Connor's Hogwarts

After listening to Connor's story, old Divin fell into deep thought. He began to wonder if he had read a fake Hogwarts

Obviously we both go to the same school, why is your campus life so different from mine?

"Sita, I haven't been there a few times in my impression." Old Diwen shook his head, and brought his focus back to the inheritance of knowledge that Connor had obtained: "So, Connor, you have obtained a lot of long-lost magical knowledge. "

"Yes, the paper on the magic scroll has been submitted to the magic magazine, and I plan to disclose the entire spell model. Professor Dumbledore said that I might get the Order of Merlin for it." Connor shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"The Medal of Merlin? That's a good honor, but Connor, are you sure you want to publish all this knowledge?" Old Diwen raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't quite agree with Connor's idea.

"if not"

"" Old Diwen glanced at Patriarch Monet, stroked his beard and said, "I mean that powerful magic knowledge can be passed down as a family inheritance, and it's so precious."

Connor rolled his eyes and interrupted directly: "Stop, stop, what kind of knowledge do you think will be lost in hundreds of years?"

"what"

"Those so-called lost knowledge are all very, very, very difficult magic. If it is a simple and powerful magic, how can it be lost?"

Connor spread his hands: "Scroll magic is almost the simplest magic among them. The remaining ones are difficult to even understand with my ability, so we should not worry about others learning it, but worry about whether anyone can learn it. "

"Knowledge can only be improved through continuous exchange and learning. Grandfather, your concept is too narrow."

Old Diwen blushed when he was told by his grandson, he hesitated and said: "But it's too much to announce it all"

Connor gave old Diwen a sideways look, and this look is the face of an old capitalist. It seems that his grandfather has also been blinded by Jin Jialong in the past few years.

"Don't worry, my plan is to publish those rare and outrageous magics first. This one will have little impact and grandpa, I still have a huge business to hand over to you." Connor said the magic he made The card was pushed in front of Old Diwen.

Old Diwen looked at the card with a beautiful goddess portrait in front of him, and raised his head in doubt: "This is"

"I improved the work with scroll magic, you can see if our factory can produce this"

Old Diwen picked up the card and checked it over and over again: "This magic pattern density is not difficult to produce. What's the use of this?"

"You trigger it with magic power, or tear the card"

Old Divin poured magic power into the card without thinking, and the next moment, a bright ball of light appeared above the card.

"This is Luminescence"

"Yes, the light, sealed a card with a fluorescent spell." Connor said with a smile: "It can cast spells silently, without a staff, without a trace, even Muggles can use it, and it's a one-time item. How many Galleons can we earn once the item is released?"

Old Diwen's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he began to breathe heavily. The small piece of paper in his hand suddenly seemed to weigh as much as a thousand catties.

"Can this card, Connor, seal any magic?" Old Diwen's tone trembled a little.

"Theoretically, it is possible, but if you use a factory for mass production, you should only be able to produce those magic patterns with relatively simple magic patterns. Those with complicated magic patterns, I don't think a magic worker can make a few in a day."

Magic workers refer to those squibs that have no magic power but can’t use magic. The magic power used to produce magic scrolls must be more than that of direct casting. Magic workers themselves have less magic power than wizards. It may be a bit difficult to let them produce this. barely.

"Besides, those magic factories that need to mobilize emotions shouldn't be able to produce them, such as Patronus Charm, Killing Curse, etc." Connor spread his hands: "These magic that mobilizes emotions can be made into magic scrolls by a single person, but mass production is not enough." Not realistic."

"There are also those magic e that consume a huge amount of magic power, the price/performance ratio is very low, and they are also not suitable for production in factories."

Regarding the production of magic cards, Connor has already considered them one by one before. According to his plan, it will take at least half a year from the preparation of the new factory to the official release.

But Connor doesn't have to worry about these matters, just leave this kind of matter to his grandfather. In fact, old Diwen is much more excited than Connor.

"Very well, Connor, with this magic, our Lake family will become England's number one magic family just around the corner, hahahaha, etc."

Old Divin smiled and suddenly turned his head to look at Connor: "Connor, you just said that you have handed in the spell model."

"Yes."

"Hey" Old Diwen almost swallowed his tongue: "Connor, what is this?"

Connor sighed, old man, where did your maturity and stability go: "Don't worry, when others realize the benefits here, our Lakers have already completely occupied the market. What do you think our Lake experience store chain stores are for? Nobody can take our business away."

"Besides, even if they start building factories at that time, they can only grab some soup after us."

"In short, this piece of cake is huge, and our family will definitely not be able to eat it all. The advantages of publishing the spell model outweigh the disadvantages."

"Besides, I still have a lot of tricks that are useless. Believe my grandfather, we can't lose money."

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"I chose you not to be a trash who made you a professor at Hogwarts"

"I'm sorry master, I will definitely find a way to pass as soon as possible"

"Waste, waste, what do you want?"

In a small hotel in Hogsmeade, our Professor Quirrell is kneeling on the floor, shivering.

A piercing voice sounded like a piece of iron scraping through the back of his head: "Waste, this operation will not allow any failures. I don't have the energy to help you catch another giant monster. If you don't succeed this time, Then you go to die"

"I will definitely succeed this time, master, I beg you, give me strength."

"Hmph, trash"

Quirrell's body was covered by a layer of black viscous breath. He lay on his stomach and curled up on the ground, screaming in pain.

After a while, after the strange aura dissipated from his body, he slowly stood up. Quirrell felt the unceasing power in his body, knelt down excitedly and said, "Thank you for the gift, Master."

"Go, you have been strengthened enough to handle this time, don't bother me when I'm tired."

"Yes"

Voldemort, parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head, couldn't help but sneer.What an idiot, I closed my eyes with the power gained from overdrawing my life

Quiver lay on the ground slightly trembling for a while, until there was no more sound from the back of his head, he stood up, put on his hood, and walked out of the room.

Under the watchful eyes of the shop owner, Quirrell left the Pig's Head Bar. Now he has to start thinking about how to complete the task assigned to him by the owner.

He has been dutifully inquiring about the Sorcerer's Stone for the past few months, and he has basically confirmed that Dumbledore put the Sorcerer's Stone in the room at the end of the fourth floor.

But Dumbledore put up obstacles, like the three-headed dog.

In fact, if you want to solve the three-headed dog, Quirrell can still do it. After all, he is still a wizard who has been strengthened by black magic, but it is difficult to pass silently.

He'd already tried it on Halloween, Dumbledore was always keeping an eye on the dog, and the slightest movement would attract Severus or someone

Quirrell really wanted to cooperate with Severus, and wanted to tell him loudly that "we are actually together", but the master behind his head refused to let him do so, saying that he was afraid that he would expose Severus' identity

Is it irrelevant to reveal my identity? Although Quirrell really wanted to ask this question, he didn't dare, he was very scared, he just wanted the master to show mercy and spare his life, and he didn't dare to think about the rest

So he had to figure out his own way to get past the big dog