Connor's Hogwarts

Connor is now in the gem corridor of Nicolas, and Artoria is helping Nico refine the small magic stone. Although the real magic stone cannot be refined, it is okay to refine more small ones, eh , the more the better.

Connor put down the newspaper, "No, something went wrong, and my magic cards can't be sold for the time being..."

"what is the problem?"

"E, it's some political mess, I don't care about it if it's so annoying. By the way, Mr. Nico, don't you usually pay attention to the news?"

"Ha, are those so-called big families playing tricks again? That's really boring, hehe, why don't I pay attention to the news? Sometimes the news I hear, when I recover from the experiment, I don't know the past How many years?" Nico shrugged:

"I have lived for a long time, and many things that are important to the world are nothing more than that to me. My perception of time has become dull, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I can't understand your feelings." Connor chuckled lightly, "That's still a bit too far away for me."

"Actually, it's not far away." Nico threw the newly practiced little Philosopher's Stone to Connor, and said with a smile, "With the Philosopher's Stone, age is just a number to us."

Connor took the crystal clear magic stone, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Mr. Nico, how much Azot does it take to make a bottle of elixir?"

Nico rolled his eyes at Connor and smiled: "It will consume a lot. If you want to mass-produce the elixir of life, it is impossible. The Philosopher's Stone also needs to be exchanged at an equal value. I have spent hundreds of years The life of the Azot was produced within a few years of consuming tens of millions of people back then. With the current population of the wizarding world, there are even fewer elixirs that can be produced."

Connor was thoughtful: "So, it's a bit of a disadvantage to use the Philosopher's Stone to produce the elixir of life."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

Connor stroked the ruby ​​in his hand, and said, "Because if you use the Sorcerer's Stone as a source of magic power, you won't be able to use it up at all, and the price-performance ratio is much higher."

Nico touched his chin: "If used as a source of magic power, it is indeed inexhaustible energy, but what do you want to use it for? We wizards don't lack magic power at all."

Ha, the great alchemist's vision is also limited, Connor laughed: "There are so many things that can be done, Mr. Nico, can we make one to extract the magic power in the Sorcerer's Stone?" magic props?"

Nico thought for a while, then nodded: "Of course there is no problem, it's quite simple to do it."

Connor smiled: "Then our Hogwarts Express may not need to burn coal anymore, or, Mr. Nico, let's make a magic engine together!"

That's right, the Hogwarts Express actually burns coal. This thing is essentially an old-fashioned Muggle train, except that magic is used to shovel coal and add fire instead of people.

"Oh! Is it something like a Muggle steam engine or an internal combustion engine? I have learned about it before, and it doesn't seem difficult to make it." Nicole's eyes lit up, and he became a little interested, but he quickly shook his head again, Looking at Connor, he said, "Leave that alone, Connor, how is your alchemy going?"

Now, Connor, who is Nico’s chief disciple, also has his own alchemy laboratory in the Gem Corridor. Standing in front of his desk, Connor spread his hands and responded: “Oh, in terms of alchemy, I can already use my own alchemy laboratory very well. Azot, look"

Connor took out a silver Sickle from his pocket, and he spread his hand, the silver Sickle that was lying in his palm slowly floated up and hovered in his palm, and then the silver coin began to melt, shape, and solidify. A silver arrow appeared in Connor's hand. The arrow had a cold metallic luster, giving it an indestructible feeling.

Connor transformed a silver Sickle into another alloy through alchemy.

"Not bad, you are indeed able to use Azot very well." Nico nodded with satisfaction: "You are indeed very talented in alchemy."

"Thank you, maybe I'm good at transfiguration. Once I understand the characteristics of various metals, it's quite smooth to transform."

"It's only now that I realize that I have been using Azot all the time when I was painting magic paintings. After understanding the essence of alchemy, I can even cast spells more and more easily." Connor snapped his fingers, the silver arrow, It turned into a silver ring again, and was held in Connor's hand.

