Connor's Hogwarts

"Spider silk. Giant dragon egg. Tree spirit wood heart"

"Continue to input magic power to brew."

"The big bones are boiled into dry matter"

"Quickly condenses."

"Done!"

"Perfect!"

"First time success! Well done!"

"." In the small room created by the Room of Requirement, Connor and the twins were doing something hot together.

"I said, is this considered a success?"

Connor pointed at the "finished product" in the pot, which was only the size of a bullet wrapped in magic power. His expression was wrinkled with his left ear as the center.

"Of course, according to the guidelines you gave us, this is the finished product. By the way, just a reminder, it will have a few minutes to set its shape."

"Yes, this is the blending effect of the keel. It will stay the same from now on. Connor, why don't you quickly turn it into the shape you want?"

Connor was stunned, and quickly used magic power to lift out the liquid "projectile", spread it out on the board, flattened it, and tried to spread the projectile as wide as possible.

A few minutes later, Connor looked at the final product, which was half the size of the monster card, and fell silent.

He looked for connections everywhere, and after preparing for so long, he finally gathered the materials. After some refining, the ancestral "magic drawing paper" was finally produced.

Although, this drawing paper is only about 3cmx4cm in size.

"Are you kidding me? Such a small drawing paper? What the hell am I going to draw?" Connor pinched the small piece of magic paper in his hand, his expression wrinkled up with his nose as the center, and he was trembling with anger.

"There is nothing we can do about this."

"Even if we hadn't used all the materials due to the previous pricing mistakes, the paper we would have produced would only be about the size of a palm."

"That's right, your magic paper consumes too much material. It's all your fault, Connor, for your lack of preparation. You can't blame us."

"That's right, it's definitely not the reason why we wasted a few materials in the end!"

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Connor looked at the thin, small magic paper in his hand and had nothing to say. Indeed, not counting the six materials wasted by the twins, the refined magic paper would probably be about the size of a stamp from the size of a monster card. , the difference is not big.

Connor really couldn't believe that this ancestral secret recipe was so stupid. A bunch of rare and expensive materials were turned into paper, and the conversion efficiency was so low. No wonder the ancestors in the family who used this paper as portraits had photo frames as big as A4 paper.

It turns out that they are not poor, they have tried their best

Connor touched the stamp-sized magic paper in his hand. It felt like skin. This kind of paper can be invulnerable to water and fire for thousands of years. It is not easy to make it.

Connor estimated that a paper the size of a stamp would use up several hundred gold galleons. If you wanted a piece of paper the size of a normal oil painting.

Connor shook violently and gave up the idea of ​​mass-producing magic paper. He put away the small stamps and sighed: "Forget it, forget it, you have indeed tried your best. This time, just treat it as practice and accumulation." Let’s learn from experience. Next time I gather enough materials, I’ll let you practice it again. Next time I’ll ask for normal drawing paper.”

This stamp is probably of no use. With such a small paper, you can only draw two or three strokes. It is impossible to use this to draw. It seems that Connor's "paper man wife production plan" will be postponed again.

"No problem. George and I need to refresh our knowledge on alchemy. Your paper making is closer to alchemy than refining potions."

"Well, we need to communicate with Jacob, and we should be able to improve the conversion ratio or something."

The three of them walked out of the room while discussing. They happened to see Jacob playing cards with Cedric, and several people went over to watch.

"Jacob, please teach us alchemy sometime." Fred called.

"Okay." Jacob replied.

The discussion is over.

"You still want to learn alchemy?" Cedric said with a raised eyebrow.

"What? Do you want to learn too?" George also raised his eyebrows.

"No, I'm not interested in alchemy." Cedric shook his head: "Can't potions class satisfy you anymore? You actually want to learn alchemy."

"That's right, we are Gryffindors who were overrated by Snape."

"The Potions class in the lower grades is too easy. Fred and I are already planning to take on the challenge of refining Living Hell Potion (a powerful sleeping potion)."

"Haha, I hope you won't send the prepared soup to our Hufflepuff table."

