Connor's Hogwarts

"Bah bang bang!"

Connor turned his head, and Gryffindor appeared beside him, applauding gently, and said:

"Well done, Connor. Congratulations on passing my test."

Connor's face was expressionless, and he flicked the silver sword, the Sword of Gryffindor, in front of Gryffindor.

"Don't be angry, it's just a little joke." Gryffindor shrugged, bent down and picked up the sword. He waved the sword, and the messy arena slowly returned to flatness, and the stone walls sank back to the ground. The gravel blends into the earth.

The "corpses" including Voldemort and the twins also turned back into soil and melted into the earth. Connor turned to look at the audience, where the twins were waving indifferently.

Yes, the two twins were also made of clay by Gryffindor. Connor actually reacted when Voldemort pressed him against the wall.

Although the twins were not very reliable, it was impossible for them to do something as stupid as interfering in Connor's battle, knowing that they were beyond their power.

Besides, since it was Connor's "test", there was no reason to let others participate.

Voldemort himself said that no one would bother them until they decided the winner.

But knowing is one thing, and Connor's anger cannot be faked. At that time, he really thought he had killed the twins.

It was also the first time in his life that Connor felt the emotion of "anger" and the first time he felt the effect of "emotional magic" in this idealistic world.

Regardless of how much Connor learned from this battle, Connor was really angry at this time and wanted to hit someone with an axe.

The feeling of being toyed with and applauded was not that pleasant, and Connor never wanted to feel that powerless feeling again.

After being played with so much, Connor would not look down upon Gryffindor. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, Connor would just go up and use Wing Chun. No matter who you are, the founder of Hogwarts.

"I have to say, I am very satisfied with your performance. Look, you pulled out my sword! This is a sword that only those who recognize me can pull out!"

Sensing that Connor was angry, Gryffindor asked a little embarrassedly and said in a coaxing tone.

He noticed that Connor's clothes were in tatters. After the battle, Connor looked pitiful as if he had fought with a dozen big men.

Gryffindor snapped his fingers, and Connor's clothes and injuries returned to the state before the battle, as if there had been no battle just now.

But Connor still didn't say anything. He twisted his recovered hand and looked at Gryffindor with a cold face, without saying a word, as if to say: "Are you done? Can I leave then?" "

Gryffindor couldn't stand the sight of the silent Connor. He scratched his head crazily and ruffled his already messy hair even more. He sighed and said:

"Okay, okay, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have made fun of your friends. Can you say something? It made me seem like I was bullying a child."

"."Is not it?

Stare~, Connor, angry and doesn’t want to talk.

"."

Gryffindor's head was scratched. In desperation, he turned towards the audience and said, "Principal Dumbledore! Lend me this child! I will return him to you tomorrow!"

After saying that, without waiting for any response from the other side, he stamped his feet, and the entire arena began to shake violently again. This time, it was sinking.

A few minutes later, the arena sank into the earth, and the original place turned back into the grass. If it weren't for the professors at Hogwarts standing on the grass, they would have thought it was all just an illusion.

"Okay, let's go back first. I think we need to have a good talk about tonight's events." Dumbledore clapped his hands and said, then he turned to look at the twins:

"Mr. Weasley, I think you also need to attend this meeting."

The two little red-haired boys who were about to sneak away froze, turned around and replied stiffly: "Okay, Principal Dumbledore."

On the other side, Connor looked up and saw that the starry sky above his head turned into a dark earth wall.

This arena seems to have returned to its original location. The power of magic is still so magical no matter how many times it is experienced.

"Tell me, how can you forgive a little joke made by an old man who is over a thousand years old."

When Connor lowered his head, he was startled because he saw an old face wrinkled into bark!

At this time, Gryffindor no longer looked like a mature man, but turned into a hundred-year-old man, with wrinkles and age spots on his face, but only his red hair was still bright.

