Connor's Hogwarts

In the morning, a Ravenclaw dormitory for boys.

Amidst the dynamic music, toothbrushes and towels danced in the air and floated across the aisle. A toothbrush that was not very smart hit the wall next to the bathroom again and again. It was not easy to find the right door. It was waiting for it. The impatient owner caught it in his hand

On the other side, Connor, who had just woken up, opened the curtains of the room and embraced the sun, full of positive energy.

It's the second day of school and I'm in a good mood.

After a while, Roger's somewhat inarticulate voice came from the bathroom: "Kong Na...our morning class today...Four No Four Defense Against Dark Arts class"

Connor was still embracing the sun, his pajamas reluctantly leaving his body, and then pushed aside by the excited school shirt.

"Yes, Professor Lockhart's class."

"Then did you hear the rumors about the second graders yesterday afternoon?"

After washing, Roger leaned against Connor's door and raised his eyebrows.

In order to make the dormitory more livable, Connor got Dumbledore's permission to renovate the space of his dormitory. Now Connor and Roger finally don't have to live in the same room. It is an upgraded luxury dormitory with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom.

"Rumors" Connor snapped his fingers. The college robe floating in the air next to him suddenly leaked and spread out on the bed. "You mean the rumors about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Yes, I heard that they made a set of questions for the first class, which were all our Professor Lockhart's personal hobby questions..."

Roger smiled and spread his hands, "Then he released a bunch of Cornish elves and made a mess in the classroom. I heard that the elves threw all his wands downstairs. That Longbottom of Gryffindor The elf even hung him on the chandelier by his ears. Hahaha, it seems that our new professor is not as omnipotent as the rumors say..."

"The rumors may not necessarily be true, but Roger, if you are more careful, you will find... Professor Lockhart's name was indeed engraved on the college's wall of honor more than ten years ago..."

Connor pushed Roger away and headed to the bathroom, where Roger saw the buttons on his shirt trying to fasten himself.

"I know that, okay, but being a Ravenclaw prefect doesn't prove anything, does it?"

"Well, it's nothing. I won't tell Penelo what you said."

"Don't be like this Connor, I also plan to become the Quidditch captain this semester. I will have a headache if Penelo blocks my application."

"Don't worry, you don't know who I am. I said I won't snitch, so I won't. Besides, what is our relationship? Your position as captain is very secure."

"No, hey Connor, look me in the eyes and speak. Don't leave. Please open the door."

The dormitory for male high school students is daily, friendly and harmonious.

After breakfast in the Great Hall, fourth-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the term.

Connor was chatting in the hallway with Roger and Cedric.

"Connor, have you taken note of Lockhart's hobbies?"

Connor looked at Cedric with a strange expression: "Why should I remember such a damn thing?"

"I'll have to do the questions later. Don't you know you don't want to get college points?"

It appears that word has spread throughout the school that Lockhart will be taking a "Gidero familiarity" test in his first class.

Cedric, the scoring champion of Hufflepuff, said with an expectant and bitchy look on his face. He almost had the words "You will give up on getting house points" written on his face.

Poor Hufflepuff has been last in the House Cup for four consecutive years. If you say you don't care, you'd be lying. No, poor Cedric wants to get points by pleasing the professor.

Connor rolled his eyes, waved his hands and said, "I don't have the time to remember Lockhart.