Connor's Hogwarts

On the other side, seeing Fleur pulling Gabriel to the side, Mr. Delacour whispered to Apolline, "What should I do? It seems that Fleur hasn't made any new friends yet."

"Hey~ That kid is too stubborn, and I have nothing to do." Apollin said distressedly, "But that kid feels a little strange to me."

"Which one? That Connor?"

"Yes, that child gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity"

"? Why do you feel this way?"

"I don't know, it's like seeing another half-blood charm baby"

"That kid is really pretty."

The car drove into downtown Paris, and finally stopped in a very deserted street

By the side of the road, the destination has been reached.

Connor and his party came out from the back door one after another, startling the young men passing by for a moment.

"This is it?" Grandfather said, pointing to the dilapidated building in front of him.

"It should probably be here." Mr. Delacour said in an uncertain tone.

"Your family used to run a hotel!?" Grandfather's voice was as surprised as seeing mosquitoes in a snowy winter.

"Of course it wasn't before. It was just an ordinary house. It didn't exist before I left. I haven't been here for more than ten years." Mr. Delacour said honestly, waving his hands.

That's right, what appeared in front of Connor's group was a small hotel that looked dilapidated.

Old Diwen's eyes were a little dark. It wasn't like this before, which means that it was all done by that Shire! ?Could it be that his daughter married a second-generation ancestor who had to rely on running a hotel in this deserted street to make ends meet! ! ?Still a Squib! ! !

Connor seemed to feel the murderous aura overflowing from his grandfather.

Mr. Delacour didn't dare to say much, he walked in the front and pushed open the door of the dilapidated hotel.

"Welcome light—ah!! Daddy!?"

Connor poked his head out from behind the door, and saw a beautiful woman in her 30s who was sitting behind the front desk of the hotel. Her face, which was somewhat familiar to Flora, was full of unbelievable surprise. It seemed that this Is... found the right person?

This Connor's second aunt first screamed, then subconsciously shrank behind the stage, and finally took out her wand from behind, looking like she was so panicked that she wanted to Apparate and run away.

"Eileen——!!" The grandfather yelled loudly, and then the second aunt's wand fell to the ground in fright.

Crackling, at this moment, the sound of knocking over chairs from upstairs, thump, thud, this is the sound of going down the stairs quickly

"Eileen! Elena! Are you okay—ah? Clement? Why are you here? Elena! Uh, sister-in-law, what happened?"

Walking down the stairs was an uncle with messy brown hair, a bearded face, and bloodshot eyes, but he could still see his handsome background.

He stared blankly at Elena, who was huddled under the reception desk of the hotel, who looked like she was holding her head to prevent herself from squatting, and a large group of men, women, old and children who came in at the door, with question marks all over their faces.

It seems that this is the second uncle?It looks really poor.

Connor hid aside and silently ate melons, um, British cantaloupe, Connor packed a lot in his pocket, he took out one and handed it to Emily, the child obediently took it, and then stared blankly Connor, with the doubt of "Why are you handing me a melon?" written in his eyes.

Seeing that his grandfather was about to rant, Connor quickly took out a few more cantaloupes from his pocket.

At this time, a voice came from the stairs, preventing a human tragedy from happening.

"Mom and Dad, what happened?"

A little girl about ten years old carefully poked her head out from the stairs, and said with a clear voice like a wind chime.

Why do you say it looks like a wind chime, because she speaks French, and Connor can't understand it as if she is listening to a wind chime.

But Connor knew that his grandfather might not be able to scold him this time, because Connor seemed to hold back all his words when he saw his grandfather—his old face was flushed with suffocation, and it was red and purple, looking very scary.

For a while, no one dared to speak, and the scene was silent.

Only the sound of Connor chewing melon silently remained

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Chapter 1: The Second Uncle of the Writer

"You mean you're a writer?"

The dilapidated small hotel was closed, and a group of people gathered in the small living room on the second floor of the small hotel, and the trial was in session.

The judge, Old Diwen; the master Connor; the yamen servants, etc.; the people under trial, Charles and Elena.

Old Diwen was sitting upright, with a serious expression on his face; Connor stood silently behind him, looking at the second sister-in-law who was sitting on the side who was cautiously afraid to look up, and the second uncle who was at a loss and fidgeted restlessly.

Second Aunt Elena was holding a cute little loli in her arms, and the little loli blinked at Connor who was standing aside with big eyes.

Others were sitting on the couch on the other side, eating the English cantaloupe carefully prepared by Connor.

The atmosphere at the scene was very delicate.

"Yes, Mr. Diwen." Charles rubbed his hands, and now he has figured out the situation. This is the father-in-law who came to the door, or his own brother brought him here, and he saw himself who was caught off guard and embarrassed. .

Shire's image is indeed bad, his hair is as messy as a bird's nest, he often stays up late and his eyes are dark, his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and his face is full of stubble. It's not against the peace.

Thinking that his daughter was willing to marry such a slob, the grandfather felt that the veins on his forehead were about to explode.

Connor also wanted to know the area of ​​his grandfather's psychological shadow at this time. It seemed that his anger gauge had exploded several times.If it weren't for a little loli suppressing grandfather here, this small hotel would probably be demolished

The grandfather took a deep breath and said in an unquestionable tone, "Eileen, take Blanche and come home with me!"

Blanche Delacour (Bnchedeur), is the name of the little loli, the child of Elena and Charles, ten years old this year, a little younger than Ivan, and Connor's cousin.

Connor figured it out, Flora was born at the age of 20, Elena is two years younger than Flora, and this little sister is also two years younger than himself. It's better that I don't have to dig a grave for Mr. Shire to make a tombstone .

"This father, I"

"Shut up! Come with me now! The people of our Lake family can't live in this kind of dilapidated house that can't see the sun! You just..." the grandfather blew his beard and stared, with an angry expression on his face, but when he saw Seeing the frightened little girl in Elena's arms, he forced himself to calm down again

"In short, the family needs you very much now, you must go back with me, now, leave immediately!"

Connor took out another box of strawberries from his pocket. The sweet and sour taste is so delicious. His grandfather really liked little girls. Back then, he still dared to scold Flora loudly in front of him. Now he met the little granddaughter here. Pretend to be grandpa, tsk.

Mr. Shire's face was pale, he raised his hand and put it down weakly, he said dejectedly, "Eileen, you take Blanche and leave, you should have a better life instead of staying here with me a wretch"

After saying this, Mr. Shire seemed to lose all energy and lifelessness.

"Charles!" Elena cried, with a hint of unbelievable and indisputable anger in her tone, she didn't expect her husband to give up struggling just like that.

"Oh, then clean up, let's leave now." A trace of contempt flashed in the grandfather's eyes, and it seemed that Mr. Shire's evaluation in his grandfather's heart had fallen to the bottom.