Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 432
Connor and Hermione finished the interview, and on the way back to the castle, they happened to meet Harry and Ron, who looked downcast.

Hermione ran forward with small steps holding the drawing book: "Harry, Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"It's Hermione, we just came out of Professor McGonagall's office, we have been trained all morning." Harry said weakly.

"I don't understand why I have to be tortured like this! My God, it was Harry who knocked Malfoy and the others down." Ron wailed in despair.

"If you didn't step on Malfoy's back when the professor arrived yesterday, you probably have nothing to do." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked the two of them up and down: "So shouldn't you be happy that the lecture is over? Why do you look so unlovable?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then closed their eyes in pain: "We have been horribly punished"

"Points deducted?" Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Anyway, you have not been deducted once or twice, and you are not so depressed, so you have been fined and confinement?"

"There is no point penalty, but the punishment is worse than confinement! Harry was sent to help Professor Lockhart reply to his fans, and I was responsible for wiping all the trophies in the trophy room!" Ron groaned and lowered his hands: "I'm not allowed to use magic! Kill me, or I'll be killed by Filch too."

"I'd like to trade with you if possible. I'm used to scrubbing and scrubbing, but I'm writing back to Lockhart's admirers. God, I'd rather copy the history of magic ten times."

Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter when she heard the complaints of the two, "Who told you to beat Malfoy so badly, he's still lying in the infirmary now, now the new Seeker of Slytherin will be around next week I can't train anymore."

The three of them couldn't help but smile at each other and burst out laughing.

"Thank you, Harry, Ron, I actually don't care about Malfoy's words at all." Hermione didn't forget that yesterday's conflict was actually caused by herself. Both Harry and Ron helped her out, although she didn't react to.
"Hey! It's all Malfoy's fault. He's the only one who can say that ugly title now. In fact, Professor McGonagall is also on our side. If it wasn't for Snape and Lockhart On the other side, there is a strange yin and yang, maybe we have nothing to do!"

Ron held his head up and smiled smugly. From his point of view, blowing up Slytherin (following Harry) was a very happy and proud thing.

"Ah, it's about time. I still have an appointment with Neville, so I have to go first." Harry suddenly interrupted the conversation of several people.

"That's right, I have an appointment for a game at Hagrid's hut, and I'm leaving too!" Ron seemed to have just remembered the reason why they left the castle.

"Well, see you then."

"Harry, I'm definitely going to try the slug spell on Malfoy next time."

"Actually, I think it's more convenient and faster to use fists."

Hermione waved her hand and watched the two friends run away in a hurry, complaining to each other, but a male magnetic voice suddenly came from her ear
"You have two good friends, Hermione."

"Ah!" Hermione almost jumped up in fright, and she remembered that she had been walking with Connor just now, "Sorry, sorry! President, I just forgot that you were standing next to me! I'm so rude gone."

"It's okay, they didn't find me just now, didn't they?" Connor waved his hand nonchalantly, "Did you see the ring on my hand? As long as I don't want to, most people won't notice at all."

"Connor! So you are here!"

The smile on the corner of Connor's mouth froze on his face. He raised his head and saw that the little secretary Penello was sitting on the broom and flying towards him. He was embarrassed. This was the second time. It's not as useful as expected
"I heard that you are instructing Hermione to draw. I was going to find you, so is this over?" The broom stopped in front of the two of them, and Penello jumped off the broom and walked to them with a smile. It is natural to speak.

But Hermione always felt that the gentle senior Penello was a little different from before. For example, now she looked at her with a little bit of resentment, which reminded Hermione of those bones on the plate were robbed. The eyes of the little dog after leaving emmmm must be an illusion, it must be an illusion
"Penelo, didn't I tell you to wait for me in the office? I said I'll go back later." Connor, who lost a little bit of face, tried to pretend nothing happened.

"It's urgent. It's urgent. I think it's important to read the document that was sent suddenly by Lake Company just now." Penello took out his Facebook seriously, and it seemed that he had already entered the working mode.

It's really hard to be free for a long time. Connor has no choice but to take over Facebook and check it while walking to the castle.
Hermione looked left and right, and asked to leave very discerningly: "President, Penello, I think of something urgent, so I won't bother you."

Before Connor could speak, Penello responded kindly: "Well, Hermione, go get busy first, don't worry about us."

Connor scratched his head, and said to Hermione: "Then Hermione, you should go back first! About that notebook, if you can, you can bring it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, but when will you have time, President?"

"Emmm then tonight"

Penello continued to rush to answer: "Connor, you have a meeting tonight. Alice has emphasized that you cannot be absent."

"Well, let's do it tomorrow. I'll probably be in the library after lunch."

"Okay! Understood!" Then Hermione turned around and trotted away nimbly, as if avoiding some prehistoric beast, embarrassing Connor who waved goodbye but got no response.

"." Smiling and watching Hermione run away, Penello glanced at Connor who put down his hand in embarrassment. She didn't ask about the notebook, but said something calmly and seemed to mean something.
"Connor, do you like that kid very much?"

"That's it."

"Oh haha??"

"Of course not that kind of liking." Connor smiled awkwardly: "It's just that Hermione is as smart as I imagined, and the experience of teaching smart people is still very good."

Penello's hands tightened and loosened, and he didn't dare to ask why it was "imaginary", so he quickly changed the subject: "Connor, behind the documents of Lake Company, there are still several documents from Birmingham that need you Take a look."

"Yes, yes, oh, let's go back to the office first and look at it."

Looks like Connor's plans for a weekend of fishing have come to nothing
Moreover, Connor didn't expect his relaxed campus life this school year would end so quickly
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"President, is the notebook you want me to find important?"

The next day, the Monday of the second week of school, when Connor was seriously reading in the library, Hermione suddenly rushed to him with a bunch of notebooks in her arms, with a serious expression on her face.

"I went back and checked my notebook last night, and I didn't find anything suspicious but—"

"My notebooks are indeed missing one."

"I have a notebook missing."

(End of this chapter)