Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 436 Harry's Big Crisis?

On the top of the Ravenclaw Tower, Connor stood facing the setting sun, with his hands behind his back, and the evening wind was blowing his robe. From a distance, he looked like the invincible grandmaster in the book—if you ignore the one sitting words of little girl blowing bubbles on his shoulder
"This is wrong, this is very wrong."

Connor, who was in deep thought, didn't even notice that there were two white and tender feet dangling in his field of vision. He just watched the slowly setting sun, immersed in his own thoughts.

It has been a whole week since Hermione's diary was "stolen". Online", the chamber of secrets has been opened now.

Although Ginny in the original world line got the notebook a month before the start of school, Connor felt that since Voldemort's diary has controlled who stole "self", it must also control who activated its "" plan".
As for the "plan" of Voldemort's diary. Connor, who has a lot of information, can easily figure out that the diary and Voldemort himself actually belong to different "individuals". From the perspective of people, thinking about what he wants to achieve, the answer is obvious-it wants to regain its body and strength.

And in Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's eyes, if the diary wants to regain its body without being noticed, then he will take the life of others without anyone noticing, then he will definitely choose to open it. Chamber of Secrets.

Perhaps Malfoy threw away the diary just to get rid of a trouble, but after the diary returned to Hogwarts, it acted entirely with its own consciousness. For the diary that only sealed the memory of Voldemort's boyhood, opening the secret room would be his inevitable choice
But why hasn't it acted yet?Connor was puzzled by this.

"Father, frowning often will make you grow old easily~" Angel's small head entered Connor's eyes from top to bottom, and she pressed Connor's eyebrows and said in a humming tone.

It was only then that Connor realized that Angel was sticking to him like an octopus, and he couldn't help showing a "loving" smile on his face: "Who did you hear this nonsense from? How can there be people in this world who don't frown?" What about people?"

"Hmph, Angel doesn't frown, so Angel will never grow old~" Angel patted Connor's head, circling her small hands in a circle and blowing bubbles with magic power, and she didn't know who she learned from.
"Yes yes yes" Connor responded dotingly. For Angel, Connor really raised her as a daughter. After all, he was called "Daddy" too much, and Connor himself was used to it.

Apart from asking Angel not to show her appearance in front of outsiders, Connor usually does not restrict her actions, but Angel still likes to stay by Connor's side, and occasionally pops up in the fraternity activity room and doesn't like to talk to others, but Angel is He often plays Facebook water groups, no matter from which point of view, Angel is a well-behaved child.

Connor knew that she had been observing and learning all the time, and she was becoming more and more like a real "individual"-through cognition of the world, emotions were generated, and her own personality was formed.

On the outside, it is an innocent child’s character. Regarding this, Connor expressed both comfort and helplessness. Maybe when he painted Angel at the beginning, he painted her as a big sister, but now she may be his right-hand man. After all, Angel It has knowledge that ordinary people can't finish learning in a lifetime.

But now, except when he would think of consulting Angel when doing experiments, in other cases, even if Connor had any troublesome things, he instinctively didn't want Angel to help, and simply raised her as a daughter.

For example, now, Connor doesn't want to share the troubles in the diary with Angel, even though Angel is with Connor every day and basically knows everything
"Father, there's someone running over there." Angel suddenly pointed in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Connor looked in the direction of Angel's fingertips, and sure enough, he saw a man in school robes stumbling towards the castle: "Oh, that seems to be Neville, right? I heard that he and Harry have often Training in the Forbidden Forest, it’s probably a running competition.”

After Connor said something, he planned to ignore this trivial matter, but when he was about to turn his head away, he found that Neville stretched out his wand and shot a bright red light bullet, but the wand was not raised upright, and the light bullet tilted It was fired, only drawing a flat parabola, but Neville, who was running, didn't care at all. He raised his wand and fired the next light bullet towards the sky.

At this time, Connor also realized that something was wrong. Sending out magic flares usually meant calling for help. It seemed that Neville had encountered some trouble.

"Come on, Angel, let's go take a look." Connor straightened his face, and an apparition appeared directly above Neville. It's just that under normal circumstances he would not reveal his ability, but now is obviously not the time to care about it.

"What happened, Neville?"

Neville, who was still running hard, suddenly felt that he was being pulled, and he realized that a senior senior had appeared beside him at some point, and before he had time to tell who it was, he said out of breath : "Help, help! Help Harry! Harry was...taken away in the Forbidden Forest!"

Connor's pupils shrank suddenly, before he could ask any more questions, a broomstick appeared in his hand, and Connor flew quickly in the direction Neville came from.

"The snake is so big that it swept Harry away. Help, help? Where is the person?" Neville hadn't finished speaking, and when he raised his head again, there was no one in front of him. He was stunned, Then continue running towards the castle while firing flares trying to get attention
On the other side, Connor was urging his broom to fly into the Forbidden Forest at full speed. Of course, the broom is more useful than Apparation in this situation where there is no clear target. Connor found a lot of people fighting at the junction of the Forbidden Forest. traces, but he did not stop to check, and continued to fly towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

At the same time, Connor tapped the "belly" with his wand, and a roll of parchment suddenly flew out of the school robe, and was grabbed by the angel lying on Connor's back.

"Angel, see if Harry's name is on the map."

Connor's reaction ability is extremely fast. Realizing that Harry has been arrested into the Forbidden Forest, the "Marauder's Map of the Forbidden Forest" that has not been used for a long time will naturally come into play. It is Connor's last school year. The map made by arithmetic divination can show the names and locations of people who have stepped within the forbidden forest.

Angel quickly responded: "Yes, his name is moving in that direction!"

Connor turned decisively in the direction pointed by Angel, and Connor believed that he would soon catch up with the target.

"Hmm. He stopped moving suddenly, Dad, he stopped not far ahead."

"Okay!" Connor held the broom handle in one hand and his wand in the other, ready to fight at any time.

"Stop it! Obediently put your hands together—!???"

Connor grasped his wand tightly and charged into the scene, but what caught his eyes was not the scene of Harry being held hostage by some mysterious person, but wearing tattered school robes, standing tall, with one hand tightly locked on the neck of a giant python, and the other Shaking back and clenching his fists as if about to hit, the ferocious and imposing Harry.

At this time, Harry was attracted by Connor's cry, and turned his head to look over, so the imposing two men stared at each other in the air, and were speechless for a moment.

"." Connor slowly landed beside Harry, looked at Harry, and then at the giant python that seemed to have been hammered to the point of losing consciousness and dying, opened his mouth, and said in a dry voice, "It seems that there is no need My help?"

"No, I seem to be poisoned." Harry said, pushing his glasses.

(End of this chapter)