Connor's Hogwarts

"There are no more fallen angels, Kid Connor." The pope glanced at them indifferently, "Although I don't know how you did it, you did save that little girl."

He flipped the card lightly again, "Also wiped out the angels."

"Destroyed?"

Dumbledore nodded and explained, "This card only contains the incomplete soul of the angel. In a sense, the angel has indeed been wiped out."

Connor felt inexplicably complicated.

The Pope shook his head, "We will give an explanation to the British Ministry of Magic this time, and your minister seems to be getting impatient."

It was only then that Connor realized that there were several circles of wizards on brooms in the air not far from the Forbidden Forest, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic had already surrounded it.

"Dumbledore, I think we should discuss the follow-up of this matter"

"Of course, there is no problem. We really shouldn't keep others waiting." Dumbledore shook the card in his hand and said to Connor, "Connor, lend me your card for a while."

After speaking, he was about to turn around and walk away.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore." Connor suddenly grabbed Dumbledore, pointed to the light ball that was still floating in the air and asked, "Professor Dumbledore, is that also the soul of an angel? Then how to deal with this?" ah?"

"Oh, that, the soul above is already dissipating, and it will probably dissipate completely by dawn. It's just a dissipating incomplete soul, which has no value, let alone I have another half here." Dumbledore Lido explained, and then began to order the professors to clean up the scene and arrange for the aftermath.

But when Connor heard this, he felt even more uncomfortable. He subconsciously felt that he should do something.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"Huh?" Dumbledore turned to look at Connor again.

"That," Connor asked hesitantly, "can you help me collect this soul?"

Connor pointed to the ball of light.

"Oh? What are you collecting this for?" Dumbledore asked curiously. "A broken and incomplete newborn soul. If you want to study the soul, you can use the soul in this card of yours."

"Oh, wizard." The pope whispered bb.

"No, no." Connor looked at the "hourglass" that was slowly falling apart, but he couldn't think of any reason. He just... simply didn't want to just watch it disappear like this.

"Well, I don't care what your reason is, I can still help with this little thing." Dumbledore didn't care, he stretched out his wand, and drew the white light to him

"About the magic of preserving the soul, I haven't actually studied it in detail, and this soul is still an unconscious soul. Even if the soul without self-awareness is preserved, it will slowly dissipate."

After some operations, Dumbledore asked, "Then where do you think you keep this soul, Connor? Once the soul is attached to the entity, it is difficult to separate them, so you finally use some indestructible things as Possessions, of course, ordinary items are also acceptable.”

Connor froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and began to rummage in his pocket, and found a piece of paper the size of a postage stamp, which was the ultra-thin paper he made before.

Great "magic paper", Connor handed the paper to Dumbledore, "Use this, Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh, gold paper, I didn't expect you to have such a thing." Dumbledore smiled and took this small stamp. "Indeed, it's a good choice to use this to store souls."

Dumbledore drew the little piece of soul into Connor's stamp with his wand. As the light slowly melted into the stamp, Connor felt a sense of relief.

"Okay, here you are, although I put my soul into this piece of paper, because this soul has no consciousness, it will completely dissipate after a long time. I estimate that this soul will disappear completely in about half a year. , You should make good use of this time."

"Filius, take Connor back, he is also very tired tonight." Dumbledore greeted Professor Flitwick, and then said to Connor, "Tonight's matter really should not put you got involved, but you did a great job, a great job."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "Let's leave the next thing to the professors, you go home first, get a good night's sleep, and don't worry about the next thing."

Connor stroked the small stamp, always feeling that the paper in his hand was a bit heavier, "Okay, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore nodded, turned and left, walked a few steps and stopped suddenly, turned around and said, "By the way, Happy Easter, Connor."

"Enjoy your Easter break, it's all over."

"And you too, Professor. Happy Easter."

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Chapter 199

"you're awake?"

When Connor woke up in a daze, he heard his grandfather's familiar voice. He sat up and looked around in a daze.

This is your own room, right?Where did grandfather's voice come from?Then he quickly noticed his grandfather who was sitting in a chair reading a book.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it looked like it should be mid-afternoon.

Connor shook his drowsy head, and greeted him in a daze, "Good morning, grandfather."

"It's not morning, Connor." Old Diwen closed the book, stood up and walked to Connor's bedside. "How do you feel?"

Connor gave a big stretch. "Ugh—I've never felt better."

Last night Connor seemed to fall asleep on the way back (from the Forbidden Forest to Lake Manor), and this sleep was really sound, Connor felt that he had never slept so comfortably before, and

Connor also felt that his magic power seemed to have increased a lot, and he had a strange feeling of clearing his mind. The world seemed to become "clearer" in his eyes, just like wearing glasses for myopia .

"It seems that your body is fine."

"Mmm, I feel great."

Connor nodded cheerfully, he watched his grandfather put his hands on his shoulders, just when Connor thought his grandfather wanted to comfort him

"Mouth--!"

Then, Connor disappeared into the room

"Changkouding——!"

Connor pia~ fell on the floor suddenly, feeling dizzy, unable to distinguish north from south, his eyes seemed to have turned into mosquito-repellent eyes.

Connor stood up staggeringly, spun around on the spot several times and then sat down on the ground, finally holding back his vomiting.

"Stinky old man! You... what are you doing!" Connor cursed angrily. He just woke up and was suddenly apparated by someone. No one knows what it feels like.

"Hmph!" But old Divin didn't give Connor any good looks. He sat back on the sofa, and Connor realized that he had come to Lake Manor.

"Do you remember what good thing you did last night?"

Connor lay down on the sofa cursing, "What's wrong with me!? I went to save people! I did a great job!"

"Are you still reasonable!?" Old Diwen stared, and poked the floor fiercely with his cane, "Do you know how dangerous what you did!? Are you so capable? Are your wings hard? You got involved What are you doing with this kind of thing? Do you think your life is not comfortable enough?! Our family was worried about you last night. Do you know the seriousness of the matter? Can you think about your mother before you do such stupid things in the future? Think about your younger siblings?!"

Connor shrank his neck, not daring to talk nonsense, it's okay if you speak loudly, and Connor whispered, "I'm fine."

"You are lucky!" Old Diwen seemed to poke a hole out of the floor. "Don't meddle in your own business! Do you still remember the family rules of our Lake family?!"