Connor's Hogwarts

The next evening, Connor and others ran to Hagrid's hut again.

"Hagrid! Let's come to see the Thestrals!"

"Oh, you are here, haha, come and see, this little guy is very happy to see you coming." Hagrid poked his head out of the woods nearby, smiled and waved to a few people.

Connor walked into the woods and saw the little Thestral hiding in the shadows. When the Thestral saw Connor, it came towards Connor and looked very close. Connor reached out and successfully touched it. head of.

"It looks like the kid likes you very much, Connor." Hagrid smiled.

"Maybe, but I won't be able to see it soon." In Connor's eyes, the Thestral looked even "dimmer" than last night. Seeing Hagrid's puzzled expression, Connor He explained:

"I just asked Dumbledore. He said that when the Thestral is injured, its invisible characteristics will be weakened. At this time, it may be seen by a mentally powerful wizard."

"Oh! I see! You should take note of this." Hagrid murmured.

"So, Connor, your mental power is very strong? Why can't we see it?" Fred muttered, looking a little unconvinced.

Hagrid reached out and touched the Thestral, and said to Connor: "But it doesn't matter, even if you can't see it, I think it will remember you."

"Maybe." Connor smiled. Suddenly, a sound of "Dudu!" came from Connor's arms. Connor quickly reached into his arms and took out a Facebook. The little fox on it saw Connor. Then he kept talking: "Honest Charles, please send me a message!"

Connor quickly blocked its mouth and said to several people: "Sorry, I'm going to pick up the face."

Connor walked towards Hagrid's hut with Facebook in his arms, pointing at the little fox and saying: "Mira No. 1! You can't mention the nicknames I gave others in front of others from now on! Do you remember it!?"

With tears in his eyes, the little fox made a grievance and hid in the book. Connor opened Facebook to the page of Uncle Charles, and Charles in a suit and tie appeared on the mirror.

"Connor, huh? Are you...at school?" Ciel, who was opposite, first saw the house behind Connor that looked like a savage hut, and said in surprise.

"Don't worry about this. What does Uncle Charles want from me?" Connor waved his hand and said.

"Oh, that's it. The first issue of our Lake Comics magazine will be on sale soon. The current publication date is September 21st. Do you see any problems?" Ciel directly explained the purpose of his visit.

"You can figure this out yourself. I don't understand if you ask me." Connor said with an indifferent expression: "By the way, what works will be included in the first issue?"

"This mainly includes "Pocket Monsters", "Digimon", and "The Adventures of Teemo". There are also some works submitted by less famous cartoonists."

These comics are all drawn in the form of "image settings and story outlines provided by Connor, handed over to the copywriting and editing department to write the plot, and then handed over to the artist for drawing."

Connor didn't know how well they compiled the story, but as long as the "little monsters" he drew could come into people's sight, that would be enough.

People may not remember exactly how the story was compiled, but the image of Pikachu will always be deeply rooted in people's hearts, and Connor is not worried about this.

"Yes, yes, I asked your copywriting planning and editorial department to think about the story of the Egyptian Pharaoh. How is the progress?"

"My little boss, there is so much work, we are really too busy here."

"I don't care about that. You have to come up with a story before Christmas. The Yokai Card Egypt chapter will be released around then. We are very tight on time."

".Yes, yes, I will try my best."

Hmm, Connor was in a great mood. It really felt good to leave the work to others. He felt that his decision to let Ciel go to the Muggle world to start a company was really a wise decision.

The imagination of wizards is really not as big as that of Muggles. Only people who have never been exposed to mysteries will have more fantasies about mysteries.

But...it's quite pitiful to think about the people in the editorial department. They first have to think of a wizard version of the story. After the story is adopted by Connor, Connor will throw them a bunch of new settings and ask them to think of a new one. Muggle version of the story.

Thinking about it, they must have felt very sad when the plan they worked so hard to come up with was rejected by Ciel, and then they had to tear it down and redo it.

But what does this have to do with Connor? The order was given by Ciel, wasn't it?

Connor smiled with satisfaction and said, "Uncle Charles, how's it going at the pharmaceutical factory?"

"Pharmaceutical factory? I don't know about that. Mr. Devine has already sent someone to take over my work. I think they are ready for production there." Charles answered truthfully.

"That's it, Uncle Charles. Although you don't have to control the pharmaceutical factory, you still have to take care of the money."

"I know this. I am the major shareholder of both companies. You don't need to worry about this." Charles shrugged, looking a bit like a big boss.

"Well, well, now that the comics are ready to be released, the production of animations must also be put on the agenda. Increase efforts and investment. Don't care too much about profits. Promotion is the first priority." Connor warned.

"I understand." Charles' mood was a little complicated. It was rare to see such a company that only wanted fame and not profit.

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. Say hello to Aunt Elena and Blanche for me." Connor smiled, waved his hand, and closed Facebook.

"Connor, who is the honest man?" Suddenly, Fred's voice came from the window. Connor looked up and saw four heads neatly pressed against the window.

"It's my second uncle, Blanche's father. They just returned to China during the summer vacation and have never been to the cabin in the woods. You haven't seen him yet." Connor replied nonchalantly.

"Oh, why do you call him Honest? Is he honest?" George asked curiously.

"." You still can't get around this joke, right? Connor reluctantly changed the subject: "Where's Hagrid? Don't you want to watch Thestrals anymore?"

"We can't see anything, what's there to see?" Li said.

"You can see the footprints it made." Connor opened the door and walked out, just as Hagrid also came back from the woods.

"Connor, the wound on the little Yeqi's wing will be completely healed in about two weeks, so you don't have to worry." Hagrid said with a smile.

"By the way, Hagrid, you know our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right? He's a priest, and he's going to teach us healing magic this week. By then we'll learn how to treat the Thestrals to make them recover faster. Yes." Roger said.

"Priest!? This is not possible!" Hagrid said loudly. Seeing several people looking at him curiously, Hagrid explained: "The healing magic will only deepen its injuries, especially the healing magic of the church. The pair of Thestrals It's fatal, otherwise I wouldn't use herbs to save it."

"Eh? Why?" Several people asked in surprise.

Hagrid shook his head and said: "Well... I actually don't know much about it. I only know that the church's healing magic is different from ordinary healing magic. Their healing magic has been modified and is very unfriendly to wizards."

Several people looked at each other with confusion, but they were even more curious about the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.