Because there will be a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff in a few days, the twins have been talking to Cedric in a strange way recently. Both teams have lost a few games and now want to beat each other down.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was a member of a fraternity, Connor believed that the twins would really do something like force Cedric to drink the Living Hell Potion before the game.

"By the way, Jacob, I still need a lot of materials, the ones I asked you for before. You still have some in stock at home, right?"

"Ah, of course, my family is in this business. I just secretly gave you a piece of tree spirit wood heart before. Why, it's not enough? How much more do you want?"

"Emmmm, it's a lot. The more, the better."

"Then you have to discuss it with my old man. This is a big deal, and I can't steal too much."

"Of course, I'm just asking if the goods are available. Money is not an issue."

"." Everyone rolled their eyes at Connor.

"It's so early to have a holiday this year. I'll have a holiday after the Quidditch match. Have fun~" The three of them sat on the sofa nearby, and Fred stretched out and said.

"Indeed, but returning to school early during the holidays is not much different." Connor knocked on the table and called the elf for tea delivery service.

George suddenly looked around and made sure that someone was not in the room, then he said furtively: "By the way, Connor, what will Alice do when she's on vacation? Isn't she still pregnant with the child?"

"." What did this person say... Connor rolled his eyes: "You don't have to worry about this. Professor Dumbledore has already made arrangements. In order to ensure that Alice does not leave his sight, Alice will not leave the school during the holidays. , and it is estimated that Alice will be back to normal by the time we come back from vacation."

"Hey~ the elf in the monster card, I really want to see what it looks like. Isn't it exactly the same as [Alice] in the card?"

"I'm also curious... By the way! Won't Roger also have to stay in school during this holiday? It would be great if we let him live broadcast for us!"

"Yes, yes, Roger won't be home for the holidays, haha, that's it, make arrangements for him! Now we can also see the new elf for the first time!"

"." Poor Roger, abandoned by his parents, is now being used as a tool. It's really miserable.

Connor nodded: "This is a good idea, and I agree with it."

"Haha, perfect!"

——

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

There are no little wizards seeking psychological counseling in the office today, only Professor Sablay stays here alone.

Professor Sablay was standing under a cross tied to a naked man with his eyes closed. He held a book in his right hand and covered his chest, as if he was praying devoutly.

He was talking to himself:

"..."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't find any trace."

"But I can feel Him, He's here, as if He's right in front of my eyes."

"He is coming, sooner or later, but not within half a month."

"Dumbledore has noticed and he has taken action."

"No, no, I'll take care of it."

"."

"Yes, I have arranged it."

"."

"Of course, everything will be fine."

"."

“To my Lord be all glory, as it was in the beginning, so it is today, and forever.”

Professor Sablay opened his eyes, and the book in his hand suddenly turned into a light spot and disappeared, floating toward the window. Professor Sablay followed the light spot to the window and watched the light spot slowly float away and disappear.

He sighed softly:

"Amen."

——

Late night, dark forest, centaurs tribe.

"Which horse is this?"

"The twelfth horse."

"."

"...it's all worth it."

Two strong horsemen were talking in a low voice. Although there were only two horsemen walking around, the sound of three horses' hooves could be heard.

Because behind the centaur was an invisible horse—it was a thestral.

The centaur walked to a deep pit and stood there. A faint smell of blood surged up from the pit. The pit was pitch black and had a strange attraction. People couldn't help but look into it. ...like the mouth of an abyss that leads people to fall.

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After a moment of silence, a centaur suddenly pulled out an arrow from his quiver. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly clenched the arrow in his hand and stabbed it hard behind him!

"Crow--!" Yeqi's mournful cry suddenly sounded, and the arrow directly penetrated Yeqi's neck!

After a few breaths, the cry suddenly stopped, because the Thestral had been pushed into the deep pit by another centaur.

The moment the Thestral fell into the pit, the originally dark pit lit up with a faint blue light, and then the surrounding area became dark again. This pit seemed to attract all the light into it, and the pit was invisible. , the darkness became deeper and deeper.

"The ceremony will be completed"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity"

"The stars point us in the right direction."

"Everything will go well."

The centaurs gradually moved away, and the altar-like pit fell into silence again. Occasionally, there were whimpering sounds, like the murmur of the abyss.