Connor's Hogwarts

Connor and Hermione finished their interview and met Harry and Ron on their way back to the castle. They looked dejected.

Hermione ran forward with a small step holding the drawing book: "Harry, Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"It's Hermione. We just came out of Professor McGonagall's office. We have been trained all morning." Harry said weakly.

"I don't understand why I have to be tortured like this! Oh my God, it was Harry who knocked Malfoy and the others down." Ron wailed desperately.

"If you hadn't stepped on Malfoy's back when the professor arrived yesterday, nothing would have happened to you." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked at the two of them: "So shouldn't you be happy that the lecture is over? Why do you look so hopeless?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then closed their eyes in pain: "We have been punished horribly"

"Points were deducted?" Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Anyway, you haven't been deducted points once or twice, so you're not so frustrated, so you were punished with solitary confinement?"

"There are no points deductions, but the punishment is worse than imprisonment! Harry was sent to help Professor Lockhart reply to his fans, and I have to be responsible for cleaning all the trophies in the trophy room!" Ron groaned and lowered his hands: "You're not allowed to use magic! Kill me, or I'll be killed by Filch too."

"I'm willing to trade with you if I can. I'm used to scrubbing and cleaning, but replying to Lockhart's admirers. God, I'd rather copy History of Magic ten times."

Hermione couldn't help laughing when she heard the two people's complaints, "Who asked you to beat Malfoy so badly? Now he is still lying in the infirmary. Slytherin's new seeker will be around next week. I can’t even train.”

The three of them looked at each other and couldn't help but smile and burst into laughter.

"Thank you, Harry, Ron. Actually, I don't care about Malfoy's words at all." Hermione has not forgotten that yesterday's conflict was actually caused by herself. Both Harry and Ron helped her, although she had no intention of doing so at the time. react to.

"Hey! It's all that guy Malfoy's fault. That ugly name is only used by people like him now. In fact, Professor McGonagall is also on our side. If it weren't for Snape and Lockhart, While we are being yin and yang, maybe nothing will happen to us!"

Ron raised his head and smiled proudly. In his opinion, defeating Slytherin (following Harry) was a very satisfying and proud thing.

"Ah, it's almost time. Neville and I have an appointment, so I have to take the first step." Harry suddenly interrupted the conversation of several people.

"Yes, I have an appointment for a card game at Hagrid's hut, and I have to leave too!" Ron seemed to have just remembered the reason why they left the castle.

"Well, see you later."

"Harry, I will definitely try the slug spell on Malfoy next time."

"Actually, I think it's more convenient and faster to use fists."

Hermione waved her hand and watched her two friends run away complaining to each other, but suddenly a magnetic male voice came to her ears.

"You have two good friends, Hermione."

"Ah!" Hermione was so frightened that she almost jumped up. Only then did she remember that she had been walking with Connor just now. "Sorry, sorry! President, I forgot that you were standing next to me just now! I was so rude. Already."

"It's okay, they didn't notice me just now, right?" Connor waved his hand nonchalantly, "See if I don't have this ring on my hand. As long as I don't want to, most people won't notice it at all."

"Connor! So you are here!"

The smile on Connor's mouth froze on his face. He raised his head and looked up. The little secretary Penello was sitting on the broom and flying towards him. He was embarrassed. This was already the second time. Dumbledore was such a bad prop. It's not as useful as I thought it would be.

"I heard that you were instructing Hermione to draw. I was about to go find you, so is it over?" The broom stopped in front of the two of them. Penello jumped off the broom and walked to the two of them with a smile. He spoke naturally.

But Hermione always felt that the gentle senior Penello was a little different from before. For example, the way she looked at her now had a hint of resentment, which reminded Hermione of those bones on the plate that were robbed. The look in the puppy’s eyes after leaving, mmmm, must be an illusion, it must be an illusion

"Penello, didn't I ask you to wait for me in the office? I told you to go back later." Connor, who had lost a little face, tried to pretend that nothing happened.

"It's urgent. It's urgent. I think the document that was suddenly sent from Lake Company just now is important and I need you to take a look at it." Penello took out his Facebook in a serious manner, and it seemed that he had already entered work mode.

He really didn’t have time to spare for half a day. Connor had no choice but to take Facebook and check it while walking towards the castle.

Hermione looked left and right, and asked to leave very discerningly: "President, Penello, I remembered something urgent, so I won't disturb you."

Before Connor could speak, Penello responded kindly: "Well, Hermione, go and do your work first. Don't worry about us."

Connor scratched his head and said to Hermione: "Then Hermione, you should go back first! Regarding that notebook, if you can, bring it over and show it to me as soon as possible."

"Yes, but when do you have time, President?"

"emmm, then tonight"

Penello continued to answer: "Connor, you have a meeting tonight. Alice has emphasized that you cannot be absent."

"Well, let's do it tomorrow. I'll probably be in the library after lunch."

"Okay! Got it!" Then Hermione turned around and trotted away quickly, as if she was avoiding some wild beast, which made Connor a little embarrassed when he waved goodbye but didn't get a response.

"." Smiling and watching Hermione run away, Penello glanced at Connor who put down his hand in embarrassment. She didn't ask about the notebook, but said something calmly and seemingly with meaning.

"Connor, do you like that kid very much?"

"So be it."

"Oh haha??"

"Of course I don't like that." Connor smiled awkwardly: "Hermione is just as smart as I imagined, and the experience of teaching smart people to learn things is still very good."

Penello's hands tightened and loosened, and he did not dare to ask why it was "imaginary." He quickly changed the subject: "Connor, behind the files of Lake Company, there are several documents sent from Birmingham that you need. Take a look."

"Yes, yes, well, let's go back to the office and see."

It seems that Connor's plan to catch fish on the weekend was completely ruined.

Moreover, Connor did not expect that his relaxed daily life on campus this school year would end so quickly.

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"President, is the notebook you want me to find important?"

The next day, Monday of the second week of school, when Connor was reading seriously in the library, Hermione suddenly came to him with a pile of notebooks in her arms, her expression a little serious.

"I went back and checked my notebook last night. Although I didn't find anything suspicious, but-"

"One of my notebooks is indeed missing."

"One of my notebooks is missing."