Connor's Hogwarts

"You're just pretending to be stupid with me!"

Voldemort wanted to curse like this, but it didn't suit his character. He thought he was humble and polite and couldn't say such vulgar words. Voldemort took a deep breath to calm down.

Connor's words were not very harmful to Xiao Fu, but they were extremely insulting.

I think back then, he was such a high-profile young genius, but he didn't receive such outrageous treatment as Connor.

In order to learn more knowledge, he rummaged through the school library, and in order to get more attention, he flattered the professors, but even so, the mediocre professors refused to teach him anything.

At that time, wizards were not as open-minded about knowledge as they are now. Dumbledore, the only one who was more enlightened, was very wary of him and refused to teach him anything. He had to go to great lengths to learn it from Slug Horn. The secret of the Horcrux.

MAD! The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became. How could this kid have so many resources? Why!

Voldemort stiffened his face, trying his best to appear not to care much about Connor's show off.

"You want me to stay and teach you slowly? So you don't actually care about my identity? It seems that you are really different from those stubborn mediocre people. Do you also study black magic?"

"Dark magic, actually I haven't studied much about this type of magic,"

So he's not angry? But since this person still wants to talk, Connor doesn't mind continuing to chat with him:

"Compared with ordinary magic, black magic is more destructive, more powerful, and more effective."

"Yes, black magic is the real power of our wizards, and it is the proof that we are different from mortals!" Voldemort seemed happy to reach a consensus with Connor on this point:

"You know, the term black magic only appeared after the signing of the International Wizarding Law. In the past, we didn't have such a meaningless term,"

Voldemort looked at Connor seriously, as if trying to figure out Connor's thoughts, but Connor's smile was expressionless, and he couldn't see anything, so he could only continue his "speech":

"In order not to make Muggles feel afraid, we actually weakened the power of magic ourselves. This is undoubtedly stupid. We are born extraordinary. No matter how we pretend, we are different from those mortals who cannot use magic. We wizards , is the protagonist of this world, what do you think?"

Retreat to advance? Or are you testing my attitude? Connor didn't know why Voldemort talked to him so much, but looking at the orderly and logical way the brother spoke in front of him, Connor suddenly felt that he was a little more dangerous than Voldemort himself, and perhaps the Horcrux he had as a boy.

But it's a pity that you met me.

".I think," Connor said slowly, stroking his wand, "I think arrogance is the greatest original sin of mankind."

"Oh? You don't agree with what I said?"

"Of course, I have very upright views. I hate racial discrimination the most. Besides, I don't think there is any difference between us wizards and Muggles. We are all human beings, and wizards are just human beings who have expertise in a certain field. Perhaps as a profession, wizards are not much different from athletes. At most, they are just born to eat this kind of rice."

Connor replied with a shrug.

But Voldemort seemed a little angry, and even spoke much faster: "Do you mean there is no difference between us and those lowly Muggles!?"

"Well, there is no difference. There are also all kinds of talented people among Muggles. Some are good at singing and some are good at dancing." Connor spread his hands: "We wizards are just good at magic, it's no big deal."

"." Voldemort was obviously angry. He took a few deep breaths, then looked at Connor and said:

"So, the last question, do you think those 'muggles who are the same' as you call them would be willing to share this world with us 'ordinary people with extraordinary talents'? Do you think they are really willing to share the world with the so-called wizards?" Can we coexist peacefully? Can this world really tolerate us?"

"As you said, aren't we still living well now?" Connor tilted his head: "But I'm surprised that you would think about this kind of problem. I always thought you were a bigot who only cares about yourself and has no conscience. You bastard, do you also think about the world situation?"

"What do you know!?" Voldemort retorted loudly: "This world is not as peaceful as a pampered young man like you sees! This world is full of hypocrisy and deception! Discrimination and injustice can be seen everywhere! Do you think this Is the world a beautiful fairy tale? No, the world is much crueler than you think!"

"In this world, only your own power can be trusted. The more powerful a person is, the more say he has. Among all people, it is the most powerful one who decides everything. Everyone must Abide by the rules set by the strongest. It is precisely because the strongest person now is Dumbledore, so you brats live in his fictitious fairy tale world and cannot see the real cruelty of this world!"

"That's why I want to be the most powerful person, and I will set the order that this world should have. As long as I have an immortal body and unrivaled power, I can rule the world, and I originally It was almost successful, but there was a little accident along the way.”

Voldemort glanced at Harry behind Connor and continued: "But these are not important now. I am immortal. When I return, I will be able to overturn the world with my power, Connor ·Lake, you are a rare talent. You should have a place in the empire I built. The two of us join forces and conquering the world is just a matter of hands. Are you really unwilling to accept my friendship? "

"."

The air suddenly fell silent. Harry looked at Connor's back nervously and wanted to say loudly not to believe this guy's lies, but before he could say it, a laugh completely broke the solemn atmosphere.

"Pfft."

Harry saw that Connor's body was shaking slightly, as if he was having a hard time suppressing his laughter.

In fact, Connor did hold it in very hard.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I...I have received professional training. Hahahaha. I'm sorry. I really wasn't laughing at you, hahaha."

Connor laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his wand steady. Voldemort's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he felt that he had been humiliated.

"I didn't expect that, Mr. Tom, you were such a thoughtful young man when you were young,"

Connor tried his best to make his smile not look offensive, but it was really hard for him not to smile. After all, who would have thought that Voldemort would be a middle-aged boy when he was young? This condition is obviously much more serious than Zibi Li Qiaodan.

"But I still can't agree with what you said. Of course, I admit that not everything in this world is beautiful. This world is very big, and it is indeed cruel. But there is one thing to say. This kind of thing is not our turn. For the Celestial Dragons in the first world, "

Connor scratched his hair to stop himself from getting goosebumps when he said this:

"However, I think Professor Dumbledore saw further than what you saw, he thought much deeper than you thought, and what he did was even better than what you wanted to do. In comparison, , your idea is too naive, this world is not as simple as you think, so you don’t need to say anything more, I still mean that, it is difficult for us to be friends."

"But I agree with one of your points, for example -"

After chatting, our three views were completely inconsistent, and it was time for a fight.

"Big fists are the last word," Connor raised his wand and said confidently and calmly, "I'm stronger than you, so I think what you said is completely wrong."