Connor's Hogwarts

There has been a "Facebook wind" among wizards. If you don't have Facebook, no one will want to make friends with you.

Some old wizards even went to the newspapers to scold the Lake family, saying that the young wizards now have become "low-headed people." The evil Lake group is turning the wizarding world into a mess.

After the efficiency of information dissemination has been improved, the changes brought to the wizarding world are very drastic. The release of the magic pen has even opened the wizarding world to a "violent" mode. More and more wizards have set their sights on this emerging "industry" "Among them.

The sluggish wizarding world seemed to be rejuvenated all of a sudden, and the bustling Hogwarts was just a microcosm of the entire wizarding society. The wizarding world had already begun to change under the impetus of a pair of invisible hands.

And the "behind the scenes" that caused all this!The man who changed the wizarding world! ——Connor Sama, watching all this silently.

"Connor, why are you here? I was just looking for you."

Connor's aura was broken, and he turned around with a smile on his face: "I just came out of the laboratory, and I'm here to take a breath. You came just in time, and I just happened to be looking for you..."

"Don't make trouble, someone is there..." Penello rolled her eyes and pushed Connor's "clutch" away, but there was no sign of reluctance on her face. She whispered: "Be careful outside. What do people do when they see it?"

"Hey..." Connor smiled and didn't say much. He turned around and looked at the crowd below the competition hall. Penello stood behind him in the same manner as in the past.

"What's wrong? What are you looking for me for?"

"The first power plant on the Muggle side has been prepared, and the Duke of Devonshire is already urging us to send 'raw materials'."

"Well, I see, I will arrange it."

"And from home... ahem, I sent a few letters from Mr. Diwen..."

"Huh? What kind of letter does the old man write to me if he has nothing to do? Can he say on Facebook if there is something to do?"

"Those are a few 'cover letters' written by foreigners who want to apply for the school's professorship. They should only be forwarded to you through Mr. Diwen's relationship."

"Tsk, the entrusted relationship has been entrusted to me. Should I say that these people are really well-informed? Since the old man didn't mention it to me, they are not important people. They are probably mediocre. They threw the letter to me because they couldn't save face. Yes, leave him alone."

"Oh, the last thing is the enrollment status of the Phoenix Brotherhood and the Nurmengard Brotherhood. The seniors who graduated from the Brotherhood have all applied to join the Phoenix Brotherhood, emmmmm, and Tonks said that she wants to be a vice president long..."

"Leave her alone, let her claw."

"Oh, and the registration situation of the Nurmengard Brotherhood is not optimistic. Currently, there are only five people who have signed up. Excluding me, the three seventh graders who signed up are sixth graders, and... most of them are Muggle-born."

"..." Connor nodded: "Understood, give me the list later."

He sighed: "The seniors who have graduated have jobs, there is no reason to come here just because I said a few words, and it is expected that few people are interested in this branch... In short, take your time, There is no rush."

"Well, that's all. By the way, the student union is going to hold a dance party for senior students tonight, Connor, would you like to..."

"No time."

"Oh." Penello stopped talking.

Connor turned his head and glanced at Penello's pretendingly plain expression, and smiled: "What? Do you want to invite me to the prom party?"

Penello blinked, and said innocently: "The student union has named you and wants to invite you, Connor. I am also a member of the student union, and I was just sent here to ask for your opinion. Anyway, the decision is yours.. .”

"Then I won't go, I still have to do experiments."

"Oh." Penello stopped talking again.

Connor keenly noticed that Penello's eyes were obviously dimmed, he rolled his eyes, and said with a smirk: "But... if Penello admits that you want to go to the dance with me... This is not negotiable.”

The thought was seen through, Penello blushed, and then looked around like a guilty conscience, and when he saw that there was no one around, he lowered his head and whispered: "I...I want to invite you to be my dance partner, because you are a fifth grader To participate, so Alice will not go..."

"Oh? No wonder you're so interested, but she'll know tomorrow, right? I'm going to be unlucky then? Don't you always say we should be more careful?"

Damn Alice!Penello gritted his teeth and cursed angrily in his heart. Although he knew that his relationship with Connor could not be exposed, his unwillingness would not decrease.

Seeing that Penello's shoulders had collapsed again, Connor came up with a teasing smile: "But... yes, as long as you promise me a small condition, I will accompany you."

"Really?" Penello raised his head in surprise and cried out happily.

"Hmm, as long as you promise me a small request." Connor's smile was malicious and rippling, but Penello hadn't noticed it yet.

"I agree!" Penello said without thinking, because in her subconscious, Connor would not harm her. Anyway, her life had been sold to him, so there was nothing else she couldn't do.

Connor smiled and took out a small thing from his pocket and put it in Penello's hand. It was oval, pink and beautiful... It was the "small thing" he hid when he left the laboratory.

"This is a gift I made after a busy day. It's specially given to you. My request is that you bring it to the dance."

Penello stroked the smooth surface of the small thing in his hand. Could it be the egg of some magical animal?She tilted her head and asked curiously:

"What is this? There are traces of magic power in it... the egg of some animal? What is it used for?"

"It's really an 'egg'..."

Connor leaned forward and whispered in Penello's ear, then Penello's face became redder and redder, and finally almost smoke came out, and he almost lost the "little gift" in his hand ".

"How? Are you still willing?"

Penello never thought that Connor's smile could be so...bad. She lowered her head and spoke like a gnat:

"I...I already promised..."