Connor's Hogwarts

This is wrong, why are things like this? I should obviously be like a real warrior, passing five levels, killing six generals, bathing in dragon blood, seizing treasures, returning home with a crown of victory, and silently accepting the admiration of the world.

This is how things should be

But, yes, why, I have to do the questions here for no reason (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

That's right, Connor has already done nearly a hundred difficult magic questions here. These magic questions cover a wide range of topics and are definitely not something that an ordinary third-grade wizard can answer.

Of course, Connor is not an ordinary third-grade wizard, but he still can't answer all the questions. There are always some blind spots of knowledge that he has never touched.

But it doesn't matter. When Ravenclaw set this threshold, he never imagined that there would be telephones. Phew, there would be new technologies like Facebook.

Connor couldn't answer, so he asked someone to help.

"This question involves the basic reaction principles of alchemy. Connor, you should answer like this and this again." Dumbledore's melodious voice came from the Facebook book held by Artoria next to her.

Connor wrote the answer on the "air wall" expressionlessly.

Connor used the wand as a pen and magic power as ink to leave his handwriting on the wall. This is also a technical job. Most people really... can't write so beautifully.

Then the blue font on the wall flashed and changed to:

[The answer is correct, please answer the next question]

"." Connor banged his head against the wall in despair: "Saber, what question is this?"

".Question 96, master."

"Merlin's Bubble Teapot! What the hell kind of test is this! Do you think a man should answer a hundred questions?!" Connor hugged his head in despair, trembling in pain, and then suddenly looked up at Facebook:

"Professor Dumbledore, can I skip the exam at the end of this semester?"

"No. Connor, I answered forty-one of the ninety-six questions for you. Why are you so excited?" Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But! But! The secret is clearly in front of me! It still blocks me like this. Isn't this a bad thing?" Connor just wants to get over violently now. If he had known better, he should have prepared some canned spinach for Artoria. of

"I don't think there are many questions left. After all, Ms. Ravenclaw is famous for her wisdom. It's not surprising that she would leave such a test of knowledge, isn't it?"

"But this is the first section of the ladder! There are still six sections to come! The first part is so difficult, who knows what perverted [levels] will be waiting for us later."

"It's not us, it's you. Connor, you are the one who broke through the level. If it weren't for this kind of knowledge-related test later, I wouldn't be able to help you. You will have to face it alone."

Connor scratched his head in distress, sighed and said, "Okay, let's look at this question again, the principle of spatial stability, I know this, I know this."

When Connor finally completed the ninety-nine questions, what finally appeared was no longer the blue text just now, but instead:

[Question ninety-nine is completely correct. You are a knowledgeable magician and qualified to accept my highest level test. Please move on]

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The wall of air in front of him disappeared, and the crown fell down, but Connor did not catch it.

He stiffened his neck and twisted around bit by bit: "Professor, it just said the word [highest level], right?"

"Master, Professor Dumbledore has left." Artoria glanced at Connor, her eyes full of sympathy.

"." Connor took a deep breath: "It doesn't matter, I'm very strong. This is a small test, nothing to be afraid of. Saber, let's go."

Connor stepped onto the second set of stairs. Nothing happened during the climb, but when he reached the corner at the end, the same wall of air appeared in front of him again.

"I hope it won't be a hundred multiple-choice questions this time." Connor muttered, and stuffed the "key" crown into the wall again. This time, words didn't appear in the air. The surrounding scene changed, and Connor hadn't reacted yet. I found myself in a room.

The staircase in the sky disappeared, and Connor was instantly transferred to another place. The application of this space magic was so terrifying.

Connor looked around and found that this was a room filled with various herbs and materials. Connor only took a cursory glance and saw several very precious magic materials.

If you can take out the dragon's blood, cypress core, and ghost orchid in the house, you can become rich overnight! Connor sucked in a breath of cold air. The fragrance of this herb actually smelled so intoxicating at this moment.

At this moment, the familiar blue font appeared again on the wall next to it:

[You have been poisoned, please use the materials here to stay awake within a day and get out of this room]

Connor: "???"

"Wtf? What are you doing?" Connor's mind was filled with black questions. Am I poisoned? What poison? Is there any mistake? ! Is there something wrong with Ravenclaw? I'm not here to rob graves! What are you doing to me? I'm still a child! What did i do wrong! save.

"..Ah, so...so sleepy." Connor's eyelids suddenly began to fight, and he felt like he might fall asleep at any time.

"Master! What's wrong with you?" Artoria quickly supported Connor who looked like he was about to fall.

"Oops, the smell in this room. I'll make you sleepy if you smell it." Connor held his eyelids open and searched around: "Customes, blue thistle, iris, cypress, snow orchid! Yep! Snow orchid!"

Connor staggered to a table with various materials placed on a grid, grabbed a handful of small white flowers and swallowed them.

"Xuelan can refresh you, it should be useful, it should be useful." Connor shook his head. The effect of this little flower was immediate, and Connor felt much more awake.

"I understand, this is to let me use the materials here to refine a refreshing potion to prevent myself from falling asleep." Connor turned around and found the utensils needed to brew the potion in the corner.

"Fortunately, I'm pretty good at potions. I remember that there is a magic potion. It's not difficult to refine." Connor breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't poisoned by any strange poison, he was just poisoned by the sleeping red... smelling it made him sleep. The effect of herbal medicine.

"Saber, come and help." Artoria and Helena were not affected. Connor suddenly envied Artoria's body. Sure enough, human beings have their limits.

While Connor was eating small white flowers, he was brewing the strength-enhancing potion. As he ate, he found something was wrong. He seemed to be getting sleepier.

"Oops, the effect of the herbal medicine seems to be weakening."

At this time, the potion had been prepared, and Connor quickly took it while it was still hot. No, it was after the magic cooled down that he took a sip, and then he felt better.

"It seems that just one kind of potion is not enough for me to last for a day. I suspect that the effect of a single potion will gradually lose its effect. I need more kinds of potions."

Connor's face looked a little ugly. He wondered if it was the [highest level] that was responsible. If it were normal difficulty, it wouldn't be that complicated at all.

"Fortunately. I'm not fighting alone." Connor exhaled slowly and took out his Facebook speed dial: "Professor Dumbledore, I seem to be in trouble again."

"By the way, I think I may need a little help from Professor Snape."