Connor's Hogwarts

In the demonized version of the Citroën, there are already eight people sitting in the back seat of the car. This car is already seriously overloaded in the Muggle sense, but because it is a demonized version of the car, it is estimated that another eighteen people can fit in it. .

I just don’t know if this car only burns gasoline, so it might not be able to pull...

Considering that it might be their in-laws, or maybe they were just watching the excitement (x), after discussion, the Delacour family all set off together to look for Ciel.

Now in the spacious interior of the car, eight people were divided into two piles, three men and a woman on one side, and three girls and a boy on the other side.

Connor, trapped.

"Are you the Connor who invented the Monster Card?" Fleur Delacour pointed at Connor in a arrogant and curious tone and asked.

Connor looked with interest at the proud little girl with one quarter of the enchantress blood in front of him who looked very uneducated (crossed out).

In fact, Furong doesn't have the legendary charm of Mei Wa, she is just a good-looking little girl. Maybe it's because she is still young?

But Connor didn't feel anything when he saw the beautiful woman with half the blood of a enchantress. Maybe it was because he was still young?

... Connor shook his head, nodded to Fleur, and said:

"That's right, do you want to sign? Where do you want to sign? On the skirt?" Connor said as he took out the brush from his pocket, with an expression like "I'm going to sign now."

"Huh?" Fleur showed a puzzled expression, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't need any signature!"

"Then you want my limited edition monster card? Sorry, you can only draw this by yourself, and I can't give you the painting card directly."

"I don't want that monster card of yours! I've never played with it!" Fleur frowned and shouted.

Connor tilted his head: "Then you want to ask me for a painting? That's not possible. I have to paint for Emily recently and I don't have time to paint for you."

"What?! I don't want your painting!" Furong denied three times.

Connor frowned: "You don't want my signature, and you don't want me to draw for you? Then what do you want me to do?"

"I" Fu Rong was stunned. By the way, what did I ask him to do? I'm like...just wanted to say hello?

Little Fleur was confused by Connor. She had never encountered such a situation before.

She used to talk to male classmates in school. No matter whether they were older or younger, they always looked stupid in front of her and spoke in a trembling manner.

She had never met a boy like Connor who immediately asked her if she wanted an autograph and looked disgusted with her.

Furong was stunned for a moment and asked blankly: "Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fleur regretted it. How could she ask such a stupid question? Has her brain been eaten by slugs? She was about to change the topic, but she saw Connor looking at her very seriously. She was proud again. He puffed up his small chest.

Connor looked at Fleur's face carefully, with her azure eyes, delicate facial features, and long silver shawl hair. She was indeed a beauty. Then Connor said:

"Sorry, with all due respect, although you are good-looking, I still think you are a little bit worse than Emily."

It's far worse than me.

Connor made a little gesture, and Emily next to him blushed.

At this time, Furong's domineering posture had completely disappeared, replaced by a face with wide eyes and a cannibalistic look.

Sure enough, the most effective way to irritate a woman is to compare her appearance with that of another woman and then belittle her.

"You! Humph!" Fleur was so angry that she couldn't speak, and pulled Gabrielle to the side.

Connor smiled and waved to Gabri, who was being pulled away by Fleur, and Gabri made a face in return.

"Kang Connor, why do you say that about Miss Fleur? Don't you like her?" Emily hesitated after cooling down, then tugged on Connor's sleeve and asked.

Connor said nonsense: "That's not true. It's just that when you look at her aggressive tone, you can tell she has the character of a spoiled princess. I'm just helping her change her bad habits."

"And she has never even played my monster card, so I know she doesn't even have a friend to play with. If she doesn't change this attitude towards others, she will suffer a lot in the future when she goes out into society."

"So that's it. Connor, you are such a good person." Emily nodded blankly and said.

On the other side, seeing Fleur pulling Gabrielle aside, Mr. Delacour quietly said to Apolline: "What should I do? It seems Fleur has failed to make new friends."

"Eh~ That child is too stubborn, and I don't have any good solutions." Apollin said distressedly, "But... that child makes me feel a little strange."

"Which one? That Connor?"

"Yes, that kid gave me one. It feels inexplicably familiar."

"?Why do you feel like this?"

"I don't know, it's like seeing another mixed-race enchantress."

"Well, that kid does look pretty."

The car drove into downtown Paris, finally stopped at a very deserted street, and reached its destination.

Connor and his group walked out of the back door one after another, frightening the young men passing by.

"That's it?" Grandfather pointed at the dilapidated-looking building in front of him and said.

"It should be around here. Hmm." Mr. Delacour said in an uncertain tone.

"Your family used to run a hotel!?" Grandfather's voice was full of surprise, as if he had seen mosquitoes in a snowy winter.

"Of course this didn't happen before. It was just an ordinary house. It didn't exist before I left. I haven't been back here for more than ten years." Mr. Delacour said honestly, waving his hands.

That's right, what appeared in front of Connor and his party was a small hotel that looked very shabby.

Old Devin's eyes were a little dark. It wasn't like this before, which means it was all done by that Ciel! ? Could it be that his daughter is marrying a second-generation ancestor who has to make a living by opening a hotel on such a deserted street? ! ? Still a squib! ! !

Connor seemed to feel the murderous aura faintly overflowing from his grandfather.

Mr. Delacour didn't dare to say anything. He walked at the front and opened the door of the dilapidated hotel.

"Welcome light - ah!! Dad. Dad!?"

Connor poked his head out from behind the door and saw a beautiful woman in her thirties sitting behind the front desk of the hotel. Her face, which was somewhat familiar to Flora, was filled with incredible surprise. It seemed that Is this...looking for the right person?

Connor's second aunt first screamed, then subconsciously shrank behind the stage, and finally took out the wand from behind, looking as if she was so panicked that she wanted to disapparate and run away.

"Elena——!!" Grandpa yelled, and then the second aunt was so frightened that she dropped her wand to the ground.

Cracking, at this time, the sound of hitting the chair upstairs, 噔噔 咚, this is the sound of quickly going down the stairs:

"Elena! Elena! Are you okay - ah? Clement? Why are you here? Elena! Well, sister-in-law, what happened?"

Walking down the stairs was an old man with messy brown hair, stubble on his face, and bloodshot eyes, but he still looked handsome.

He stared blankly at Elena, who was huddled under the front desk of the hotel, looking like she was holding her head to prevent herself from squatting, and a large group of men, women, and children who came in at the door, with question marks on their faces.

It seems that this is the second uncle? He looks really poor.

Connor hid aside and silently ate melons, um, English melons. Connor put a lot of them in his pocket. He took out one and handed it to Emily. The child took it obediently, and then stared blankly. Connor's eyes read "Why are you handing me a melon?"

Seeing that his grandfather was about to start a rant, Connor quickly took out a few more melons from his pocket.

At this time, a voice came from the stairs, preventing a human tragedy from happening.

"Mom, Dad, what happened?"

A little girl about ten years old carefully poked her head out from the stairs and said in a voice as clear as a wind chime.

Why did she say it was like wind chimes? Because she was speaking French, and Connor seemed to be listening to wind chimes, and he couldn't understand it either.

But Connor knew that his grandfather probably couldn't curse him this time, because when Connor saw his grandfather, he seemed to have held back all his words - his old face turned red and purple from holding back, and he looked very scary.

For a moment, no one dared to speak, and the scene was quiet.

Only the sound of Connor chewing melon is left.

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