Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor, come to my office."

After the twins were severely punished by Professor McGonagall, Conner was called to the principal's office by Dumbledore.

It felt like every time school started, Connor would be called by Dumbledore to educate him, and he himself was somewhat used to it.

The first time it was raw, the second time it was familiar, and the third time Connor was already pulling him up.

In the principal's office...

"Professor Dumbledore, what are your orders this time?" Connor sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his attitude was very unfriendly.

"Have you seen that child? What do you think of him?" Dumbledore looked pleasant and seemed to be in a good mood.

"...Please, I just glanced at him from a distance, and I haven't even spoken to him yet. How can I feel?"

"That's true...but the child was sorted into Gryffindor, which is great..." It turned out that Dumbledore was happy about this...and thought he wouldn't care about the sorting.

"Although I think he is more suitable for Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat suddenly said: "But he made his own choice."

"I asked, are you such a casual Sorting Hat? You sort others wherever they want to go? Do you have any principles at all?" Connor raised his eyebrows and complained.

"I never make mistakes! Boy Lake!" the Sorting Hat shouted loudly, and tried to jump on the spot: "Don't question my ability!"

"Tsk." Connor curled his lips and turned to look at Dumbledore: "By the way, Professor Dumbledore, let me tell you first. I'm usually very busy, but I don't have much free time to help you take care of this Mr. [Savior]. , so don’t expect me to help you keep an eye on him every day.”

Although he promised Dumbledore to help take care of her, he couldn't really be a nanny.

"Of course not." Dumbledore nodded: "You just need to play your role at the appropriate time. I believe you, Connor, and... I also need to listen to your opinion on some things."

"Oh? But I have little knowledge, so what advice can I give you?" Connor tilted his head in confusion.

"Connor, you are already more powerful than most wizards..." Dumbledore shook his head: "You just need to slowly accumulate knowledge now, and you will definitely have achievements that can surpass me in the future. You have to have confidence in yourself. .”

"...Well...it's...okay." How...why did you suddenly praise someone? Even if you say that, I won't be happy~ Connor muttered.

"And I think your opinions are very useful. You see... with your help, I have found out who Voldemort is."

"Huh? So..."

"Yes, he is now possessing Quirrell..." Dumbledore's eyes flashed coldly: "But this is not good news, Connor..."

"The fact that he swaggered before my eyes means that he is confident. He thinks...I can't kill him."

Connor was vaguely aware of Dumbledore's anger.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose: "But there is good news. Voldemort is indeed weaker than ever. We may be able to use this opportunity to find his real secret..."

"What are you going to do?" Connor asked curiously. Although he knew the general development of the matter, he still wanted to know what Dumbledore was thinking.

"Voldemort came for the Sorcerer's Stone, so I can make good use of this..." Dumbledore closed his eyes: "Connor, I mentioned to you before, I have a magical mirror here, it can Seeing the deepest desires of a person’s heart…”

"Its name is [Mirror of Erised]. What do you think Voldemort would see in the mirror?"

"Huh? Maybe he has gained eternal life? No..." Connor said: "If it is what he desires most, he should be eager to see himself regaining his strength now!"

Dumbledore nodded: "You are right. That way, I can know what he needs most urgently. That way, I can make a response faster..."

So Dumbledore's main purpose was to make Voldemort look in the mirror? He will probably cry because of his ugliness, right?

"And... now that he is under my nose, at least I can control his movements. We need more time..."

Looking at Dumbledore who was deep in thought, Connor felt that his life was really not easy. He was over a hundred years old, and instead of recuperating and recuperating, he was still here scheming and scheming every day. Are you tired?

"Maybe we can also use Voldemort..." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said: "Connor, did you know? There is a powerful guardian magic [Blood Protection Curse] on Harry's body, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Potter family. Ancient magic that can protect Harry from being harmed by Voldemort..."

"Now, in this castle, Harry is undoubtedly the safest person. Voldemort cannot harm him at all. Maybe we can take this opportunity... to allow Harry to grow..."

Dumbledore was lost in thought again as he spoke, probably thinking about how to trick Harry and Voldemort. He was indeed an old coin, but his heart was dirty.

Connor secretly slandered, while secretly thinking whether he could follow Voldemort's wool this time...

"Connor, new children are always curious about school, right? Well, of course, this is obvious. You were not a peaceful master when you were in first or second grade..." Dumbledore asked and answered himself , and then showed a malicious smile: "I probably have a plan, but I still need to observe it again..."

"Professor, what are you going to do?"

"Emmmm, I still have something here that Harry's father entrusted me to keep. I think it should be returned to its original owner at the appropriate time..."

Connor suddenly realized that it was probably the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Sacred Artifacts!

"Speaking of this... Connor, I want to ask you, what is it on your ears..." Dumbledore noticed the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on it and narrowed his eyes slightly: "...What is it? I sensed the soul from inside. The breath.”

"Oh, this, Saber, come out." Connor did not hide anything and summoned Artoria openly.

"Yes, master."

Arturia's figure slowly solidified beside Connor, and for the first time, Connor noticed the shocked expression on Dumbledore's face.

Dumbledore even stood up in surprise: "Connor! This is...!?"

"This is my painting [King Arthur Artoria]. I integrated half of the angel's soul into my painting, so this is a painting with a soul." Connor introduced proudly.

"..." Dumbledore recovered from the shock. He slowly sat down and murmured: "What... what a great magic..."

"It's amazing, Connor, this magic is amazing..." Dumbledore seemed to be greatly shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time: "If...if only..."

Finally, Dumbledore closed his eyes. After he calmed down, he took out a card that Connor was very familiar with and pushed it in front of Connor: "Connor, maybe you can use it better than me..."

Connor took the card, which was the broken golden card - [Girl Knight Alice].

The second soul of an angel.