Connor's Hogwarts

Everyone cast gratified and expectant glances at Roger, and then heard Roger continue to say, "Ah! It must be because Fred is invincible! You wait, I will come back to you after I have sorted out the new deck. A showdown!"

"" The boys of Gryffindor decided to kick this silly boy out of the group chat.

"Li, how are you and Angelina?" Fred looked at Jordan.

"That's right, you've sent so many presents, isn't there any progress?" George spat out the lemon peel.

"Forget it." Li fell down on the chessboard in frustration, "I found that Angelina seems to prefer Quidditch players to Quidditch commentators. Do you think I will also interview the team next year? I will be a chaser." Is the hand considered a pass?"

"With your riding skills, it is not a big problem to score the team,

But if you run away, who will be the commentator? "

"That is, if we give up the position of commentator, won't we Gryffindors suffer a lot?"

"This is"

"How about this, you can join the substitute team and participate in training, so that Angelina can feel your superb skills!"

"That's a good idea!"

"e this is okay"

"I really envy you Gryffindor who have so many substitutes," Roger said bitterly.

"We're still envious of you having Connor."

"Yes."

"Next week is your match against Hufflepuff. Are you confident?"

"Of course! Then watch me smash Cedric."

"Are you talking about me?" Cedric noticed this, walked side by side with Zhang Qiu and said.

Recently, this kid and the elementary school girl have made rapid progress. At first, they still disliked the [-] whys of others. Now they discuss [-] whys together every day. Sure enough, human beings still cannot escape the law of true fragrance.

"That's right, we're going to smash your team next week!" Fred said arrogantly.

"Ha, I'm not afraid of you"

"Cedric, come on!" Zhang Qiu cheered softly from the side.

"" The three little lions suddenly felt dull.

"Forget it, what's the point of losing or winning?"

"Win the game, lose life."

"Let's continue playing monster cards."

"In this indifferent society, as long as the monster card can bring me some warmth."

"..."

By the bustling lake, there are cheerful laughter of teenagers and girls, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

"Connor, don't you really feel happy?"

"No, I really think I'm happy."

"And... I hope I can always be so happy in the future."

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Coo coo coo, please take a leave

Because there are not enough codes today, dbq, I muttered.

In fact, it is because we have to sort out the plot behind it (true truth)

ps Alien Invasion is so beautiful, recommended

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Chapter 181 Everything as Usual

"Spider Silk Dragon Egg Treant Wood Heart"

"Continuous Input of Magic Power to Brew"

"Big bones boiled to dryness"

"Rapid Condensation"

"You're done!"

"Perfect!"

"A success! Well done!"

"" In the small room generated by the Room of Requirement, Connor and the twins are doing some hot things together.

"I said, is this considered a success?"

Connor pointed to the pot. Under the magic power package, there was only a projectile-sized "finished product", with a wrinkled expression centered on his left ear.

"Of course, according to the guide you gave us, this is the finished product. By the way, remind me, it will take a few minutes to fix its shape."

"Yes, this is the mixed effect of the keel, and it will remain in its original shape in the future. Don't you hurry up and change it into the shape you want?"

Connor was taken aback, and quickly lifted the liquid "bullet" out with his magic power, spread it flat on the board, flattened it, and tried to spread the bullet as wide as possible.

A few minutes later, Connor looked at the final product, which was half the size of the monster card, and fell silent.

He looked around for help, and after preparing for so long, he finally got together the materials, and finally refined the ancestral "magic painting paper" that he obtained after some refining.

Although, the drawing paper is only about 3x4 in size

"Are you kidding me? Such a small drawing paper? I draw a fart, I draw?" Connor pinched the small piece of magic paper in his hand, his expression was wrinkled around his nose, and he was trembling with anger.

"This is something that can't be helped."