Connor's Hogwarts

"Hey, then why?" Alice was confused, then why did this magic suddenly become able to change the world when it came to you?

Connor smiled and pressed Alice's head: "Because the times have changed, kid."

"what"

"Have you forgotten how my monster cards are produced?"

"Magic Factory" Alice's eyes lit up.

"That's right, in our era, magic scrolls can already be mass-produced. This is why I have the confidence to shake the world."

"It turned out to be so amazing." Alice has completely become a little fan girl, and I don't know if she is pretending or playing the role in real life, but anyway, Connor is very useful, he likes others to praise him the most.

"There is one more question, Connor, what do the paintings on these cards mean? Do these paintings not move? Is there any special meaning?" Alice blinked and asked, pointing at the cards on the table. , Connor is far-sighted, then these cards must also

"Ahem, this one doesn't."

"Hey" Alice was stunned.

"That's what I drew on it casually. It doesn't have any special meaning except to cover up the traces of the magic pattern underneath."

"Oh, that's it." Alice came back to her senses, didn't care, and asked enthusiastically, "So when are you going to release these magic cards, Connor? By the way, what's the name of your card? Is it called a magic card?"

"Whatever, when it comes out, people will give it a name, Connor, Lake, or Clow"

"Why is the Clow card called the Clow card and who is Clow?"

"Hmm, keep this secret, you will know when the time comes."

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Connor had a lot of things to consider, but none of his arrangements could see results in a short while, and the days were still passing day by day. At the end of March, this year's Easter holiday finally arrived.

"A lot of things happened last Easter," Connor sighed as he walked away from the castle with the fat fox Mira in his arms.

"Ha, time flies so fast, it always feels like it happened yesterday." George laughed.

"I remember Roger being left at school last year. It was a sad story." Fred laughed, patting Roger on the back.

"Hey, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have seen such a wonderful battle," Roger muttered. This year, he finally didn't have to be left behind at school. Staying in school during the holidays is not a pleasant experience.

"See you"

"See you"

After parting from Lee and Roger at the train station, Connor and the twins walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Ah, Charlie has graduated, and the three of us will be the only ones walking this way home from now on," George said with some emotion.

"Hey, Percy hasn't graduated yet, he'll cry when he hears that." Connor laughed, Percy didn't plan to go home this holiday because he had to prepare for the OW exam.

"Ha, Lord Percy is a prefect, why would he be with us common people." The two brothers had been at odds with Percy, and Connor had nothing to do about it.

"By the way, Ivan didn't come home with you?" Fred bumped Connor with his shoulder.

"Hehehe, I gave him a death order. If he doesn't pass the No. 1 exam at the end of the semester, his pocket money will be deducted. Now he should study nervously in the library." Connor laughed happily: "Said Wake up, isn't Ron going home?"

"He said he would stay at school with Harry." Fred shrugged. "Ron is fine, but Ginny will be upset if Ivan doesn't come home."

"Hey, there's no need for us big brothers to worry about those little devils."

Several people were talking and laughing as they walked on the streets of Hogsmeade Village. Suddenly, George pointed in the direction of the Pig's Head Bar and said, "Look, isn't that Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, it's him, I'll never forget the back of his head." Fred curled his lips: "I didn't say that, Quirrell is the worst Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever taught, I really doubt his timidity." How dare your character walk into the dark forest?"

"" Next year you will meet Connor, who is a better professor, looking at Quirrell who walked into the Pig's Head Bar thoughtfully. Speaking of which, Quirrell has been hiding very well, and he has no flaws in school.

Connor remembered that Quirrell seemed to be secretly hunting unicorns, but this semester, the Forbidden Forest has been very quiet, and this kind of thing didn't happen because it hasn't come yet?

"Indeed, I hope we can find a better professor next year." George nodded in agreement.

""Hey, hey, your mentality is not good. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is not a disposable product. Connor complained silently in his heart, and waved his hand: "Then I'm going to my grandfather's house, see you later."

"See you."

Connor walked out of the streets of Hogsmeade village alone, seeing that there were no pedestrians around, Angel silently showed his original shape beside Connor, Connor put his hand on Angel's head with a smile, and then led her towards Go to Lake Manor.

"Welcome home, Master Connor."

"Hello, Bass." Connor greeted the old elf of his grandfather's house with a smile, and asked, "Is my grandfather at home?"

"Master has been waiting for Master Connor in the living room."

"Ah."

"Is this my father's house?" Angel looked around curiously: "It's so beautiful."

"This is my grandfather's home, um, it's also my home, and it's also Angel's home." Connor walked into the house with a smile, and then saw old Diwen standing in the living room and looking at him with a smile.

"You're back, Connor." After hugging Connor, old Diwen's eyes were attracted by the white-haired and red-eyed Angel behind Connor: "Connor, this child is"

"This is another work of mine." Connor said with a smile, "Her name is Angel."

Angel stretched out her small head and looked at Old Diwen with her magnificent eyes, and said in a charming voice, "Hello, great-grandfather."

""

Quiet.

"Ahem, Connor, this is"

"Well, for some reason, Angel has been calling me father, it's a habit, just get used to it." Connorpi said with a smile, it was too embarrassing, she shouldn't have called me father in the first place, it must be Don't let Angel call Grandma Flora, or someone will die

"Is that so?" Old Diwen didn't care much: "So she is also a magic painting with a soul."

Connor nodded, then took out a painting from his pocket, looked at his ancestor Monet who was looking at him with interest: "Mr. Monet, I want to hide Angel's original painting in your painting world .”

"Connor kid, I'm not your locker here"

Patriarch Monet cursed reluctantly, but Connor finally got in. Connor thought this was the safest place in the world, and no safe was more reliable than this.

After it was over, Connor and his grandfather sat opposite each other.

"Then let me tell you in detail, Connor, your adventure story, I want to hear it again."

Connor rolled his eyes. He couldn't remember how many times he had told the story recently, but he couldn't help it. What should be said was still to be said.

"Then let's start with Ms. Gray."