Connor's Hogwarts

"Excuse me, have you seen this person?"

"It's a beautiful female swordsman!"

"Wearing bright silver armor! Dark blue dress!"

"Excuse me, have you ever seen..."

"...This question should be done like this..." In the Gryffindor common room, Ron was instructing Neville on his homework.

"Oh, oh! I see."

But Ron's attention was not on Neville. He glanced at Hermione who was running around in the crowd holding a portrait with a complicated expression, and said to Harry who was doing push-ups on the other side:

"Do you think...she's a little abnormal?"

"Whoops...two hundred and fifty-seven...whoosh...what?...whoosh..." Harry hummed and finished doing three sets of push-ups, wiped his sweat and walked to Ron's side. He also looked at Hermione who was asking around:

"You mean Hermione? What is she doing?"

"I said, are your exercise intensity getting more and more intense..." Ron muttered, then pointed at Hermione:

"She was looking for people to find out about the female swordsman that night. She also drew a painting by herself. If you ask me, her painting was really ugly, even worse than Ivan's."

"Oh, that female swordsman..." Harry opened his mouth but said nothing.

On Halloween eve, after the female swordsman killed the giant monster with one sword, the professors rushed to the scene quickly, but the female swordsman disappeared into thin air the moment the professors arrived.

Harry and the others explained what happened to the professor, but Professor McGonagall obviously didn't believe them.

Although Professor McGonagall was very angry at their unauthorized actions, Harry and Ron were given five points each because their starting point was to save their classmates.

Harry lay in the school hospital overnight and recovered from his injuries. The next day he ran to find his teacher Gandalf. His intuition told him that there was some kind of connection between the female swordsman and his master. contact.

And this is indeed the case

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"That's the thing. Teacher, do you know the female swordsman?"

Gandalf was silent at first, and then said: "Harry, stand here for an hour and reflect on your mistakes."

Harry didn't expect that he would be punished, but he stood there for an hour without any excuse.

An hour later, Gandalf appeared again like a ghost.

"Harry, do you know where you went wrong?"

"I shouldn't have rushed up to fight the troll." Harry lowered his head in shame.

"Yes, being foolhardy is a taboo. You are still very weak now, why would you do such a stupid thing? You must reflect on yourself."

"Yes, teacher."

"As for the female swordsman, I can't tell you much, but you just need to know that what she uses is exactly the [Gryffindor swordsmanship] you are learning now, so as long as you practice hard, you will one day be able to do it. Become as powerful as her! Do you understand?"

"Yes, teacher!"

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Harry put away his thoughts. Although he didn't know who the female swordsman was, Harry suddenly felt confident about the future and his goal became clearer!

For this reason, Harry even increased the intensity of his exercise, hoping to become stronger faster!

"Why are you looking for her? Others' strength belongs to others after all. Only your own strength truly belongs to you." Harry said.

"Well" Ron was stunned: "I always feel like you said something very powerful."

"Ahhh! Why doesn't anyone know?"

Hermione held her head and complained loudly and ran to the two of them. After that night, Hermione and Harry and the others settled their differences, became good friends, and became a not-so-iron iron triangle.

"If you ask me, you are wasting your efforts. It would be really ridiculous if anyone could find out about such an obviously secret thing by just asking anyone." Ron scoffed.

"How will you know if you don't try!" Hermione glared: "The thing I hate the most is giving up before I even start. Anyway, I will definitely find her!"

"What do you want to do after you find her? Do you want to learn swordsmanship from her?" Harry asked curiously while wiping his sweat with a towel.

"What? Learn swordsmanship? We are wizards, why should we learn swordsmanship?" Hermione looked at Harry with a strange expression, then looked at Ron, and then said in surprise:

"Aren't you all curious? How did she appear, why was she so powerful, and how did she disappear out of thin air in the end? And why didn't our professor know at all that there was such a person in the school!? You don't know any of this. Curious?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.

"It's that." "It can only be because of that."

