Connor's Hogwarts

"What? What's going on?!"

In the library, Connor's voice unconsciously rose a little. He quickly motioned for Hermione to sit down, pulled up the soundproof barrier around him, and asked in a somewhat urgent tone: "Hermione, please tell me in detail."

Seeing Connor's reaction, Hermione's face couldn't help but become a little more serious. This matter was indeed not simple.

Hermione sat down opposite Connor, licked her lips, and said slowly: "That's it, I remember it very clearly. I got a total of thirteen old notebooks from Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, and I also briefly read them before. However, they are all very ordinary blank notebooks. I put them all in my suitcase. I have only used four of them so far."

"But when I went to look through my suitcase last night, I only had twelve notebooks left! Obviously they were still there when I checked last time, but now, I have a notebook that was stolen by someone at some point. Stolen!!”

Connor frowned, stolen? How is it possible? Who would be free enough to steal a useless old notebook? Conflict in the dormitory? It doesn't make sense...there must be something wrong with that book!

Flourish and Blott Bookstore, indeed Flourish and Blott Bookstore. Connor was 80% sure that it was Tom's diary, so when Malfoy Sr. and Weasley Sr. were having a fistfight, he was indeed fishing in troubled waters and mixed up Tom's diary. Go in, but he didn't choose Ginny at that time but Hermione who bought a bunch of notebooks.

Connor recalled that when he questioned Dobby, Dobby also said that the diary was given to a "Mudblood". Damn it, but he didn't expect that the person Malfoy chose was actually Hermione.

But why is Hermione not affected by the diary? Okay, let’s ignore this issue for now. After all, “other people” have been affected by the diary. The most important thing now is to find this broken book before Nan gets into trouble!

Connor's mind was racing and he asked seriously: "Could it be that your roommate took your notebook? Have you asked them?"

Hermione nodded: "I asked, but they all said no, and I didn't find anything suspicious about them."

"Where are the magic paintings? There should be magic paintings in your girls' dormitory, right? Have you asked about those magic paintings?"

"Magic paintings? There are no magic paintings in our dormitory." Hermione looked weird: "How could a magic painting be hung in the girls' dormitory? What if an uncle from some bad magic paintings came in and peeped? There is only a common room. There are magic paintings on the corridor, but those magic paintings can only show who has entered and exited the girls’ dormitory, not who has stolen my notebook.”

Connor was silent. It turns out that there are no magic paintings in the girls' dormitory. I didn't know this. I am indeed a pure and good boy (crossed out). No wonder Conan and the others were so inefficient in their work this time. It turns out that I am still in sight in this castle. out of reach blind spot

"Then do you have any clues now? Hermione, if nothing else, that notebook is very important. This is my personal request. I hope you can take this matter seriously."

Hermione nodded, "I understand. In fact, I felt something was wrong when I found out that my notebook was missing last night. I checked it with the tracking technique, but found nothing. I don't think lower-level wizards can use trace-erasing magic, so I suspect a senior student stole my notebook."

Connor shook his head: "It's possible, but not necessarily. I told you that the notebook may be a terrible black magic prop, and it can eliminate its own traces."

"Dark magic props? But I didn't think there was anything wrong with those notebooks when I checked them."

"If it was really that easy to expose, things would be easy to solve." Connor put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and began to think: "Hermione, who are your roommates?"

"Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil."

"We also have a Patil in Ravenclaw"

"They are twin sisters."

"Oh, I remember, it's them, and Lavender. I remember she belongs to Ron."

"Ron?"

"No, it's nothing." Connor shook his head and continued to ponder: "One of them is from a pure-blood family, and the other is from a mixed-race family, right?"

Hermione nodded with some lack of interest: "The Patil family is a traditional wizarding family, and Lavender's mother is a witch."

It sounds like Hermione has a bad relationship with her two roommates. However, Connor did not pursue this point. He pondered: "Maybe. That diary may indeed have an impact on wizards based on blood concentration, Patil." Although he has the blood of an Indian wizard, he is considered a pure blood, and he is likely to be manipulated by the diary."

"Manipulation!?" Hermione shouted: "Are you talking about soul-stealing?"

In Hermione's impression, the magic that can control others is the Imperius Curse among the three Unforgivable Curses. It is a very bad black magic. Hermione can't believe that she has ever carried such a terrifying thing with her.

Connor nodded solemnly: "Yes, although there is no evidence, there is a high possibility that the diary will use the Imperius Curse. Little wizards like you can easily be controlled by it, and there will be no trace of it." trace"

"This is a bit troublesome." Connor clasped his hands and shook his legs irritably, "By the way, Hermione, when was the last time you checked your box?"

"last Friday."

"Does that mean it was taken away on the weekend? I hope there are any clues left." Connor stood up quickly and waved his wand. The magic books on the table flew back to their original places, while Connor Pulling Hermione out of the library.

"Hermione, take this, and remember this spell: Revelio [reveal everything]." Connor walked quickly and took out a pair of unilateral glasses from his pocket and handed it to Hermione.

"This is.?"

"A small prop I made myself can see some traces of magic that are difficult to detect with the naked eye. You should go back to the dormitory immediately, wear these glasses and recite the spell I just said to see if you can find any useful clues."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Here, hold on to me."

"Hey, my dormitory is upstairs. Huh? This is it? Ah-!" Hermione was still curious about why Connor walked outside the castle, but suddenly Connor grabbed her wrist without saying anything. Before anyone could react, Connor jumped up and took two people into the sky. Hermione was so scared that she hugged Connor's arm tightly.

By the time Hermione came to her senses, the two of them had already reached the seventh floor of the castle.

"Ahem, Hermione, go back to the dormitory quickly and hurry up." Seeing that Hermione was still hugging him tightly, Connor had to remind him seriously.

Hermione's eyes widened and she subconsciously wanted to slap Connor, but she immediately realized that this was her president, so she could only say angrily: "President! Please tell me before you do something like this next time. Remind me!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'll make sure next time, you should hurry up and go back first," Connor said perfunctorily. He had nothing else on his mind right now. He just wanted to urge Hermione to hurry up: "How about I go in with you."

"No need! That's the girls' dormitory!!" Hermione glared at Connor again, then turned around and ran towards the Gryffindor Tower. After reciting the password, she got into the lounge.

Connor had no choice but to pace back and forth irritably in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Young man, password?"

Then the Fat Lady greeted Connor.

"Eh? You can see it. Oh, I'm confused. You're a magic painting. I won't go in today. I'm waiting for someone."

The fat lady shrugged. She was still impressed by this energetic young man who often visited Gryffindor in the past. She often opened the back door for him because he could give gifts to magic paintings.

"By the way, madam, have you seen anyone suspicious recently?"

"Suspicious? I'm just responsible for opening the door. I'm not a detective. How do I know who is suspicious?"

"." Well, when I didn't ask, Connor pressed his eyebrows. It's better to discuss it directly with Conan. Calm down, the matter hasn't developed to a serious level yet, I still have time.

After a while, the portrait of the Fat Lady was pushed away from the inside.