Connor's Hogwarts

"Professor, what do you mean?" Connor raised his eyebrows, feeling that things were not that simple.

"That's right, what I want you to draw is a deceased friend of mine..." Professor Nott looked a little hesitant, "She has passed away and has no portrait left. I hope... you can help me, let She left a little mark on this world.”

she? Connor thought thoughtfully, "But Professor, why don't you ask my grandfather to draw, I believe he will help you."

Professor Nott shook his head and said, "Because of some things, your grandfather and I have actually broken off our relationship. Connor, I'm sorry for deceiving you before."

"Huh? So Professor Nott, you never found my grandfather at all?" Connor said pretending to be shocked.

"Yes, and I hope this can become a secret between the two of us." Professor Nott said with a pleading tone. "I hope you can keep it a secret for me and not tell your grandfather, at least in the portrait. Don’t tell him until it’s done.”

? Connor is confused. He has to keep it secret even if he draws a picture? I'm afraid there isn't a big melon to eat here.

"Of course, I will pay you. I know you are not short of gold galleons. Is there anything in particular you want? My family has some connections in the black market. If you want to raise a dragon, I can help you with it. One piece."

? ? ? No, I want money! I'm short of money! All my little money is kept by my mother. Moreover, professor, you want to send a child who is not yet eleven years old to a dragon? Are you serious? This is illegal! Have you forgotten that you used to be an Auror? ?

"No, no, actually, I have written to my grandfather before. He asked me to help as much as I can, so I don't have to worry about the reward." Connor endured the heartache and forced a smile, but in fact he was thinking: Please Give me the money! Give me a few Galleons and I'll be happy!

"Did he say that?" Professor Nott fell silent after hearing it. After a while, he raised his head again and said, "But I still hope you can keep it a secret for me. If your grandfather asks, you can answer yes." Can you draw it for me?"

"Uh." Connor frowned. Although it wasn't a big deal if he agreed, this request was a bit weird. Connor always felt that it... made his neck roll.

"If it doesn't work, please keep it a secret until the painting is completed. Please!"

Seeing the pleading in the old professor's eyes, Connor finally nodded. After all, that's what the old man said, and Connor was not a steel spirit, so it didn't matter if he agreed, so he just had to eat for a while. .

"Thank you very much, child, for putting up with an old man's willfulness." Professor Nott breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and walked to the inner room. "Then let's get started."

Professor Nott brought out a metal disk-shaped object from the back room. Connor took a closer look. This thing seemed familiar?

"This is the pensieve. I borrowed it from Professor Dumbledore. We can see other people's memories through it." Professor Nott explained.

It turned out to be this thing. This is an important plot prop. Connor stroked the incomprehensible inscriptions around the round basin, his eyes shining slightly.

"We are going to use this thing to enter my memory, and the person you want to draw is also in my memory."

Professor Nott's wand pulled out a piece of silver thread from his temple and threw it into the pensieve. "Let's go, Connor."

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The vision went dark, and a strong sense of weightlessness came over. When the surrounding environment slowly became clear, Connor and Professor Nott were no longer in the office.

This is a train carriage that looks relatively old-fashioned. There is a black-haired child sitting on the seat, reading a book quietly. From the face, you can probably tell that this is the young Professor Nott.

"Hogwarts Express?" Connor asked. The child didn't respond. The pensieve was just a memory player, but it had no interactive function.

"Yes, Hogwarts Express, this is my memory of the first time I enrolled in school." Professor Nott said next to him. People who entered the Pensieve with their consciousness could actually have a conversation.

At this time, there was a knock on the carriage door, and a beautiful little girl with brown hair opened the door. "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

When the girl opened the door, Connor noticed that the elderly Professor Nott beside him trembled. He thought that this was the person Connor wanted to draw. Connor looked at Professor Nott, who nodded affirmatively.

