Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 93 The Dragon King's Work

England has a unique "letter culture". Communication through letters has formed an alternative tradition in this land. Even in the era of information explosion 30 or 1990 years later, the British are still keen to write letters, not to mention It's only now in [-].

Letters are an indispensable and important tool in the lives of British people.

But for Connor born in 30 who came from a flower planter 00 years later, writing letters is really tedious and painful.

He is obviously a mage, and communication still depends on writing letters. Connor said that he couldn't understand, so why don't you just pass the Floo powder over and say it face to face?
Connor was complaining while writing furiously
"Dear Alice,
Nice to hear from you, and thank you for inviting me to your beach house party, I'm sure it will be a lively one.

If there is no accident, I am also happy to go and spend a wonderful holiday with you.

But, sorry, I may not be able to attend this time.

Because I am on my way to Egypt now, my grandfather is going to Africa to discuss business, and I have to accompany him to study. Due to the conflict of time, I may miss your party this time.

Although I can't be there in person, I have prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will like it.

Here's wishing you a great time at the party.

you are sincere
Connor Lake"

After writing a letter, Connor recruited an owl to tie the letter to its little claw, let it fly, and...

Pulled out another piece of paper...

"Dear Emily,
I am very glad to receive your letter, and thank you for your recognition of my painting skills.

You said that you wanted to visit my house, which I would certainly welcome. I often mention my classmates to my younger brother, and I believe your presence will make him very happy.

But this time I was not favored by Lady Luck, as I am now on my way to Egypt.

My maternal grandfather organized a family tour during this holiday, and my family and I will spend the rest of the holiday in Egypt, so I regret not being able to show you my family's hut in the woods this time.

Hope you will accept my invitation next time.

Wish you a wonderful holiday.

you are sincere
Connor Lake"

After writing, write a letter, fly eagle, draw paper, write...

"Dear Penello. Hahaha, I can't read anymore. Connor, you are too bad. Hahahaha, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Connor sighed helplessly, put down the pen in his hand, turned around and said, "Senior Tonks, it's very impolite to disturb others' writing."

"Hahahaha, Connor, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, is this how you deceive your little girlfriends? If they know that you deceive them so 'sincerely', they will definitely cry, they will definitely, hahahaha .”

In Connor's room, Miss Nivadora Tonks was laughing uncontrollably, without any regard for Connor's feelings.

"Senior Tonks, I have to correct you. First, they are just my friends, not girlfriends, let alone girlfriends. Second, I am indeed writing sincerely. Sincerity is one of the few things I do not know. There are many advantages. Thirdly, I didn't mean to deceive them, it was just a white lie, and I lied just to prevent them from being sad, so I just changed a saying to decline them."

Connor said calmly while continuing to write: "I don't know why they sent invitations to me at the same time and set the time on the same day. I have no choice but to refuse them all."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Connor, is it really okay for you to deceive girls' feelings like this?" Miss Tonks, who knew a certain truth but didn't tell the truth, had a funny expression on her face at this moment.

"Don't make people innocent out of thin air, we are just pure classmates." Connor replied without raising his head.

"But as far as I know, those girls all like you." Tonks put his hands on Connor's shoulders, and said in a childish voice next to Connor's ear with his head over Connor's right shoulder: "Connor Your Highness?"

Connor suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, moved five coordinate units horizontally, and complained loudly:
"God, Tonks, please spare me. It's disgusting. To be honest, I don't have any interest in those eleven or twelve-year-old girls."

"Oh? Eleven or twelve-year-olds are not interested, what about seventeen or eighteen-year-olds?" Connor turned his head to look, but saw that Tonks's face had changed into Penello's, and it really looked like a grown-up version. Penello, she also gave Connor a wink.

Connor rolled his eyes and said, "Stop it, Tonks, I'm not interested in older aunts either, and Penelope has blond hair, not purple."

"Whose aunt are you talking about! Little brat!" Tonks was furious, and ran up and grabbed Connor's ear.

"Pain, pain, let go, let me go, I was wrong, I was wrong! You are a beautiful girl! You are a beautiful girl!"

"Hmph!" Tonks sat down on Connor's bed very rudely, took out a lollipop from his pocket and ate it, and she said, "You don't like the small ones, and you don't like the big ones, don't you like them?" Is it old?"

"Tonks, why do you come here to care about my mate selection? I'm only 12 years old! Please let me go." Connor collapsed on the chair in despair.

"We are friends. As your good friend, let me care about your love life? And you don't look like 12 years old, right? Who would have so many girlfriends at 12 years old?"

"." Connor didn't say a word, but buried himself in the letter.He really has nothing to do with this fearless flat-headed brother. The seniors of the college, Connor even regrets getting acquainted with this person, but it is indeed difficult for Connor to refuse the enthusiasm of his acquaintance. Friends are all familiar personalities, such as those from Gryffindor.

In fact, Connor is that kind. When he is not familiar with him, he feels very cold, but after getting to know him well, he turns out to be a funny type. Of course, Connor is not funny, he is just coquettish.

The familiar Tonks, after asking Connor to draw a few times, found that this elementary school boy was very easy to get along with and easy to bully. The most interesting thing is that this kid actually has a fan support group. Over time, molesting Connor became one of Tonks' favorite pastimes.

Connor was also very desperate. He met such a Gryffindor spy in Hufflepuff who was not too serious about watching the excitement. However, this spy, bah, it was this senior, and it was really easy to use.

Transfiguration Magus, this kind of innate magical magic was born for being a model. Tonks is indeed Connor's favorite model. Connor invited her here today to let her be a model. Model's.

After Connor finished writing the last letter, he clapped his hands and stood up and said, "There are too many people who like me, after all, I am so handsome and excellent...and excellent."

"Tsk, smelly shameless." Tonks made a face at Connor.

"But they like me, what does it have to do with whether I like them or not? It's just the blind worship of a group of ignorant little girls. After a few years, when new little fresh meat appears, they will empathize with others."

"Little Fresh Meat? What Little Fresh Meat?"

Connor shrugged and did not answer. He summoned an owl and handed over the letter. The owl obediently bit it and flew away. Connor looked at the owl going away and asked Tonks: "Senior Tonks, if Will you still choose to write letters if there are more convenient ways of communication in the future?"

"Of course, why not? Writing letters is a tradition." Tonks replied without thinking, licking the lollipop.

"." Connor felt that at certain times, the British would appear stubborn, old-fashioned, conservative and unwilling to change, and this was even more evident in wizards.

But Connor wanted them to change, and he would definitely change the magic world.

"Come on, Tonks, we are about to start, you go outside and wait for me first."

"Ah, are you going to be outdoors again this time?"

"Of course, it's easier to enter the state this way."

"Then who am I going to be this time?"

"Alice, change into Alice first this time, eh~ why can't you change your body shape, you are too big."

"Excuse me! You still say you don't like little girls?!"

"I don't! It's just drawing! Drawing! It's work!"

"Shameless lecherous and perverted brat!"

"!!!?you!???"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Change your posture, lie down a little, and don't talk."

"..."

(End of this chapter)