Connor's Hogwarts

In the morning, a boy's dormitory in Ravenclaw.

Amidst the dynamic music, toothbrushes and towels danced in the air and floated across the aisle. A toothbrush that was not very smart hit the wall next to the bathroom again and again. It was not easy to find the right door. It was waiting for it. The impatient owner took it in his hand...

On the other side, Connor, who had just woken up, opened the curtains of the room, embraced the sun, and felt full of positive energy.

On the second day of school, I was in a pretty good mood.

After a while, Roger's somewhat inarticulate voice came from the bathroom: "Kong Na. Our morning class today. Four-no-four Defense Against Dark Arts class?"

Connor still maintained his posture of embracing the sun, his pajamas reluctantly left his body, and then was pushed aside by the school uniform shirt that rushed forward excitedly.

"Yes, it's Professor Lockhart's class."

"Then have you heard about the rumors about the second graders yesterday afternoon?"

After finishing washing, Roger leaned in front of Connor's room door and said with raised eyebrows.

In order to make the dormitory more livable, Connor, after getting Dumbledore's permission, renovated the space in his dormitory. Now Connor and Roger finally don't have to squeeze into the same room. The two of them now live in It is an upgraded luxury dormitory with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom.

"Rumors?" Connor snapped his fingers. The college robe floating in the air next to him suddenly leaked and spread out on the bed. "You mean the rumors about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Yes, I heard that they made a set of questions for the first class, which are all our Professor Lockhart's personal hobby questions."

Roger smiled and spread his hands, "Then Professor Lockhart released a bunch of Cornish elves and made a mess in the classroom. I heard that the elves threw all his wands downstairs, Gryffindor's That Longbottom was even hung on the chandelier by the elf's ears, hahaha, it seems that our new professor is not as omnipotent as the rumors say."

"The rumors may not necessarily be true, but Roger, if you are more careful, you will find that Professor Lockhart's name was indeed engraved on the college's honor wall more than ten years ago."

Connor pushed Roger away and headed to the bathroom. Roger saw that the buttons of his shirt were struggling to tie themselves up.

"I know that, okay, but being a Ravenclaw prefect doesn't prove anything, does it?"

"Well, it's really nothing. I won't tell Penelo that you said this."

"? Come on Connor, I'm planning to be the Quidditch captain this semester. I'll have a headache if Penelo blocks my application!"

"Don't worry, don't you still know who I am? If I say I don't know how to snitch, I won't. Besides, what is our relationship? Your position as captain is very secure."

"No, hey! Connor! Look me in the eyes and talk! Don't leave! Open the door-!"

The daily life in the dormitory of male high school students is friendly and harmonious.

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After breakfast in the Great Hall, the fourth-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were about to have their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester.

Connor was chatting in the hallway with Roger and Cedric.

"Connor, have you taken note of Lockhart's hobbies?"

Connor looked at Cedric with a strange expression: "Why should I remember such a damn thing?"

"? We'll have to do some questions later, don't you know? Don't you want to get college points?"

It seems that word has spread throughout the school that there will be a "Gilderoy Familiarity" test in Lockhart's first period.

Cedric, Hufflepuff's scoring champion, asked the question with a look of anticipation and bitch, and he almost had the words "You're going to give up on getting house points, right?" written on his face...

Poor Hufflepuff has been last in the House Cup for four consecutive years. If you say you don't care, you'd be lying. No, poor Cedric wants to score points by pleasing the professor...

Connor rolled his eyes, waved his hands and said, "I don't have the time to remember what color Lockhart likes and what snacks he likes to eat..."

Cedric's face lit up.

"But I remember it," Roger said abruptly.

Cedric looked at Roger as if he was looking at a bad guy: "Just for a few college points, you actually went to memorize such useless things!? Roger, I look down on you!"

"..." Connor looked at Cedric as if he was looking at a hot chick.

Roger raised his neck and said, "I want to run for team captain and get more points for the college. This will make things smoother."

"What does your running for captain have to do with your house points? And there are actually people in your Ravenclaw team competing with you for the captaincy? Isn't it already very difficult for you to gather people together?"

Because I was about to be stabbed in the back by my roommate and I couldn't stop him, Roger said with a smile: "Yes, your girlfriend and I have both signed up as alternate captains."

Cedric, who was full of desire for survival, instantly distanced himself from Roger, his eyes full of hostility, and the boat of friendship capsized at the drop of a hat.

"Then we are enemies now, Roger."

"..." Connor's heart didn't waver at all, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

While the three of them were noisy, they soon arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Cedric said with some hindsight, "Why do I always feel like something is not quite right along the way?"

"I feel the same way." Roger nodded in agreement: "There does seem to be something wrong."

"I see!"

The three of them had just found a long table to sit down when Cedric suddenly slammed the table, attracting the attention of the whole class. The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became weird...

"Son of a bitch..." Connor muttered in a low voice, then suddenly leaned down on the table and hid his face in his arms.

Cedric and Roger also noticed something. They sat upright next to Connor, blocking the sight of the classmates. After a while, the strange atmosphere finally disappeared.

Cedric looked at the classroom that had returned to "normal" and lowered his voice and said, "What's going on Connor? I just said something was wrong. All the classmates I met along the way seemed to ignore us. And what happened just now? Why were those girls looking so scary?"

"Let me tell you, why did so many people in the lounge yesterday not say hello when they saw me? I thought I had offended them in some way, but it turned out to be you, Connor?" Roger said suddenly.

"Even without me, you would still be treated almost the same..." Connor slowly raised his head, adjusted his collar, and then raised his right hand, revealing a pure silver ring on his right index finger.

"This is a small prop lent to me by Professor Dumbledore after the opening ceremony. It can reduce my presence as much as possible. The principle is... It is similar to the concealment spell that blocks Muggles. Under normal circumstances, if I don't take the initiative to say hello If I do, others won’t notice me…”

"What kind of weird prop is this?" Roger muttered, "Why would Principal Dumbledore give you such a thing?"

"I seem to have heard about it somewhere..." Cedric touched his chin and said suddenly: "Oh! I remember! This is the [Invisibility Ring], right? But I remember that this kind of prop is for those hybrid Veela Is it used? Could it be that Connor, you..."

Connor looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle and sighed sadly: "Oh... sometimes... being too handsome is a sin..."

"..."

"..."

"Just think that I have Veela blood. In short, until I can't control my strange abilities, I still have to wear it with me." Connor shrugged. In fact, he had tasted the sweetness and did not intend to wear it. The ring was returned to Dumbledore. He had only discovered in the past two days that such a pure life was so wonderful.

"But...don't Veela have no males? And we don't feel any change in you?"

"Just think of me as a pervert, okay? And you are not women, how can you feel my sexy charm?"

"..."

"..."

Fortunately, Roger and Cedric didn't know Pinru, otherwise they would have been curious about why Connor was wearing her clothes.

Just when the two of them were shocked by Connor's arrogance, another "sexy wind" slipped in from the door, spun around the desk aisle, and rolled towards the newly built spiral staircase at the other end of the classroom.

Rose petals were flying all over the sky, and our Protestant beast, Gilderoy Lockhart, made his debut with his dazzling white front teeth.