Connor's Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Connor got up and opened his own Christmas gifts. Since he had been living in a cabin in the woods since he was a child, he had no school, no neighbors, and no relatives, so he only had gifts from his mother, Flora.

Opening the box, a white-haired dumpling appeared - a cattail. Connor grabbed the dumpling. The cat must have not had a good experience after staying in the gift box for one night.

The soft velvet felt very comfortable, and Connor was very satisfied with this gift.

"Ah! Pu Rong Rong!" When Ivan woke up, he saw the dumplings and rushed over to snatch them. Connor raised his hands, but Ivan couldn't reach them and could only dance "beep babbling" on the side.

"Your gift is over there, Evan." After teasing the fish-lipped brother who was about to cry for a while, Connor pointed to another gift box and said.

Upon hearing this, Ivan noticed that there was also a gift near his bed, and ran over to open the gift again.

Ivan's Christmas gift was a blue velvet. Ivan was very happy holding the blue stuffed ball in his arms. He had been clamoring to get one since the last time he and his mother walked past the pet store in Diagon Alley.

Connor and Ivan hadn't been out much. They were too young to use floo powder, and they couldn't apparate. The last time they went out was to London by car.

The few times he went out left a deep impression on Ivan. Of course, Connor was also impressed. The magical world is really magical.

"Connor! Evan! Come down for breakfast!" Flora's voice came from downstairs.

"Here we come!" Connor hugged the white-haired dumpling and hurried downstairs. "Mom, thank you for your Christmas gift. I like it very much."

"Oh? Oh! Yes." Flora was a little absent-minded, waving her wand, and the breakfast plate returned to its place consciously.

"What's wrong? Mom" ​​Connor asked suspiciously after noticing this.

Flora hesitated for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind, holding Connor's hand and sitting on the sofa: "Connor, I will take you out today. Yes, we are going to visit your grandfather."

Connor held Flora's trembling hand slightly, "Grandpa? So I have a grandfather."

"Oh, of course, of course you have a grandfather, and you also have two aunts. It's just that we didn't visit them before due to some reasons." Flora said with a wry smile, "Connor, you are very talented, you know Yes, I think you should learn from your grandfather, I can’t hinder your growth because of my own reasons.”

Of course Connor knew some of the reasons for this, but Connor wisely did not mention it. Every time he mentioned that cheap father in the past, Flora would become sad and irritable, "Today? Will Ivan go too?"

"No, Ivan won't go with us today. He is too young. I'm worried that he won't be able to use Floo powder. Let Coco take care of him today." Flora shook her head.

"Floo powder! I can finally use it!" Connor was a little excited. In the past, Flora would not let the two little brats touch Floo powder. Every day, he saw Flora standing in the fireplace and "bong" disappearing. , making Connor very envious.

"Yes, we will set off after breakfast." Flora said with a smile.

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"Lake Manor, Connor, please read it a few more times. Don't read it out of tune."

In front of the fireplace in the cabin in the woods (don't ask why there is a fireplace in the tree house), Flora warned Connor seriously. Next to him stood a pitiful and sniffling Eden. After some ideological work, he accepted the idea of ​​"Mom and brother go out to play." "You don't have to bring yourself, but there will be a lot of delicious food at home and no one will compete with you." After the fact, Eden stopped making noise.

"I know, I know, Lake Manor, I can't pronounce it wrong, Mom."

"Okay, okay, this is Floo powder, grab a handful." Flora handed over a small jar with half a jar of green fine powder inside.

Connor had seen many of the methods used by Flora and was already very familiar with the process. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it: "Lake Manor!"

The next second, Connor staggered out of the other fireplace. His head was a little dizzy after shaking his head. Connor felt that this first long-distance teleportation experience was not bad, but as soon as he turned around, He was startled by the old face that appeared in front of him.

"Wow" I took a few steps back before I could clearly see the situation in front of me. An old man with silver hair stood in front of me, staring at me with squinted eyes. The stranger in front of me was wearing a black robe and had a tall and tall figure. He looked about four years old. Fifty years old.

"Hello, sir, my name is Connor Wright. I'm here to visit my grandfather." Connor said politely. Although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, it was always right to state his intention first.

The silver-haired old man stared at Connor without saying a word until he met Connor's blue eyes. Then he slowly walked over and put a hand on Connor's head. The expressionless old face just now suddenly bloomed into a chrysanthemum-like smile. , "Connor, is that right? I am your grandfather Devin Lake. Welcome home, kid."

"Uh, oh, hello, grandpa." Connor was stunned, feeling the kindness released by the other party, and then relaxed.

At this time, a house elf lowered his head and appeared behind Grandfather Devin, "Sir, Miss Flora is back and is waiting at the door."

"Humph! Let her in!" Grandfather, who had been smiling just now, turned cold and angry and snorted. He turned around and looked down at Connor with another warm smile.

Connor was stunned by this ability to change his face. His grandfather bent over and took Connor's little hand and turned to sit on the sofa in the living room.

Only then did Connor have time to observe the house, and then Connor saw paintings, paintings, paintings. The walls of this living room were covered with various paintings. There were about a dozen paintings in total, most of which were portraits of people. There were several landscape paintings and several empty frames. When Connor looked at these paintings, the people in the paintings were all looking at Connor and talking about Connor.

"Oh? Our Lake family has a new descendant."

"Look at this kid, he must be Flora's child. He looks like a little girl."

"Now little Devin doesn't have to sigh in front of us every day. This is something to be happy about."

"Looking at the look in that kid's eyes, I bet that this kid is definitely not a peaceful master."

"These are your ancestors, Connor." Grandfather noticed that Connor had been staring at the portrait and said with a smile, "This is your great-grandfather, Auston Lake. This is your great-great-grandfather, Ah. Chibbard Lake, this is."

At this time, Flora had already walked in. Watching Grandpa Divin introduce the great achievements of her ancestors to Connor, she stood aside and listened without saying a word. Her grandfather did not seem to see it and continued to lead Connor while walking. Said, Connor looked at this and then that, and decided to remain calm and wait and see.

After talking for more than ten minutes, grandpa stopped and led Connor back to sit on the sofa. The house elf on the side brought a glass of water. Grandpa took the water glass and asked, "What would Connor want to drink?"

Connor looked at the elf and then at his mother, Flora, and said, "I want a cup of hot cocoa, and mother wants a cup of mead."

The house elf looked at his grandfather hesitantly, until he nodded, then stepped back. After a while, he took two drinks and put them on the table.

"Sit down." Grandfather said to Flora coldly.

Flora sat down slowly, looking a little timid, "Dad."

"Do you still remember that you have me as your father!?" Grandfather roared in a low voice, and an echo seemed to resound in the spacious living room. Connor could feel a powerful wave of magic spreading outwards from his grandfather, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye. not see.

Why are you yelling so loudly? Connor puffed up his cheeks and glared at his grandfather. If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat him, this man would still be his grandfather. Seeing someone yelling at Flora like this, Connor would have kicked him away.