Connor's Hogwarts

In fact, Connor is still in shock right now. What Harry did was completely beyond his expectations. It’s not that Harry controlled the magic power to defeat the Bludger, which surprised him. It’s just another wonderful use of magic power. That's it, nothing out of the ordinary, what shocked Connor was the red magic flame...

This is very abnormal, okay! ?The style of painting has been completely changed by you!We in the wizarding world don't have such a strange skill set for a hot-blooded young man!Please respect the original, please! !

Just as Connor thought, magic power is a very magical thing that can be used in many ways, but no matter what the situation is, in the common sense of wizards, magic power is a colorless, odorless, formless and formless thing that cannot be seen. , can't touch it.

Just like the magic umbrella made by Connor with magic plasticity, if it wasn't for the raindrops falling on it to leave traces of rainwater, under normal circumstances, the umbrella would not be visible at all, because it is purely made of magic power and has not been deformed.

But Harry's burning magical power is like some strange magic, which can be seen by the naked eye, let alone have that kind of destructive power... This is very unmagical, and it should not be done at all Things, this thing can't be explained.

Therefore, Connor's curiosity suddenly arose. The "observation object" he had been too lazy to observe actually showed such an unexpected side, which is really... too much to be concerned about.

So Connor left his girlfriend behind and came over with great interest, wanting to find out.

Just as Connor approached Harry, who was being supported by a group of people, he happened to hear the voice of the professional actor Mr. Lockhart coming from inside:

"Harry, your hand bones are completely broken! This is not good, but you don't have to worry, I have a very powerful magic here, which can heal you at once, come and give me your hand, don't get excited! Come on, Everyone stand back!"

Before Connor could stop it, when he pushed through the crowd and walked in front of Harry, all he could see was Harry's arm hanging limply on the side like a rubber glove.

"Haha, yes, that's right, sometimes such accidents happen. But the key is that the bones have been connected. This must be remembered. Ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, can you accompany me?" Should Harry go to the infirmary? Madam Pomfrey can, emmm give him a little repair..."

Ah, this... In the end, Harry still couldn't escape the fate of drinking Bone Spirit... Connor didn't fluctuate in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little, but it seems that Harry will definitely be admitted to the infirmary tonight Well, then I don’t need to worry, I’ll go to meet Mr. Savior tonight, maybe I can meet that little elf by the way...

It just so happens that the experiments on both sides have entered the bottleneck, and it is not bad to find a research object that can be used as a pastime~

Thinking this way, Connor quietly withdrew from the crowd, and few people even noticed that he had been there. Of course, this does not include our principal.

Just as Connor was about to slip away, Dumbledore caught him. The old man was even more elusive than him.

"Connor, did you teach Harry the...magic that Harry used just now?" Dumbledore asked with a strange expression.

"Huh? Why do you have such an idea? Isn't it always Gandalf's task to teach Harry? I gave the right to use Gandalf to you, the professor, and that strange flame...you Do you really think it's magic?"

Connor folded his arms and said angrily that since he was "suspected" by the professors, "cast into the cold palace" and restricted a lot of "good student privileges", Connor has never had tea with Dumbledore. It wasn't so pretty when I met Dumbledore Connor.

"After all, I have the impression that you are the only one who can do these weird things..." Dumbledore stroked his beard: "So, it seems that Harry made something up by himself? It seems true. It's like a new type of magic...I didn't expect this kid to be so worried..."

Connor curled his lips, no one will really be your marionette, he wanted to say this, but in the end he said it from his heart: "I am a little concerned about Harry's affairs, and I will discuss it with him next. That [Magic], I want to do research with my classmates, so I don’t need to apply to you for this kind of thing?”

Dumbledore smiled: "Look at what you said, when have we restricted you? Why is it as if you have been wronged?"

"Ha, that's good. If there is nothing else, I will leave first. I still have... ah, my girlfriend is still waiting for me. Goodbye, Mr. Principal." Connor waved his hand, turned around and left Lost.

Just as Connor left, a figure stepped out from the shadow behind Dumbledore.

"Aren't you a little too used to Connor? Although I know he is excellent, but because of his excellence, are you really not worried that he will become the next Dark Lord? With the strength of the Lake family, if he has If you have any ambitions, the impact is not just as simple as the United Kingdom..."

"Hehehe, Severus, you don't have to worry about Connor, he'll be on [our] side, he's not like Tom...and...you don't think Connor, who is a child Isn't Na cute?"

"... Dumbledore, he's only a child, one can't... at least shouldn't..."

"Ahem, have you misunderstood something? What I mean is that Connor now looks more like a boy of this age than he used to. I have always read that kid's mind before. I don’t know, but now it’s much easier to guess, hehehe, this kind of change is very good, isn’t it?”

