Connor's Hogwarts

"Why is this card broken?"

Connor looked at the card in his hand in surprise. There were cracks on the surface of the paper card, like broken glass.

Dumbledore frowned. He took the card back, looked at it carefully, and explained: "Most of the dark energy was dissipated. This card was not enough to carry the soul, so it was broken."

"What's the meaning?"

"Originally, this card should be able to save the incomplete soul and form something like a [Horcrux], but the dark energy just saved in the card suddenly rushed out of the card and entered your body. This card The cards were shattered into pieces."

Dumbledore turned to look at Connor, then held his shoulders:

"Connor, do you feel anything unusual? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"No." Connor groped up and down his body, but didn't feel anything was wrong. Instead, he felt that his magic power had increased a little.

The energy just now seemed to be unconscious, and it merged into my body naturally, as if it had no ill intentions toward me?

After Dumbledore confirmed again and again, he let Connor go and said, "It seems that you got a lot of benefits from this trip. Did you make friends with that angel?"

"Ah? No...is there?" Connor tried to remember, but still couldn't remember. He shook his head and said a little frustrated: "I can't remember."

"Well, it doesn't matter. After all, you just projected your soul into other people's consciousness. It's normal not to leave any impression. Alice may know something." Dumbledore patted Connor on the shoulder:

"In short, it seems that you have done a good job. This matter has been solved perfectly. You can regard the two energies that entered your body as gifts from angels. If I am not wrong, those pure magic powers will affect your strength. It’s quite an improvement.”

"Eh?" Connor raised his eyebrows. Is this a free experience package? Such a good thing actually happened to me?

Connor shrugged, and then he looked at the broken card again: "So, that fallen angel."

"There are no fallen angels anymore, boy Connor." The Pope glanced at a few people indifferently: "Although I don't know how you did it, you did save that little girl."

He calmly put down the card again: "...and also destroyed the angels."

"Destroyed?"

Dumbledore nodded and explained: "There are only incomplete souls belonging to angels in this card. In a sense, the angels have indeed been destroyed."

Connor had a complicated feeling in his heart for no reason.

The Pope shook his head: "We will give an explanation to the British Ministry of Magic about this matter. Your minister seems impatient to wait."

Only then did Connor realize that there were already several circles of wizards riding broomsticks in the air not far from the Forbidden Forest, and Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had surrounded the place.

"Dumbledore, I think we should discuss how to handle this matter."

"Of course, no problem. We really shouldn't keep others waiting." Dumbledore shook the card in his hand towards Connor and said, "Connor, lend me this card of yours for a while."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore." Connor suddenly pulled Dumbledore. He pointed at the light ball still floating in the air and asked: "Professor Dumbledore, that is also the soul of an angel, right? What about this one?" Deal with it?"

"Oh, um, the soul above is already disintegrating. It will probably completely dissipate at dawn. It's just a dissipating incomplete soul. It has no value anymore, not to mention I have a significant other here." Denbu Lido explained, and then began to order the professors to clean up the scene and arrange the aftermath.

But when Connor heard this, he felt more and more uncomfortable. He subconsciously felt that he should do something.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Huh?" Dumbledore turned to look at Connor again.

"Um." Connor asked hesitantly, "Can you help me collect this soul?"

Connor raised his hand and pointed at the ball of light.

"Oh? Why did you collect this?" Dumbledore asked curiously: "A broken and incomplete newborn soul. If you want to study the soul, just use the soul in your card."

"Oh, wizard." The Pope whispered.

"No, no." Connor looked at the "Hourglass" slowly scattered, but he couldn't think of any reason. He just... simply didn't want to watch it dissipate.

"Okay, I don't care what your reasons are, I can still help with this little thing." Dumbledore didn't care. He stretched out his wand and pulled the white light in front of him:

"As for the magic of preserving the soul, I haven't actually studied it in detail, and this soul is still an unconscious soul. Even if a soul without self-awareness is preserved, it will slowly dissipate."

After some operations, Dumbledore asked: "So Connor, where do you think you should store this soul? Once the soul is attached to the entity, it is difficult to separate them, so you end up using something that is not easily damaged. As a prop, of course ordinary items can also be used."

Connor was stunned, and suddenly thought of something. He began to rummage in his pocket, and then pulled out a piece of paper the size of a stamp. It was the super powerful "magic paper" he had made before. Connor handed the paper to Dumbledore: "Use this, Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, gold paper, I didn't expect you to have such a thing." Dumbledore smiled and took the small stamp: "Indeed, using this to store souls is a good choice."

Dumbledore used his wand to pull the small piece of soul into Connor's stamp. As the light slowly integrated into the stamp, Connor felt relieved.

"Okay, here you go, although I saved my soul in this piece of paper, because this soul has no consciousness, it will completely dissipate over time. I estimate that in about half a year, this soul will completely dissipate. Disappear, you should make good use of this time."

"Filius, take Connor back. He is also very tired tonight." Dumbledore greeted Professor Flitwick, and then said to Connor: "Tonight's matter really shouldn't be dealt with." You were involved, but your performance was outstanding, outstanding.”

Dumbledore said with a smile: "Leave the rest to the professors. You go home first and have a good sleep. Don't worry about what happens next."

Connor stroked the small stamp and felt that the paper in his hand had a little more weight: "Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, turned and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stood still, turned around and said, "By the way, Happy Easter, Connor."

"Enjoy your Easter break now that this is over."

"Same to you, Professor. Happy Easter."