"What?" Hermione frowned: "What is that?"

Ron said in an exaggerated tone: "Magic! That must be a very powerful magic!"

"That's right. How else can we explain all this except using magic?" Harry nodded repeatedly, convinced.

"." Hermione rolled her eyes wide: "Haven't you all listened to the lesson? The third of the five exceptions to Gamp's Transfiguration! [Don't create something out of thin air]! Transfiguration cannot create objects out of thin air! Haven't you noticed? Did the swordswoman’s sword appear out of thin air in her hand?! This is so unmagical!”

This time it was Ron's turn to roll his eyes: "How do you know she came out of nothing? What if her sword was hidden somewhere and she just pulled it out at that time? It's impossible for you to notice everything, so why go there? Concerned about these things?”

"Hermione, we are only in the first year. We can't know all the magic." Harry didn't quite understand why she was so obsessed with the swordswoman.

"But. But" Hermione scratched her head frantically, making her fluffy and messy hair even more messy: "I'm just curious! I want to know about her, I want to understand her."

"Hey! Harry, let's go! Quidditch training!" Fred and George suddenly appeared, interrupting Hermione.

"Okay! I'll come right after I change my clothes!" Harry wiped his sweat and ran to the dormitory. Their first showdown between Gryffindor and Slytherin was this weekend, and they had to seize every moment. seconds to train.

After Harry left, Hermione held her painting high and asked the twins: "Fred, George, do you know this person? She is a female swordsman wearing bright silver armor and a dark blue dress. "

Ron spread his hands: "Don't waste your efforts. How could anyone know?"

Fred took over Hermione's words. Hermione's painting skills were rather funny, slightly better than elementary school students' graffiti, but they could still see what Hermione was asking at a glance. Isn't this Connor's magic painting girl? ! They were chasing Connor for a copy of the magic painting before.

"Well, your drawing is so ugly that I can't tell what you are drawing." Fred smiled and handed the drawing paper back to Hermione.

"Yeah, yeah, it's too ugly." George also laughed.

"Hey! You're so rude! I painted very seriously all night!" Hermione looked angry and ashamed.

"It's no use, no use. Tell me, why don't you find someone who is good at painting to help you paint a new painting?"

"That's right, so that others can know more clearly who you are looking for, right? I think you know who is the best at drawing in our school." The twins have never tired of trying to harm Connor.

"I'm fine, Fred George."

At this time, Harry had already changed his clothes and ran out, so the three of them left the lounge together.

Watching their leaving figures, Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "My intuition tells me that they must know something."

Ron twitched the corner of his mouth and complained: "I think everyone you look at now has a problem."

"Do you know where Connor Lake usually appears?" Hermione suddenly turned around and asked.

"What? Are you really planning to go find Connor to draw?"

"Of course! I think what they said makes sense. A more recognizable painting will help me find my real goal!"

"You'd better give up. Girls who want to draw with Connor can queue up from us to the school gate. It's not that easy for you to find him to draw!"

"How will you know if you don't try? Tell me quickly! I can just stop by and ask some questions."

"Maybe your plan is good, but what I can tell you is: I really don't know."

"Tsk, it's really useless."

"Hey! What are you talking about?" Ron was very dissatisfied. He waved and walked towards the door: "I went to participate in the Monster Card Club activities and I am too lazy to pay attention to you. Goodbye."

"? We are only in first grade! How can we join the club?"

"Huh? You haven't forgotten my status as the third runner-up in the competition, right? I was admitted under special circumstances! Just like Harry! We are the only first-year students admitted to the club!" Ron patted his chest proudly, Leaving the Gryffindor common room.

"..." Hermione messed up her hair in annoyance, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Wouldn't it make her look worse than them all? ? She ran towards the library and said to herself:

"Really! I'll look for it myself! Don't rely on anyone! I can find it myself!"

"Yeah! I finally made it!" Neville jumped up happily, then looked around: "Eh? Where are the people???"