"In the end, you are still spoiling him. If you want me to say, before the real criminal is found out, Connor's actions should be restricted. This is for the sake of the school and for his own good..."

"Severus, I don't agree with this. You know too little about Connor, and after so many years your ideas are still so old-fashioned. Compared with those energetic students, I think you need to try Go change it."

"Oh, there is only one meaning left in my life, and I don't need to make any changes at all!" Snape growled hoarsely.

"I heard that Connor's magic brush can draw people who walk out of the portrait, maybe you should try to learn how to draw?" Dumbledore finished with winking eyebrows, smiled mysteriously at Snape, and then was as chic as Connor left.

"..." Snape stood where he was, and turned away after a while.

"boring."

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Lockhart didn't magically set Harry's bones together, he removed Harry's bones entirely.

So Harry had to come to the school infirmary to receive treatment from Madam Pomfrey. After drinking the magical potion "Skeletal Spirit", Harry had to lie in the school infirmary all night.

Harry's friends gave him a small celebration party in the school infirmary. Although there was a little accident in the process, winning the game was indeed something worth celebrating.

The heroic posture of Harry punching the Bludger also left a deep impression on everyone...

After his friends were driven away by Madam Pomfrey, Harry's ward was finally quiet. Harry recalled what happened today, and the corners of Harry's mouth unconsciously twitched.

Thinking that soon he would be able to cut down the big tree with his sword, Harry couldn't help being happy, he couldn't even care about the knife-like pain in his arm, he must have a good dream tonight.

Just as Harry was lying on the verge of falling asleep, he suddenly felt someone wipe his face with a sponge.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and found that an unexpected guest had suddenly appeared in his room.

"It's you!? Go away!" cried Harry, who had already recognized the comer. "Dobby!"

The house-elf stared at Harry in the dark with eyes as large as tennis balls, a tear rolling down his long, pointed nose.

"Harry Potter is back at school," he whispered sadly. "Dobby has reminded Harry Potter several times. Ah, sir, why didn't you heed Dobby's warning? It's all Dobby's failure to stop Harry." Potter on the train..."

"How dare you appear in front of me!" Harry propped himself up from the pillow and pushed Dobby's sponge away: "I already know who your master is! Did Malfoy send you to disgust me! ? And what do you mean by preventing me from taking the train?"

Dobby's lips trembled, he nodded and shook his head desperately, and his ugly head kept moving: "Dobby did it on his own will, it has nothing to do with anyone, everything Dobby does is to be able to Get Harry Potter out of school! It's all about protecting Harry Potter!"

Harry laughed angrily: "To protect me? If you really came to protect me, then I don't have to lie in the hospital—wait! You are the one who tampered with the Bludger!"

Dobby shook his body back and forth, flapping his big ears: "All this is to get Harry Potter out of school, to protect Harry Potter..."

"You!" Harry wanted to get up and beat someone, but he couldn't do it because of the severe pain in his arm, so he could only stare at Dobby angrily, and said angrily, "You'd better run away before my bones grow. , Dobby, or I'll strangle you."

Hearing this threat, Dobby smiled lightly: "Dobby is used to threats of death. Dobby can hear five times a day at home."

He blew his nose on the corner of the dirty pillowcase he was wearing, looking pitiful.

"Why are you wearing that, Dobby?" Harry asked curiously.

"Is this, sir?" Dobby bowed his head and tugged at the pillowcase. "It's a symbol of house-elf slavery, sir. Dobby is only free when his master gives him clothes to wear. Everyone in the family Be very careful not to give Dobby even a pair of socks, sir, because then Dobby will be free, and leave their house forever—"

Before Dobby finished speaking, he saw a hand appear in front of him, and then... Dobby's neck was strangled, and the moment Dobby relaxed, Harry seized the opportunity to stretch out his left hand quickly and decisively Grabbing him by the neck, veins popped in Harry's palms.

"Don't think I'll let you go, Dobby," Harry said with a gloomy face at the moment, "you messed with me at the Dursleys' house, and controlled the Bludger to attack me, besides Dudley, you were the first I have suffered such a big loss, you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!"

Harry yanked his hands hard, intending to pinch Dobby unconscious just like that. Dobby's tennis-ball-sized eyes were full of disbelief, then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and when he reappeared, he was far away from the hospital bed The corner is gone.

"Ahem! Ah, if only Harry Potter knew..." Dobby moaned, rubbing his neck, more tears rolling down his tattered pillowcase.

"...if only he knew what he meant to us humble, enslaved little ones in the wizarding world! Dobby hasn't forgotten the time when the One Who Must Not Be Named was at his strongest, sir! People treat us house-elves like vermin, sir! Of course they still treat Dobby like that, sir."