Connor's Hogwarts

Grandfather Devin touched Connor's head apologetically, and then said to Flora with a cold snort: "Breaked the engagement! Run away from the family! Bewitched by an Oriental liar who doesn't know where he came from! Even gave birth to him. "Grandfather looked at Connor and said no more, "After the mysterious man left, you went to the Ministry of Magic to show your face. You have completely disgraced our Lake family!"

Flora lowered her head and let her grandfather speak without refuting. Connor had never seen Flora like this.

"What now? Where is the Will you loved so much?! What did you gain when you rebelled against the family's arrangements?"

Flora lowered her head and trembled slightly. Connor saw tears falling on the back of her hands. Regardless of his grandfather who was still cursing, he quickly broke away from his hand, ran to Flora and hugged her gently.

"Alas." Seeing this scene, my grandfather sighed and stopped talking. The living room suddenly became quiet, only the paintings on the wall were still whispering.

After a while, Flora let go of Connor and said with sobs, "Dad, I'm sorry, but it's all my fault. Connor and Ivan shouldn't do it because of me."

"Wait? Who is Ivan?" Grandfather obviously grabbed Hua Dian and raised one hand and said.

"Um, Yiwen is... my youngest son." Flora stuttered a little, and then she remembered that she had never told her family about Yiwen.

"What!? Younger son? That Oriental liar?!" Grandfather stood up and shouted loudly.

Flora nodded hesitantly, and then Connor saw the wonderful expression on his grandfather's face, shock, anger, shame, and a bit of excitement? It is really difficult for the old man to make so many expressions accurately.

Grandfather took a deep breath and then said calmly: "Why don't you bring him here."

"Yi Yiwen is only four years old. I'm worried that he won't be able to use Floo powder well." Flora said in a low voice.

"Hmph! Remember to bring him here next time." Grandfather sat down calmly, "What's the child's name?"

"Eden H. Francis Lake."

"Humph." Grandpa didn't say anything, but Connor could clearly feel the a little violent magic around Flora when she read the word "Xu".

"Dad, I hope Connor can learn magic from you." Seeing that her grandfather seemed to have calmed down, Flora explained her purpose.

"Of course! They are the children of my Wright family. Of course I will teach them well." Grandfather took a sip of water and said calmly.

Flora breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated and took out a booklet from her small bag and handed it to her grandfather.

"Pfft!" Connor, who was drinking tea and watching a movie, almost spat out a mouthful of water, "Mom!"

Flora smiled and touched Connor's head and said, "This is little Connor's picture album, dad." Yes, it was the graffiti that Connor usually used to pass time. After all, even if he stayed in the house every day, My younger brother could play with it, but it was still very boring. One time he saw a pile of drawing paper and brushes in the utility room, so Connor took them over and started drawing. Unexpectedly, Flora would take them out to show others how good he was. You know, Connor is a little shy.

"Oh? Let me take a look." Grandfather took the picture album with a happy face and looked at it seriously. The more he looked at it, the happier he became. He pulled Connor over suddenly and said with a chrysanthemum smile: "Connor, Do you like drawing?"

"Um, I quite like it." This is true. I was addicted to Japanese comics in my previous life and really liked drawing. Unfortunately, the comics were so good that I didn't have time to learn to draw.

In England, where there are not many entertainment activities in this life, I have time to paint, but I also know that my painting skills are only a little better than the soul painter. I don't know why my grandfather asked this because I am cheap.

"Great, great!" Grandfather seemed very excited and smiled like a cooked dog head. "From now on, Connor, just follow me and learn from me, Flora." Grandfather seemed to have thought of something, and raised his cane. With a wave of his hand, a piece of parchment flew down from upstairs. Grandfather picked it up, looked at it and then handed it to Flora.

"Flora, sign it."

"What is this? The contract for the Chocolate Frog Snack Factory?" Flora looked at the parchment in her hand and said in surprise: "I remember, doesn't the Chocolate Frog Snack Factory belong to Rem of the Potter family?"

"There is only one child left in the Potter family, Flora. Our family is now helping to manage this factory. You can quit your job at the Ministry of Magic and you can manage this factory in the future." Grandfather said calmly.

Flora hesitated and nodded. It would be more comfortable to be her own boss than to work part-time, so that she could spend more time with her children in the future. Just do what you say, Flora is a resolute character: "Then I will go to the Ministry of Magic now. Connor, you are here to accompany your grandfather. I will come to pick you up in the afternoon."

"Connor can also have his own room here." Grandfather said a little dissatisfied.

Flora didn't seem to hear it and ran out of the door quickly. For a while, only Connor and his grandfather Devin were left in the house. Connor was still thinking about where he had heard the name Chocolate Frog. In the blink of an eye, his mother ran away. It seemed that Flora was really afraid of her grandfather.

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"Connor, do you know the history of our Wright family?" Grandpa led Connor as he walked up the stairs. The paintings on the wall were all greeting Connor. When he reached the third floor, Connor was already greeting Connor with more than a dozen paintings. Say hello.

"Is he a painter?" Connor said without thinking.

"Huh? That's not wrong," my grandfather said with a smile: "Our Wright family is a Magic-Art Clan, which has been passed down for more than a thousand years. It is said that our ancestor was also the court painter of King Arthur."

Grandfather blinked and then smiled and said, "Of course, that's what we say to the outside world. In fact, the earliest family history we can trace back is only a few hundred years ago."

"However, our family is indeed a painter. The paintings you see along the way were all painted by members of our family."

"Okay, you can choose one of the rooms here to live in. You can choose whatever you like."

Connor randomly chose a room with a large window. He saw flying broomsticks flying past the window from time to time. He turned around in surprise and asked, "Grandpa, where is this place? Why can they ride broomsticks at will?"

"Oh? Didn't Flora tell you? This is Hogsmeade, a pure wizarding village."

"Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade!? Is Hogwarts nearby?!" Connor said excitedly. Connor has been famous for this magic school for a long time.

"Yes, of course, but Hogwarts has regulations. No casual visits are allowed except during school opening hours." Devin was very happy to see his grandson so excited. It was obvious that this child was getting closer to him.

"Oh, that's it." Connor nodded to show that he understood.

"In five years, you will also enter Hogwarts. Don't worry, Connor, you will become an excellent Slytherin." Devine said with a smile.

"Huh? I don't like Slytherin." Connor scratched his head.

"Why? Slytherin is the most suitable academy for our magical family. Our Wright family has always been Slytherin, and so has your mother." Devin touched Connor's head and said with some confusion.

"Emmmm, because I don't like green?"

"Okay, but I think the school will assign you to the right college." Devin didn't say much. After all, it was just a child's idea: "Connor, your talent is very good, whether it's the magic power in your body or painting. Talent. Just study with me in the past few years, and I will teach you well."