Connor's Hogwarts

After walking out of the library, Connor ran ahead, turning his head with fear from time to time, fearing that some little beaver would catch up from behind and ask questions.

Connor thought that since he couldn't stay in the library, he should go to the Room of Requirement, and he hurried upstairs.

He didn't even notice that he hadn't let go of the little girl's hand.

"Conner's hand. Hand." Penello was pulled, and whispered shyly but happily.

"Oh! Sorry!" Connor quickly let go of his hand and apologized.

"No...it's okay." Penello touched his wrist which had a light red mark on it, and replied a little dazedly.

Connor coughed a few times and changed the subject a little stiffly: "By the way, Penelo, why are you looking for me?"

"." You just talked nonsense about feelings. Penello put away the disappointment in his eyes and forced a smile: "It's about the monster card finals. The registration time has ended, and the list has been included. All colleges have registered. The total number of people is 111, including 21 registered for Slytherin and 39 for Gryffindor."

"...There are 23 students in the sixth grade and 12 in the seventh grade." Penello handed over a folder. The top paper was filled with names in different categories: "This is the list of all registered players."

"Ah, ah. I'm sorry to bother you." Connor took it, browsed it for a while, and finally couldn't help but said: "Penello, since you don't have to report to me about organizing activities. If you are responsible, then you have the right to make decisions.”

As a school-level student club, all activities of the fraternity are voluntarily signed up by members. Connor only proposes activities. Whether it is club recruitment, school weekly newspaper or this card battle activity, members volunteer to participate.

"But..." Penello lowered her head. She immediately took over the task of planning the event as soon as her mind was full of enthusiasm. She originally wanted to exercise her abilities, but when she actually started doing it, Penello was still Feeling a little unsure: "But I'm worried that if I don't do it well, I might screw it up."

"Don't worry about this. This is a small event organized by our own people. Even if we screw it up, it's not a big deal."

"How could this be like this!" Penello's reaction was even more intense than that of Connor. She frowned a little dissatisfiedly: "Since I have accepted this task, of course I must take it seriously and do my best to do it. It’s best, how can it be so casual?”

"Well, I'm sorry. Actually, what I meant was that you shouldn't be too stressed and just treat it with a normal attitude."

"Ah!" Penello's face turned red and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Yes... I'm sorry. It's obviously me who is troublesome to Connor, but my attitude is still so bad. I'm really sorry!"

"Uh...no...it's okay. I still admire your serious attitude...haha..." Connor laughed awkwardly and politely. Why was he suddenly apologized?

Penello looked at Connor's expression. She stopped and slumped her shoulders in frustration: "Yes...I'm sorry, Connor, am I stupid?"

"Huh?" Connor also stopped. They were now standing by the window of the tower stairs. Penello stopped on the lower steps, lowering her head. The wind blowing from the window picked up her long hair. , looks... a bit pitifully beautiful.

"How is that possible? Penelo, why do you have such a strange idea?"

Penello raised his head and looked at Connor, his eyes were still clean and pure. Penello turned his gaze away, hesitated, and said slowly:

"Actually, since I joined the Brotherhood, I have discovered that I am just a wizard with average talent. I am a Muggle and have no special skills. I often have to rack my brains to think about problems that others can figure out at once. Even if I try my best, I still can't catch up with you, and... I was able to join the fraternity only with the help of my friends... I tried hard to prove myself, but now I can't even organize the simplest activities..."

"Hehehehe! Penelo, you are the number one in your grade, how could you be stupid? Don't think nonsense..." Connor was a little at a loss for a moment. He was not familiar with comforting girls, and this... why did it suddenly become Is it like this?

"I'm sorry to tell you this all of a sudden..." Penello smiled reluctantly. She brushed the hair around her ears, looked out the window and said, "The girl just now was Hermione Gryffindor of Gryffindor. Ranger, right?"

"Eh? You know her too."

Penello smiled again: "I heard it mentioned by the first-year girls. They were all curious about why she was not Ravenclaw."

"Ahem, I'm actually curious too." Connor wiped away the non-existent cold sweat. He was actually secretly glad that Hermione was not sorted into Ravenclaw.

"She works hard and is very smart, and she is born as a Muggle like me...but she is much better than I was in first grade." Penello's tone was a little melancholy.

Connor scratched his head: "So are you stimulated by that child?"

"No! How is that possible!" Penello suddenly smiled brightly, but Connor could clearly see that her smile was far-fetched. This time it was Penello's turn to change the subject abruptly:

"Stop talking about this, Connor, just think that I couldn't help but say something stupid. Ah! By the way, Connor, this registration list was published directly in the weekly report after we arranged their respective opponents. Will it be announced?"

"Yeah, otherwise."

"But how do we arrange games for them? If there are more than 100 people, we will have to play more than 50 games. If we arrange time for them one by one."

"Stop, wait, why do we need to arrange time for them?" Connor suddenly interrupted: "Penello, you have to understand that our purpose is just to select the final winner and determine the goal. In fact, the process is not important."

"Let them compete on their own in the first round. No matter how many times they compete or how they compete, they just need to fill in the names of the winners of both sides in the newspaper before next week."

"Ah? But in this case, what if they refuse to admit defeat and fill in their own names?"

"Isn't there two weeks for the first round of competition selection? If there are wizards who don't agree with [the competition results] next week, then we will arrange the competition for them, which can greatly reduce the workload. And because it is an independent competition The reason is that when they compete in card duels everywhere, they can also promote our competition, killing two birds with one stone."

"That's it, that's it"

"." Looking at Penelo who took out a small notebook to take notes, Connor said helplessly: "Actually, you can think of this method by yourself. Maybe you can think of a better way. You don't have to press Do what I say.”

"But I think Connor is very powerful. He can always come up with all kinds of magical ideas to solve problems. If I were asked to think about it, I would definitely not be able to come up with it." Penello looked at Connor again, as if his eyes were twinkling. light.

Connor subconsciously avoided this kind of gaze and said, "It's just some very common thoughts, not worth mentioning."

Penello finished taking notes and asked again: "Then how will we arrange for them to compete? Now except everyone in the club, no one else knows who organized this competition. Well, maybe they can all guess it. It’s you, Connor, but the identity of our brotherhood members can’t be exposed, right? Then who will host the game then?”

"."How come you have become one hundred thousand whys? Is this thing still contagious? Connor complained secretly, turned around and walked away and replied: "I actually have arrangements for this. There will be some special [friends] to help us host the game."

"Oh, okay. By the way, about this week's weekly report"

From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Penello was carefully taking notes in the notebook in his hand as he walked. Connor was inexplicably touched and said, "Penello, how about... can you be my secretary in the future?"

"Ah, ah? Eh?" Penello reacted for a while before raising his head, his eyes full of confusion and shock.

Connor felt a little embarrassed by her, and he coughed dryly: "Well...don't you want to exercise your abilities? Come and help me deal with some things, not only in school, but also outside school...because I have more and more things to do and I can’t manage them... Actually, I originally planned to... It’s nothing, I will pay you wages... Of course, if you don’t want to..."

"No, no, no! I do!" Penello's eyes were brighter than ever before. She kept nodding her head and repeated: "I do!"

Connor scratched his head, feeling that he was a little self-motivated, but...it shouldn't be a big problem...after all...he is a serious person.

"Okay, let's talk about salary now..."