Connor's Hogwarts

"Connor, are you talking about that kind of knight's armor? An iron helmet or something?" Harry scratched the back of his head. Even he felt that the style of the painting seemed a bit crooked.

"Well, whatever you like, it can be anything like a Saint warrior suit, an Ultraman leather suit, or a card for fighting. The armor is mainly to provide you with a means of defense. The style is up to you."

"?" Harry obviously didn't understand, but Connor didn't care whether he understood or not.

"By the way, Harry has one more thing."

"What?"

"Do you want to join my club?"

"Your club?" Harry was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what club Connor was in besides the Quidditch team. Connor couldn't invite him to join the Ravenclaw team.

"Yes, my club, you were originally on our assessment list, but it was delayed due to some things recently. In short, I think your abilities in all aspects are considered passing. If you are interested, I can be your Referrer.”

"Well, it sounds like a very serious club."

"Hmm~ Maybe, you can also understand the creed of our society first, Penello——"

Penello, who had been standing quietly next to him, stepped forward and handed Harry a small book: "This is our club's recruitment guide. You can read it first."

"Ah, okay, thank you." Harry scratched his head shyly, took the notebook, and was a little afraid to look at Penello. After all, according to rumors, Connor's girlfriend seems to be a Slytherin senior. , although he has always been curious about the relationship between Connor and this sexy prefect, but Connor didn't tell him, and he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Today's experiment will end here. Next time it will be Sunday afternoon, and the location will be here. Well, it depends. If you are willing to join our club and pass the review, we may be able to change the location."

Connor stood up, waved his magic wand, and changed the tables, chairs and pavilions around him back to their original state, and prepared to leave: "By the way, there is one more small request. I hope you can keep things about our club a secret before you make up your mind. Don’t mention it to anyone, um, can you just treat it as a small favor for me?”

"Ah, of course there is no problem with this."

"Okay, see you next time, Harry."

Connor and Penelope left in a hurry. Harry looked at the two people's backs and shook his head. Although he and Connor had become more familiar with each other recently, this senior was still the same in Harry's eyes. Mystery, Harry would rather call Connor You-Know-Who than Voldemort.

"Maybe that's the real wizard." Harry shrugged, opened the small notebook in his hand, and the first sentence that caught his eye was: [The behind-the-scenes guardians of Hogwarts - the Assassin Brotherhood! 】

Harry watched, fascinated

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"Huh~huh, we got another interesting experimental data~" On the other side, Connor and Penello did not return to the castle, but walked towards the newly built competition hall. Connor was flipping through the records they had just recorded on the road. data, with a pleasant smile on his lips.

"Connor, with all due respect, although I also think Harry's burst of power is amazing," Penello hesitated and said, "But, isn't that really putting the cart before the horse? We can easily do it with magic. Why do you still need to rely on brute force to do things?”

Although Penello had been watching Connor's experiments with cold eyes, she was actually full of doubts. She couldn't understand Harry's brain circuitry that liked to talk with his fists, and she couldn't understand why Connor would follow him and fool around.

In Penello's view, although she could only partially understand Connor's various previous experiments, whether they were magic paintings or disappearing cabinets, she also knew that they were serious work and legitimate magic experiments. It is for this reason that I admire the knowledgeable Connor.

But Harry's experiment gave Penello the feeling that Connor was "not doing his job properly". If it weren't for her trust in Connor, she would have felt that Connor was giving himself a holiday because he was tired of dealing with reality. .

"Putting the cart before the horse? How could that be? I'm doing serious business." Connor put away the experimental data, his smile still bright.

"I can't tell"

"Penello, did you know? The history of mankind is actually the history of war." Connor and Penelo walked into the basement of the competition hall. They were going to the ghost factory.

"Well then what?"

"Whether it is the development of Muggle technology or the development of our magic, to some extent, it is the result of the promotion of war."

"?" Penello tilted his head and didn't understand why Connor turned to this topic while talking, but Connor seemed to be in a good mood and kept talking.

"Whether it's Muggles' transition from cold weapons to hot weapons to today's information warfare, or our wizards' transition from casting spells with bare hands to wand casting, from ancient elemental magic to highly efficient modern magic."

"It can be said that almost all of our human technological progress is carried out under the stimulation of war, just like the magical computer invented by Muggles, which was originally a prop used in war, and the magic wand we are accustomed to, in a sense It is also designed to make it easier for us to fight."

"That's too much for you to say." Penello frowned slightly, wanting to refute this crude thought, but he didn't know how to speak.

"This is actually a very simple truth. Human beings are always keen on fighting. Just like many of our students are always more enthusiastic about learning attack magic than learning complex magic patterns, isn't it? There is nothing to argue about." Connor Laughing and shrugging.

"Okay, even so, so what does this have to do with you studying Harry's magic, Connor?"

"Penello, don't you think Harry's magic is very effective?"

"Huh?" Penello connected Connor's words and covered his mouth in surprise: "So Connor, are you really researching weapons?"

Penello thought that the [Super Magic Soldier Project - Harry Research Project] on the cover of Connor's experimental record was a joke!

"But, didn't you say that Harry's magic can't be popularized? And compared to this, Connor, isn't the Philosopher's Stone you control a more terrifying weapon?"

"There is no conflict between intercontinental missiles and super soldiers." Connor opened the door of the underground laboratory and walked in. "Actually, I don't mean that studying Harry is studying human weapons, but if he is used as a weapon, this experiment The most direct and practical use currently visible."

"After all, there is always a process from military to civilian use."

Connor's underground laboratory expanded again, and the expanded space was reserved for Nicolas Flamel. On the long table on the other side of a row of disappearing cabinets, there were materials and tools for studying magical computers. And Angel was busy working among the pile of hanging materials, and didn't even notice that Connor came in.

"As for the problem you said that this magic cannot be popularized, no, this is not a problem at all, or it is better this way." Connor walked towards the cabinet where the materials were placed, and did not forget to explain to Penello: " It would be great if only Harry could master this magic."

"Why is this?" Penello asked, not understanding.

"Don't let school studies limit your vision, Penelo, you must remember to keep pace with the times." Connor stuffed the experimental data into the cabinet, "Did you know? Compared to Muggles, we wizards pay more attention to individuals. Ability, because we can attribute great power to ourselves, this is also the biggest difference between wizards and Muggles, well, we are more personal heroism."

Connor turned around, pointed to Angel on the side with a smile, and said: "The ability to draw magical creations is closely related to the artist himself. The painter himself can create as powerful a magic painting as he is capable. So what do you think if Harry has learned how to use the magic pen. After injecting his soul into the magic paintings he drew, can he master his magic?"

Penelome's eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly open in surprise.

"I think our ghost factory might one day turn into a ghost arsenal." Connor said something outrageous with a calm face.