Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 433 Clues

"What? What's going on?!"

In the library, Connor's voice raised a little unconsciously. He quickly motioned for Hermione to sit down, pulled up a soundproof barrier around him, and asked in a somewhat hasty tone, "Hermione, tell me in detail."

Seeing Connor's reaction so big, Hermione couldn't help but turn a little serious. This matter is really not simple.
Hermione sat down opposite Connor, licked her lips, and said slowly: "It's like this, I remember very clearly, I got a total of thirteen old notebooks from Lihen Bookstore, and I took a rough look at them before. However, they are all very ordinary blank notebooks, I put them all in my suitcase, and the ones I have used so far are only four.”

"But when I went to check the suitcase last night, there were only twelve notebooks left in my notebook! It was still there when I checked last time, but now, I don't know when one of my notebooks was stolen. Stolen!!"

Connor frowned, stolen?How is it possible, who would have nothing to do to steal a useless old notebook?Dorm conflict?I can't justify it... there must be something wrong with that book!

Lihen Bookstore, it really is Lihen Bookstore, Connor is [-]% sure that it is Tom's diary, so when old Malfoy and old Weasley were fighting, he really took advantage of troubled waters and confused Tom's diary Go in, but he didn't choose Ginny but Hermione who bought a bunch of notebooks.

Connor recalled that when he pressed Dobby, Dobby also said that the diary was handed over to a "Mudblood". Damn, but he didn't expect that the person Malfoy chose was actually Hermione.
But why is Hermione not affected by the diary?Well, let’s ignore this issue for the time being. After all, “others” have been affected by the diary. The most important thing now is to find this broken book before Nan’s accident!
Connor's thoughts changed sharply, and he asked seriously: "Could it be your roommate who took your notebook? Have you asked them?"

Hermione nodded: "I've asked them all, but they all said no, and I didn't find anything suspicious about them."

"Where are the magic paintings? There should be magic paintings in your girls' dormitory, right? Have you asked about those magic paintings?"

"Magic paintings? There are no magic paintings in our dormitory." Hermione's face was strange: "How could you hang magic paintings in the girls' dormitory? What if uncles from some bad magic paintings came in and peeped? Only the common room There are magic paintings in the aisles, but those magic paintings can only see who has entered and left the girls' dormitory, and cannot see who has stolen my notebook."

Connor was silent. It turned out that there was no magic painting in the girls' dormitory. I didn't know about it. I was a pure and good boy (crossed out). No wonder Conan and the others were so inefficient this time. It turned out that I was still in the castle. unreachable blind spot
"Then do you have any clues now? Hermione, if nothing else happens, that notebook is very important. This is my personal request. I hope you can take this matter seriously."

Hermione nodded, "I see. In fact, I felt something was wrong when I found out that the notebook was missing last night. I checked it with tracking technology, but found nothing. I don't think low-level wizards can use magic to eliminate traces, so I suspect that senior students stole my notebook."

Connor shook his head: "It's possible, but not necessarily, I told you, that notebook may be a terrible black magic item, and it can eliminate its own traces."

"A black magic item? But I didn't think there was anything wrong with those notebooks when I checked it."

"If it's really that easy to expose, the matter will be settled." Connor put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and began to think: "Hermione, who are your roommates?"

"Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil."

"Petyr We also have a Patyr in Ravenclaw"

"They are twin sisters."

"Oh, I remember, it's them, and Lavender, I remember she belongs to Ron"

"Ron?"

"No, nothing." Connor shook his head, and continued to ponder: "One of them is from a pure-blood family, and the other is from a mixed-race family, right?"

Hermione nodded with some lack of interest: "The Patil family is a traditional wizard family, and Lavender's mother is a witch."

It sounds like the relationship between Hermione and her two roommates is not very good. However, Connor did not pursue this point, he mused: "Maybe...fu that diary may indeed affect wizards according to the concentration of blood, Patil Although he has the blood of an Indian wizard, he is considered pure-blooded, so he is likely to be manipulated by the diary."

"Manipulation!?" Hermione jumped at the table: "Are you talking about the Soul Reaper?"

In Hermione's impression, the magic that can control others is the Imperius Curse among the Three Unforgivable Curses, which is a very bad black magic. Hermione couldn't believe that she had ever carried such a terrifying thing with her.

Connor nodded solemnly: "Yes, although there is no evidence, there is a high possibility that the diary will use the Imperius Curse, and little wizards like you can easily be controlled by it, and it does not leave trace"

"It's a little troublesome now." Connor clasped his hands tightly, shaking his legs a little irritably, "By the way, Hermione, when was the last time you checked your box?"

"last Friday."

"Does that mean it was taken away on the weekend? I hope there are some clues left." Connor stood up hurriedly, waved his wand, and the magic books on the table flew back to their original places, while Connor Pulling Hermione out of the library.

"Hermione, take this, and memorize this spell by the way: Revelio [All Revealed]." Connor took out a pair of monocular glasses from his pocket and handed them to Hermione as he walked briskly.

"This is.?"

"I made a small prop by myself. You can see some traces of magic that are difficult to detect with the naked eye. You should go back to the dormitory right now, wear these glasses and recite the spell I just made to see if you can find any useful clues."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

"Here, hold me tight."

"Hey, my dormitory is upstairs. Eh? This is? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Before anyone could react, they saw Connor leaping forward and leading the two of them soaring into the sky. Hermione was so frightened that she hugged Connor's arm tightly.

By the time Hermione came back to her senses, the two had already reached the seventh floor of the castle.

"Ahem, Hermione, hurry back to the dormitory and hurry up." Seeing that Hermione was still hugging him tightly, Connor had to remind him seriously.

Hermione stared, and subconsciously wanted to slap Connor, but immediately realized that this was her president, so she could only say angrily: "President! Next time you do something like this, I'll trouble you first." Remind me!"

"I'm sorry, sorry, next time, you must hurry up and go back," Connor said perfunctorily, he has no other thoughts now, he just wants to urge Hermione to hurry up: "Why don't I go in with you."

"No need! That's the girls' dormitory!!" Hermione glared at Connor again, then turned and ran towards the Gryffindor tower, and entered the lounge after reading the password.

Connor had no choice but to pace back and forth in front of the fat lady's portrait.

"Young man, password?"

Then the Fat Lady greeted Connor.

"Eh? You can see it. Oh, I'm confused. You are a magic painting. I won't go in today. I'm waiting for someone."

The fat lady shrugged. She still had an impression of this spirited guy who used to come to Gryffindor frequently, and often opened the back door for him because he could give gifts to magic paintings.

"By the way, ma'am, have you seen any suspicious people recently?"

"Suspicious? I'm just responsible for opening the door. I'm not a detective. How do I know who's suspicious?"

"." Well, when I didn't ask, Connor pressed his eyebrows, it's better to discuss it with Conan directly, calm down, the matter hasn't developed to a serious level, I still have time.

After a while, the portrait of the fat lady was pushed away from the inside
(End of this chapter)