Connor's Hogwarts

"Severus, don't worry." Dumbledore stopped Snape just as he raised his wand.

Those spots of light merged into Connor's body piece by piece, and Connor felt his body warm and comfortable as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

He looked at Dumbledore in a daze, not understanding what had happened.

"This is the energy that remains when the angel's magic power dissipates, and these energies seem to be willing to accept you." Dumbledore explained vaguely.

Soon, all the light spots on Alice's body disappeared, and then, a small solid, fist-sized ball of light floated out from above Alice's head, suspended in the air, and scattered flashes of light scattered from the ball of light, like It was a broken hourglass, slowly scattering fine sand down.

The pope's expression changed, "This is the soul of an angel!?"

He hurried forward a few steps, then stopped again, he frowned, "No, it's just a broken soul."

Dumbledore also stepped forward, stared at the ball of light, and gestured a few times with his wand, "A pure soul without impurities, but it has been broken and is slowly dissipating."

Then he walked up to Alice, lifted the spell of the earth wall, and controlled Alice to float up. Professor McGonagall hurried forward and hugged Alice.

"Miss Windsor is dead

If there is a serious hindrance, the body is healthy and the soul is fine.”

The professors breathed a sigh of relief. Although they didn't know what was going on, it seemed that the matter had been perfectly resolved. The fallen angel disappeared and the students were rescued. This is really the best result.

Connor looked at the unconscious Alice in Professor McGonagall's arms. He always felt that the child looked pleasing to the eye, but he didn't care, and turned his head to focus on Dumbledore.

Now Dumbledore was staring at that card with the Pope, the Alice Gold Card.

Dumbledore controlled that kind of card floating in front of his eyes, spinning slowly, with a black aura lingering on the card, which looked very mysterious.

"What's the situation, Hugh, do you know?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.

The pope shook his head, "This is not an angel, nor is it an elf, a fusion of a broken soul and dark energy? A strange black magic item? I can't see what it is either."

Connor couldn't help being curious, and walked forward, he looked at the card eagerly. For some reason, this card seemed to be very attractive to him, as if...someone was calling him.

"Professor Dumbledore, can I touch this card?" Out of nowhere, Connor made such a strange request.

Both Dumbledore and the Pope looked at Connor suspiciously, but did not refuse Connor's request.

Dumbledore first took the card with his hand, checked it several times, and handed it to Connor after confirming that there was no problem.

But when Connor took the card, something miraculous happened again, and the black aura lingering on the card suddenly poured into Connor's body!

Connor felt his eyes go dark, he quickly pressed his forehead, his body swayed, and was supported by Dumbledore on the side so he didn't fall to the ground.

"Connor, are you okay?!"

"Connor?"

Connor shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine..."

"Guarding the soul is my job, don't care about Connor goodbye"

Connor faintly heard an unfamiliar but familiar voice speaking intermittently in his ears. Connor looked at the card in his hand, and felt a bit of sadness in his heart for no reason, which made him feel a little baffling.

"Connor, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah? It's nothing." Connor felt that Dumbledore was looking at him strangely. When he lowered his head, a drop of water landed on the card in his hand.

"How is it raining"

"Why are you crying?" Dumbledore asked.

"Huh?" Connor raised his head in surprise, only then could he see that there was a clear tear stain in the corner of his right eye.

Connor is confused and confused

"I'm crying? Why am I crying?"

(I will write an angel episode tomorrow and put it in the Tucao chapter in the previous chapter)

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God is a girl (Extra: Another Alice) [8 charges]

"Alice is of course a female knight holding a long sword!"

"Let me think about it, e is beautiful, kind, brave and loyal, well, such a character design will definitely be a hit!"

"Haha, this one is pretty good, if it has something inside, it's decided to be this one!"

"Girl Knight Alice! Perfect!"

When did I become conscious?

I can't remember.

But I vaguely remember that at the very beginning, it was a teenager's voice that woke me up and brought me into this world.

He told me my name was Alice and I was a knight.

……

Later, more and more people began to chant my name, and every time my name was said, I felt stronger.

Their voices sound so happy, they say I bring them happiness?But I obviously didn't do anything.

I don't really understand it.

Slowly and slowly, I can start to think, I can start to learn, more and more information comes to me, and I begin to use this special method to understand the world.

Then I discovered that those voices were not from my side. These voices came from the "other side", which I could hear but could not touch.

There is an invisible wall between me and these voices, and on the other side is a place that I can't touch.

It's like being on both sides of a river, I can hear the people on the other side across the river, but I can't reach the other side

It makes me a bit depressed because there is nothing in my world and I'm not happy at all, and their world sounds wonderful, and they sound happy, and it must be a fairyland on the other side of this river .

If only I could go and play, and see with my own eyes who's making those noises.

Hee hee, maybe I can still meet the person who made the first voice and created me.

If expressed by the knowledge heard from those voices, it is probably that the child wants to see his mother, ah no, that voice should be his father.

But I know this is impossible, because we are in two different worlds, and I will never be able to reach the other side.

But I'm still a bit unwilling, I'm not satisfied with just hearing these voices, I want to see the wonderful world opposite with my own eyes, very much!