors first!" Arale ran away after finishing speaking, ignoring Connor's order directly.

"." Do I want to lose face? ? !Connor's face collapsed bitterly, and he said to Conan in a deliberative tone: "Ahem, Conan, this matter is still very important, and it may be dangerous if it is not handled properly, please give me something to eat. "

"I know, I know, I will look for it with my heart, yawn~bye~" Conan waved his hands and turned away from the frame, and he could vaguely hear his complaints: "...don't give any useful information, just know how to ask, Abba aba."

"..."

"Father, why are these paintings of yours so disobedient?" Angel appeared behind Connor and asked with a smile.

"Nonsense! Didn't they all go to work obediently?!" Connor would not admit that he had lost all dignity in front of his subordinates.

"Conan clearly had reluctance written all over his face just now."

"That's probably because...he looks too much like Conan." Connor sighed. These paintings that restore the impressions in his memory are very individual, and I don't know if this is good or bad...

Then Connor rubbed Angel's head with his backhand: "Don't talk about them, you have become more and more misbehaving recently!"

"Hmm! No way! Angel is obviously the most obedient! Bad dad!" Angel said while pulling Connor's face from behind and pulling it from side to side, not big or small, not decent.
"." It's true that anyone can ride on my head...why won't my paintings be affected by my physique?Connor lay down on the table a little depressed, allowing Angel to "play".

"However, Dad, it's only the first day of school, don't you need to be so nervous? Is that diary really that important?" Angel gently stroked the wrinkles between Connor's brows and asked with concern. That sweet little padded jacket.

"Important...that's for sure...but this is not the main reason for my irritability..." Connor leaned back in the chair, his eyes were empty, and he was a little absent-minded...

"Anqier, I find that I hate the feeling that things are out of control..."

"Although strictly speaking, that diary won't cause much trouble—or even if something happens, I can handle it completely, but the diary is out of my sight, and that alone makes me Very uncomfortable"

"Emmm, is this the so-called desire to control?" Angel bit her thumb and said, "Hmm... I don't understand it very well"

Connor touched Angel dotingly, "An Qier still has a lot to learn."

"Oh, someone is coming."

Angel hid, and at the same time, someone knocked on the door of the president's office...

Now that the fraternity has taken the Room of Requirement as its private plot, the fraternity's president's office is naturally in the Room of Requirement.

"Please come in."

It was Hermione who opened the door and came in, but to Connor's surprise, Hermione had a weird expression.

This shy look of refusal and welcome... What's going on?I haven't evolved to the point of a humanoid aphrodisiac, have I?

"Hermione? What do you want me to do?"

"That... that... I have something to ask..." If it weren't for the eerie silence in the room, Connor could hardly hear what she said.

Hermione still had her somewhat messy fluffy hair, her head was lowered with her hands behind her back, and her red earlobes could still be seen faintly. This shy look reminded Connor of those who asked him to go to the school flowers The little girl who confesses...

No way... Connor looked at Hermione, who was uncharacteristically changed from a proud little peacock to a shy little sparrow, and couldn't help but fell into deep self-blame.

Alas, my goddamned, nowhere-placed charm.

Connor knew that he was going to hurt another girl's heart by mistake, but there was no way. Sometimes, a clear rejection is the real tenderness. He is a man with a lot of sins, and he has already realized it.

So, Connor put on his gentle mask, smiled skillfully and said, "Speak, I'm listening."

Then Connor's smile froze on his face.

"Please... Excuse me... President, can you lend me some money?!"

(End of this chapter)