"And I feel that not only has my spellcasting ability improved, but even some of my previous ideas about making magic props have become clearer."

"Hehe, alchemy is a higher level of magic than transfiguration. If you learn alchemy well, the world is so big, you can go there." Nico said proudly, "I have enough alchemy materials here for you to learn for a long time. It’s still dragon’s blood, I have the detailed information here, when you finish studying my collection of books here, your alchemy will almost be able to enter the room, Connor, I am very optimistic about you.”

"It's cultivated by the teacher." Connor smiled. Alchemy is the same as transfiguration. If you want to learn it, you must have a deep understanding of the nature of a certain substance. The more knowledge you have, the stronger the alchemy will be. Those polymer chemistry and atomic physics courses feel similar, esoteric and difficult.

"By the way, Mr. Nico, I'm researching a magic prop recently. I want to make a magic paintbrush so that wizards who don't know how to draw magic can also draw magic paintings. The core of this prop is actually to use Azuo Special, combined with alchemy, I'm almost ready to research the finished product, teacher, please help me see."

Overall, Connor's life was unaffected

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That night, when Connor returned home from the apparition experiment, he happened to meet Fred and George who had come to the cabin in the woods.

"Connor!? You learned to Apparate!?" Fred's mouth was so big that he could eat a dragon's egg.

"Hmm, I just learned it a few days ago, so don't tell everyone, I don't want to receive a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic." Connor shrugged and asked, "Why are you looking for me?"

"Oh, Connor, do you want to ride with us to Muggle World? My dad's car!" George winked and hinted frantically.

"Huh? Why are you going to the Muggle world? Are you free? I don't have time." Connor waved his hand and was about to refuse.

Fred said quickly: "Don't worry! We are going to do serious business!"

George nodded again and again: "That's right, that's right, serious business!"

Connor looked at the two suspiciously, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"

The twins looked at each other, and Fred said with an exaggerated expression: "We suspect that poor Harry has been kidnapped!"

"That's right! Harry hasn't responded to a Facebook message in a month, and he hasn't responded to a letter! We can't reach him at all, something must have happened to him!"

Connor suddenly realized that it will be July 7 in a few days, and Harry's birthday is coming soon. Is this the beginning of the second grade story?But Harry is no longer the five scumbags of war, so he is still mixed up to the same level as before?

"So what are you going to do?"

"We're going to drive to get Harry out!"

"Yes! Just use Dad's car! Fly over there!"

"Connor! Hang out with us!" x2

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Harry thinks he's had a terrible summer.

First of all, he found out on the second day after returning home that his Facebook seemed to have disappeared, and he couldn’t find it anywhere, but he clearly remembered that he brought it back, which made him very depressed.

Because it means he won't be able to chat with his friends for a summer vacation, and he can't go to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade to buy a new Facebook

Originally, Harry was lucky enough to write a letter to Ron to ask him to send him a new Facebook, and then write to other friends to exchange lenses, but all the letters he wrote fell into the sea, and no one gave it to him. He wrote back, not a single one!

This made Harry very uncomfortable. Could it be that all the friends he made in school were superficial brothers?In fact, they didn't regard themselves as friends at all?Have you always been self-indulgent?Harry plunged into deep self-doubt

But Harry could only accept the result bitterly. In this way, Harry spent a whole month in his new room—a life obsessed with fitness

After all, there was nothing to do, and he didn't have time to buy materials for the new semester, and he had no other friends in the Muggle world. In this indifferent world, only fitness can bring him some warmth

The only thing that is gratifying is that cousin Dudley no longer dares to bully himself, as long as he says something about magic, he can be scared to scream, the Dursleys don't know that they are Magic cannot be used outside of school.

Besides, with his current physical fitness, Harry doesn't think that a mere lump of fat can beat him

This boring life continued until Harry's birthday.

On his birthday this year, Harry met his second-year nightmare - Dobby.

Dobby was a house-elf, and Harry didn't know what a house-elf was, or so Dobby called himself anyway.