Connor's Hogwarts

"Those girls are too much!" On Monday breakfast, at the Gryffindor table, Roger was slapping the table and complaining to the Weasley brothers: "They! The whole weekend! They refused to let Connor go!! Oh my gosh! I can’t even find a chance to play the monster card with Connor!”

"Really?"

"I see Connor is quite happy."

The twins pointed to Connor, who was smiling among the girls next to him and said.

"That's just an act! Connor secretly told me last night that he also wants to play the monster card with me, but he can't refuse other people's requests rudely and bring shame to the Lake family." Roger lowered his head and lowered his voice before finishing. , then straightened his waist and said: "Last night he said to me, 'It is the unshirkable responsibility of the Lake family patriarch to paint for people who really want to know themselves.' I think he is really an amazing person, isn't he?"

"No, I think he must be lying to you."

"We have been begging him for two years, but he still refuses to paint a painting for us."

"Oh! Connor also mentioned this to me and asked me not to tell you, but it's okay for me to tell you. He said last night, 'Only some little girls find it difficult to recognize themselves. Many confident boys, such as Fred and George, they knew exactly what they were going to do, so I never painted them, I didn't tell them because I was afraid they would be proud,' that's what he said, and I didn't miss a word."

Fred and George were also confused now. Did they really blame Connor wrongly? But something seemed to be wrong, and the eleven-year-old's little mind seemed to be unable to turn around.

At this time, Connor came over with a happy face, looked at the three of them and said, "Let's go, Roger, our first class is potions. I think it's better for us to get to the classroom early."

"That's right! I heard it from the seniors last night."

"Snape, who teaches Potions, is the most difficult professor to deal with."

"And they often deduct points from our Gryffindor!"

"Just points for Slytherin!"

As soon as they heard this, the twins became excited, and each of them described Snape as the devil.

"Yes, yes, I'm really jealous that you don't have early classes in the morning."

Separating from the Weasley brothers, Connor and Roger walked to the dungeon together. Potions class was in the underground classroom, and Hufflepuff was taking Potions class with Ravenclaw. Connor met Digory at the door of the classroom.

"Hey, Cedric!"

"Hi Connor, Roger."

A weekend passed. Thanks to the communication skills of the monster cards, most of the first-year wizards became proficient. As one of the two strongest boys in Ravenclaw's first-year class, Roger was also well-known. .

Entering the potions classroom, the little wizards were sitting in twos and threes chatting. Connor found a less conspicuous corner and sat down with Roger.

Not long after, the big bat Snape "flew" in dragging his long cloak.

"You don't need to use your wand in my class, put your wands away." Snape glanced at the little wizards, because this was the first class of the first grade, and many little wizards had not even learned magic yet. Curse, so no one was playing with wands, Snape said in his dark voice: "Now let's start the roll call."

When everyone arrived, Snape put away the roster, glanced at the young wizards with his usual cold eyes, and said slowly: "The process of potion preparation is precise and rigorous. Since there is no silly waving of the wand here, Many of you will not believe that this is magic. I do not expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting the fragrance. You will not truly understand the liquid flowing into people's veins. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death with that kind of magical power that enchants your heart and blurs your will - but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. "

Snape spoke this paragraph very smoothly. It must have been rehearsed and practiced repeatedly. Although the young wizards were frightened by Snape's stinky face and did not dare to say anything, Connor still saw many young wizards standing up straight. Obviously they don't think they are stupid fools, Connor raised his lips, they are really a bunch of cute little guys, I hope you can have a good time under the old bat.

"Mr. Connor Lake, what are you laughing at?"

"I remembered something happy, Professor." Connor stood up and replied honestly.

Feeling that continuing to ask would lead to a strange rhythm, Snape decisively gave up and continued: "Potions is a serious subject. I hope Mr. Lake will not bring your talent for making games into the classroom. , sit down."

"Take out your textbooks. In this class we will learn to make a simple potion to treat scabies, but before that."

Snape glanced at the entire audience with his penetrating eyes again, "I hope you will listen carefully to every word I say and take notes. I will not repeat the same words a second time in class, and I need to You follow the steps I told you to complete your task. If what I tell you is different from your textbook, you still have to do what I tell you. Do you understand?"

The little wizards didn't dare to get angry or speak, and could only nod wildly. Connor was observing Snape with interest in the corner. This proud and arrogant man was indeed unlikable, but Connor knew the plot. I still can't dislike him, maybe this is a special preconception.

However, it can be seen that in Snape's eyes, he is just a "student who needs a little attention", and it is not enough for Snape to look at him differently. Perhaps the only person in the world who can make him look at him differently is Harry.

The first potion class went smoothly. Although the process was a bit bumpy, the little eagle and the badgers finally succeeded in making the potion.

Connor had never had much contact with preparing potions before. It was a bit novel to prepare potions for the first time. It felt like a high school chemistry class, but it was just a novelty.

When I first came into contact with magic, I was interested in everything. At that time, I asked my grandfather about potions. As a result, his grandfather told Connor that most potions require magic power to work. In other words, Muggles without magic power cannot use potions, such as ordinary polyjuice potion. Muggles will not feel sick after drinking it. What other effects.

After knowing this, Connor was not very interested in potions. Apart from reluctantly memorizing the textbook, he made no other efforts.

But Connor didn't believe everything his grandfather said. Many times, his grandfather was a little unreliable. Connor was going to find a potion master to confirm. So after class, Connor blocked Snape's door.

"What's the matter, Mr. Lake?" Snape looked down at little Connor mercilessly.

"I want to ask a question, Professor Snape." Connor scratched his head with a smile and said, "The book says that most potions don't work on Muggles. Are there any potions that Muggles can use too?" Woolen cloth?"

Snape looked at Connor deeply, and then said for a long time: "There are many potions that can work on Muggles, such as the famous love potion. However, I think if you read the book carefully, you will find out The book says that most potions require magic to work, not that they don't work on Muggles."

"But Muggles just don't know..." Connor was stunned for a moment, and Snape gave Connor another meaningful look and left.

Connor understood what he meant, and his mood was a bit complicated. His grandfather was indeed unreliable. He said that it would not work on Muggles. Wasn't he misleading himself? It was not that potions did not work on Muggles, but that potions did not work on Muggles. Muggles without magic don't work!

But it is very easy for Muggles to temporarily possess magic power. He should have thought of it earlier. Potions is obviously a subject that requires a lot of clinical trials. Wizards will not use wizards for clinical trials.

Connor shook his head. He thought too much. No matter what the situation was, it happened in the past. The current magic world would not allow human experimentation to happen. Moreover, he was a wizard now. A wizard is a wizard. He must say important things three times and his butt must not be crooked.

Don’t think about it anymore, there is a spells class in the afternoon! You need to show off the little wizards hard and let them know who is their king.