At this time, the little girl was sitting opposite Professor Nott and introduced herself enthusiastically: "Hello! My name is Mandy Miller. I'm from Nottinghamshire! Nice to meet you!"

"Ah, oh, hello, I'm Zack Nott, nice to meet you." Professor Nott looked very shy when he was a child.

"Can I call you Sack? Hehe, you are the first friend I made after coming to the magic world!" Miss Mandy is very familiar and lively and cheerful.

"This...this...of course." Little Nott's face turned slightly red and he waved his hands as he said.

"Great! You can also call me Mandy! Are your parents wizards? None of my family members are wizards! We were so frightened when we received the letter from the owl! We didn't expect that there really are such things in this world. Wizard! Do you know how to use magic? I don’t understand much of the things in the book..."

This Miss Mandy is not an ordinary familiarity, she can talk a lot without pausing. Then the two little wizards started chatting about each other, and Connor noticed that both Little Nott and Old Nott had smiles on their lips...

... When the train arrived at the station, the two children kept chatting. Miss Mandy asked this and that with great curiosity, and Nott patiently explained to Mandy.

"We will have a sorting ceremony later and we will be sorted into four different houses, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor."

"Eh!? Will we be separated!? How is this happening? Sack, will we be assigned to the same college?"

Little Nott was silent for a moment, "I...I might enter Slytherin, because my family is all Slytherin. I don't know where you will be assigned, but I heard that Slytherin rarely admits A Muggle-born wizard..."

"Hey~ That's it," Mandy was a little disappointed, but she cheered up in the next second, "It's okay! We can still be good friends even if we are assigned to different colleges!"

"Oh? You want to be friends with us Slytherins? Do you think you are... worthy?" At this time, a blond child walked out next to him, glanced at Mandy up and down, and said in a very disgusting manner.

Connor looked at the blond kid with a strange expression, and then looked at Old Nott with questioning eyes.

Professor Nott smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Connor, this is your grandfather."

Connor's impression of his grandfather suddenly collapsed... he couldn't bear to look at it.

Mandy puffed up her cheeks and stared at her little grandfather and said, "Who are you! You are so rude!"

"Hmph! I am Devon Lake of the Lake family, and I am an excellent Slytherin!" That stinky little look... Connor wanted to go up and beat him up when he saw it. This was too embarrassing for the family.

"Slytherin wouldn't want an rude brat like you!" Mandy said angrily, and Connor almost laughed out loud.

Then the two started to quarrel, and Nott was there to break up the fight, and soon the group arrived in front of the Sorting Hat.

Then came the much-loved sorting time. Among the three, grandfather was the first to be called up. As soon as the sorting hat touched grandfather’s head, he called out Slytherin. Then grandfather looked at Nott and Mandy very proudly. Mandy grimaced back.

"Mandy Miller!"

Miss Mandy was next. Mandy stepped forward and put on the Sorting Hat. After a while, the Sorting Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Mandy put down her hat and walked towards the long Gryffindor table. Before anyone could reach it, Professor Nott's name rang out from behind. The names of these three people happened to be lined up together.

"Sack Nott!"

"Slytherin!"

…

Then...the surrounding environment became unreal, and Connor's consciousness returned to his own body. It seemed that a long time had passed. The time inside the pensieve was the same as outside. Even if many scenes were deleted in the middle, it was still two years ago. It's been more than an hour.

"Let's come here today, Connor." Professor Nott smiled and patted Connor on the shoulder, "I hope you can come to my place every weekend in the future and just listen to the stories. I'll wait for you. Just start writing when you think you can, I’m looking forward to your work.”

Connor scratched his head. It seemed interesting to learn about the history of his grandfather's forehead?

"Okay, Professor, that's not a problem."

"Of course, if you have any problems with your studies, you can come to me, or if you want to learn any magic, I will teach you carefully. After all, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right?" Professor Nott winked. Blink.

Connor also blinked, it was a fair and open business, which was a bit refreshing.

"Thank you, Professor, and please take good care of me from now on!"