"." Are you really shameless? Connor was angry and funny. He tried his best to keep his face straight and not reveal any flaws, but it seemed that he couldn't do it without speaking. After thinking for a moment, Connor said in an indifferent tone:

"That's no joke."

Seeing Connor speak, Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. Just say it, just talk. I'm afraid you won't speak. Hey, the kid is really the most annoying.

Gryffindor said in the tone of a grandfather who bought a beautiful doll to please his angry granddaughter: "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. It's all my fault. It's Grandpa Gryffindor's fault. Can Connor forgive Grandpa?"

"." Connor got goosebumps all over his body. This Gryffindor is so shameless!

The corner of Connor's mouth twitched crazily, "Give me back the image of a mighty knight in my heart!" Fortunately, labor and management were not assigned to Gryffindor in the first place!

"Okay, okay, what's the matter with you keeping me here? I'm going to go back to bed if it's okay." Connor couldn't stand this bad old man, put his hands on his chest, and said angrily.

It wasn't Connor who forgave Gryffindor. No matter who he was, he wouldn't give up easily after being tortured like this.

However, Naihe is not a person at all when he messes with your things like this...

Connor found it pointless to vent his anger on someone who had been dead for nearly a thousand years.

What can you do if you are angry? Others are dead. Does anger have any other effect besides making you angry?

After all, he was the one who agreed to the trial in the first place, and he had to jump in to fill the hole he dug for himself.

When he thought that the "living person" in front of him was not actually a living person, Connor's mood was a little complicated.

"Ahem, of course it's business." Seeing that Connor could talk properly, Gryffindor breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to cough twice, and in the blink of an eye he turned into the handsome old man again.

But Connor could no longer look at this man.

"If you pass my test, then you have my approval. Of course, I will give you a reward."

Hearing that there was a reward, Connor finally gained some energy. He decisively stretched out his little hand, blinked his big eyes, and looked like he would stop and do it faster.

"Ahem, the other hand, the hand that signed the contract." Are all children today so realistic? Gryffindor's face stiffened, feeling that he might be really old.

Hearing this, Connor stretched out his left hand again. Gryffindor grabbed Connor's hand. He closed his eyes and muttered something.

After a while, Connor felt that his left hand became hot, as if something was activated.

Then there was a sudden pain on the back of his hand, and Connor subconsciously retracted his hand, only to pull it out all at once.

Connor frowned and looked at his left hand carefully. He found that on the back of his left hand, where the index finger corresponds to the hand tendon, there was a bright red mark several centimeters long, like a sword mark, and it looked like a tattoo. .

Connor touched it and felt nothing, no pain or itching.

What's this.? Command Seal?

Connor looked at Gryffindor doubtfully. He hadn't noticed it just now, but now he realized that Gryffindor seemed tired after running more than ten laps on the playground. It seemed like the thing on his hand was wearing a lot of energy on him?

"What is this?" Connor asked.

"For wizards, nothing is more valuable than knowledge. This mark contains a lot of precious magical knowledge, especially knowledge about transfiguration, because my best skill is transfiguration. This is what I leave to you. A reward." Gryffindor said a little tiredly:

"When you use magic to explore, you will see the knowledge... But the main function of this mark is to represent that you have my approval... Wait, wait, you go back and try again slowly, I don't have much time. .”

Connor stopped investigating and looked at Gryffindor with some confusion.

"The magic accumulated over the years is almost exhausted, and I will soon fall into deep sleep again." Gryffindor said.

"The accumulated magic power?"

"Don't you think that my magic power comes out of thin air? The magic power I use is the magic power that escapes when the students in Hogwarts cast magic, and is transmitted through the collection circle of Hogwarts. of."

"Hey~ I have accumulated thousands of years of magic power, and I used less than half of it just to move this arena. You fought so fiercely with the clay statue, I was almost drained of it."

"."Then why do you want to move this arena? For fun? Connor looked at Gryffindor speechlessly. This guy must have a screw up in his head.

"Besides, before I send you away, I have something to tell you." Gryffindor shook his head and looked into Connor's eyes.