Connor's Hogwarts

""Harry is convinced that the senior is a pure wizard, he doesn't know what a robot is at all

"Oh! So this is a robot!" Fred and George quickly accepted the setting, and then didn't hide their thoughts at all: "Can Connor send us a robot?"

"Of course not." Connor smiled and rejected their request.

"Why!" George yelled, "Since it's the No. [-] b-type robot, then there must be a No. [-] type-a robot, right? Can you give us your previous works?"

""Sorry, I really don't have this one, Connor replied solemnly: "I destroyed all the failed products. If you want, you can make them yourself. I can teach you how to use alchemy to make golems."

"Then it's settled! After the Monster Cup, you will teach us alchemy!" "It's a deal!"

Harry looked at Ron: "When is the Goblin Cup coming?"

"It starts tomorrow! My God! How come you don't even know this?!" Ron exclaimed in shock.

"Ah, that's because I lived in isolation for a month"

"By the way, what happened to you during your vacation, Harry?"

Thinking of this, Harry immediately became angry, and told several people about meeting Dobby in detail.

"You mean, a house-elf messed up your summer vacation?" Fred said in amazement: "But how is that possible!? House-elves generally don't have the permission of their masters, and generally can't use magic, right? ? Connor."

"Indeed." Connor nodded seriously: "Of course, this also depends on the person. Our family has not restricted my family's cocoa to use magic."

"I think that Dobby was sent to keep you from going back to Hogwarts. Someone was trying to trick you. Do you have any enemies at school? Or the ones from the big families? House-elves usually only have the rich ones." old family." Fred wasn't paying attention at all when he was driving.

"Yes! Malfoy!" said Harry and Ron in unison.

Connor looked at Ivan, and Ivan shrugged: "Don't look at me, I never intervene in their quarrels, but Draco really doesn't get along with Gryffindor."

George turned his head from the co-pilot seat and participated in the discussion: "Draco Malfoy? I remember he is the son of Lucius Malfoy, I heard from my dad that he was going to their house to search for black magic items, oh, You know, the Ministry of Magic is going to ban the use of black magic props recently, because of the rumor about Harry"

Harry frowned, and said loudly, "Voldemort is really back! I saw him with my own eyes!"

"But obviously, there are more people who don't believe you," George shrugged, not dwelling on the subject: "My mother always wanted an elf to iron our clothes, but all we had was that nasty ghoul in the attic and A garden full of goblins”

"You can go to the school kitchen to lure one back home," Connor said with a smile, "Of course, I don't agree with you doing this. If you just want someone to help iron your clothes, you can look forward to the alchemy maid we will launch."

"What!? Your family is going to sell this kind of thing!?" Fred stepped on the gas pedal excitedly: "Then why do we still learn alchemy!? Just buy it!"

"Can you be a little bit good?" Connor shook his head and said to Harry: "If you want to know about house elves, you can ask Coco in our family, well, she is also a house elf, she may know you What about Dobby?"

"Really!?" Harry was pleasantly surprised, and then thanked Connor a little cautiously. After all, he and Connor were the least familiar here. "Thank you, Senior Lake."

Connor waved his hand indifferently: "Small things, and don't be so cynical, just call me Connor."

"Yes, you're welcome, my brother is very talkative!" Ivan patted Harry's shoulder and said in a showy tone.

"Anyway, I'm glad we came to pick you up," said Ron. "I was going to invite you to the Goblin Cup - yes! Did you buy a ticket!?"

"What ticket?"

"Tickets! Don't you know that the first Goblin Cup was held in Hogsmeade Village!? There's an arena built there! Tickets are required to enter!"

"Oh sorry, I didn't pay attention"

Connor looked at Ron strangely: "Have you bought the ticket?"

"That's right! Special class ticket! It used up my pocket money for three months!" Ron said excitedly.

Connor looked at the twins in the front seat again: "I remember, didn't I give you tickets? What?"

Ron's face was stunned, and then he realized that his neck was red with anger, and he yelled: "I ¥...! Fred! George! You pay me back!!!"

The three brothers almost got into a fight in the car.

Connor ignored the three fools, turned around and asked, "Harry, is your Facebook available?"

"Oh! Yes! I snatched it back from Dobby, I'll look for it"

Connor handed Harry a small mirror and said, "This is my Facebook mirror card. I'll just give you the ticket."

"How embarrassing is that?" Harry subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Hey, Harry, the Goblin Cup was originally hosted by our family, so you don't have to be polite about this." Ivan said with a smile.

"Ah, okay, thank you!" Only then did Harry realize that he seemed to know a big family

Harry put Connor's small glasses into Facebook, and when he opened the mirror, he found that there seemed to be something extra in the backpack of the little fox wearing glasses. When he clicked on it, he found that it was a ticket with detailed seat information on it. .

"This is this?" Harry was a little dazed.

Yiwen quickly explained to him: "The tickets for the Goblin Cup are on Facebook! It's not real tickets. You only need to show the tickets on Facebook to enter!"

Harry nodded blankly, feeling that the wizarding world is really magical

"You're going too far west, Fred," George said suddenly, pointing to what looked like a compass on the dashboard.

"By the way, you drive the car out, does your dad know?" Harry thought he knew the answer.

"Oh, yes," said Ron.

"Oh, huh?"

"Mom didn't agree, but after Fred said he pulled Connor, mother agreed."

Harry looked at Connor, and Connor gave him a charming smile,

"" Harry shrank his neck, is this someone else's child?so scary

Harry started looking for something else to talk about: "Ron, what does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic?"

"He's in one of the most boring departments, the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division"

"What does it do? Sounds interesting."

"Oh! Don't mention it, you don't know"

"Fred! Some music!"

-

It was about 10:30 p.m. when a flying car returned to the village of Ottery-Saint Catchpole.

"We're coming!"

"Tonight's drive plan is perfect!"