Connor's Hogwarts

From London to Paris, it takes just over two hours by train.

But it is now 1990, and Eurostar has not yet been built. Ordinary people who want to go from London to Paris can only take a plane or a ship, because from England to France, you need to cross the English Channel.

And we know that the narrowest part of the English Channel is only 34 kilometers, which for wizards is just a matter of apparation.

Magic brings us closer.

But the law prevents us from getting closer.

Wizards cannot directly apparate to France. Wizards need a "visa" to enter and exit other countries, otherwise they will be treated as a dark wizard.

Connor wants to go to France with his grandfather. This is a simple matter. This is a legal visit. As long as he registers with the Ministry of Magic, he can go directly to Paris with a portkey.

In fact, Connor didn't want to use a portkey if possible. He would rather take a boat there than experience the pleasure of using a portkey.

But Connor's grandfather is a little worried...

"Can you hurry up, miss? We are in a hurry." British Ministry of Magic, fifth basement floor, Department of International Magical Cooperation, where grandfather Devin is taking Connor to apply for a "visa".

"Okay, okay, Mr. Lake, please wait a moment, our relevant staff are already helping you handle it at full speed." The lady at the front desk nodded and bowed, looking even more anxious than my grandfather.

Connor knew this older girl. He had met her when he was a child. She was Flora's colleague at the time. Unexpectedly, several years later, she was still working at the front desk.

"Okay, Mr. Devon Lake and Mr. Connor Lake's certification documents..." A young man who looked like he had just graduated hurriedly ran over with two pieces of paper.

In fact, Connor has never understood why many wizards subconsciously choose to use their own bodies directly when things can be done with magic.

Why do you have to run away by yourself when you can make those two pieces of paper fly over with a wave of the magic wand? Although Connor wanted to ask this question, it seemed very impolite. Connor was a tutored child, so he chose to quietly be a handsome man.

"Also... Mr. Connor... is not yet an adult, so he needs to record his traces..."

"Hey! It's no trouble, yes! Just give me the certificate. We're leaving. If you have any questions, just call me Devon Lake!" Grandfather interrupted the other party rudely, and then She grabbed the two pieces of paper from his hand, turned around, took Connor and left.

"..." Maybe this is the true aristocratic style?

"Mr. Le...Lake! I will also take you downstairs to make door keys!" the lady at the front desk shouted hurriedly, trying to come out from behind the stage.

"I know where it is, so I don't need to bother you." Grandfather pulled Connor into an electric...I don't know if it was an electric elevator, and closed the door directly before the young lady ran in.

"These people in the Ministry of Magic are troublesome. There weren't so many cumbersome procedures a few decades ago... That little girl will definitely ask us to sign a bunch of guarantees when she comes in. By the time she's done, it'll be dark... It's all Robert's damn fault. , How dare you let me go." Grandfather muttered to himself.

Connor wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head. Robert was his grandfather's old friend and business partner. He usually helped his grandfather with business matters.

Connor had the impression that his grandfather had always used his good friend as his life secretary. However, today Mr. Robert Sr.'s daughter gave birth to a child, and he heard from Sr. Devin that it was such a trivial matter as going abroad, so he ignored his grandfather.

So grandpa's mood didn't look very good.

The two took the elevator to the sixth underground floor, the Department of Magical Transportation and the Portkey Office.

"Hey, Mr. Devine, we meet again. Are you going abroad again?" As soon as they entered the door, a middle-aged fat and greasy man stopped the two of them.

"Hi, Fit, are you on duty today? What a coincidence." Grandfather took care of the uncle, then pulled Connor over and introduced: "Connor, this is Mr. Fit Winter. He is a magician. Minister of the Department of Transportation. Fit, this is my grandson Connor."

"Oh, of course I know Mr. Connor. This is our talented little wizard, the great treasure of our British magic world. Nice to meet you, Connor. I like your monster cards very much."

"Ah, nice to meet you, Mr. Winter."

What kind of nonsense title? Connor endured the discomfort and stiffly shook hands with the greasy uncle. Then he hid behind his grandfather with a polite smile and wiped the sweat from his hand onto his grandfather's trouser leg.

It turns out that there are also fat people among wizards.

Grandfather's face froze, and he continued to chat with Mr. Fitt pretending not to care.

"Fit, Connor and I are going to France. This is the certificate for the two of us." After the greetings, my grandfather smiled and handed the two pieces of paper to Mr. Winter.

Mr. Winter took it, glanced at it casually, and returned it to his grandfather. He said with a smile: "I happen to be free. Let me take you to get a door key."

"That couldn't be better..."

Then the three of them walked into the office chatting and laughing, while Connor was looking around, watching these civil servants fishing in various ways...

"Let me look for it. Those who arrived in Paris... have this..." Winter took out a pocket watch from a cabinet full of messy things, handed it to Old Devine, and said:

"This is a standard one-way door key. It can be activated by adjusting the hour, minute and second hands to twelve o'clock. The destination is the Ministry of Magic in France. When you get there, please return this door key to the staff there. This is still available. It can be recycled and recharged for repeated use.”

Generally speaking, if you want to use a door key, you need to report it to the Ministry of Magic and then have it made by the wizard. However, except for some powerful wizards, making a door key is actually a very time-consuming job.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic will also produce some portkeys for emergency use. Although Connor feels that their matter is not urgent...but...who makes us...rich and powerful...

"Okay, thanks, Fit." Grandfather took the pocket watch and began to adjust the needle.

"This time things are a bit urgent. Let me report to the Ministry of Magic when I come back... Connor, catch me..."

"It doesn't matter, I happen to be free, so I can help you with such a small matter." Mr. Fitt smiled more like Maitreya Buddha.

"Oh, that's really troubling you, Feit, thank you very much."

“It takes a little effort, it takes a little effort.”

Connor quickly grabbed his grandfather's arm, and his grandfather raised his head and waved to Mr. Winter, smiling: "Then, see you later, Fit."

Then Connor felt dizzy. He only saw Fite's fat face spinning into a ridiculous shape. The next second, Connor suddenly bent over and retched.

"Connor, just get used to this, and you will use the portkey often in the future." Grandfather was standing aside, looking calm and relaxed.

"I don't want to use this kind of thing often. If grandpa doesn't have time, let's take a boat back..."

There was suspicious liquid remaining at the corner of Connor's mouth, and he looked like he had been played so badly that he was hopeless...

You can never imagine what a terrifying experience it would be to have a hook hooked in your belly button and pull you flying.

"Hello, gentlemen, and welcome to the French Ministry of Magic." A jabbering voice that Connor couldn't understand sounded in his ears.

"Hello, we are wizards from London, visiting relatives and friends in France." Then my grandfather also replied in a chirpy voice.

Then the two started chatting.

Connor was stunned, this is...French?

The sudden sadness was like waves at low tide, hitting Connor's face one after another, continuously...

It is foreseeable that after Connor had no choice but to learn English, he would have no choice but to learn French.

Connor said with mixed emotions... Labor and management hate learning foreign languages...