After an unknown amount of time, Connor gradually regained consciousness, and a strange female voice came to his ears.
"Strange. Why is there an admission notice here?"
It was a female voice, with a little doubt, but then, he heard the female voice whisper a word.
"Healed as before!"
Connor only felt that his wound became itchy, and the bullet in his shoulder was automatically squeezed out and healed quickly.
He felt that he had regained some strength, and slowly opened his eyes, and saw someone standing beside him at some point.
On her head was a wide pointed black hat like a witch, a black lady's robe, and a small black wooden stick in her hand.
It was Minerva, the transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts whom Char had met in Albus's office before.
And now he is no longer in the alley, but on the hill on the edge of the town, overlooking the entire town.
Minerva was holding the admission notice that he had turned into gold coins in her hand, frowning and looking at it. She looked from top to bottom, and the words on it were gradually revealed in her eyes.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Merlin.
Mei.Merlin! ! ?
Minerva's pupils shrank slightly.
If you go by what is written on it, the year of this admission notice must be at least several decades ago.
But the effectiveness is this year.
She seemed to have thought of something and looked at Connor, "Is your name Connor Valentine?"
Connor struggled to get up from the ground and looked at her warily, "Who are you?"
Minerva shook the admission notice in her hand.
"I'm here to take you to this school."
Connor looked at the gold-plated admission notice, and his memories before coma gradually emerged in his mind, including the gold coin that turned into the admission notice, and the man in white robe who finally appeared.
"Did you save me?" Connor said.
"Absolutely. Your injuries are very serious. If it weren't for my healing spell, you would be dead by now." Minerva raised her eyebrows and said, "I am your savior now."
"Healing spell?" Connor seemed to have thought of something and said slightly excitedly, "It's magic, right?"
Minerva's eyelids were slightly closed, and she said with a slightly meaningful smile, "What do you think?"
"Magic." Connor's eyes flashed with excitement, "It turns out that this is the truth of the secret."
"What secret?" Minerva asked.
"My great-grandfather, Hart Valentine, used to be just an ordinary chef. He used to work in the imperial capital. Later, because the business could not continue, he returned to Tashili as a last resort.
There was almost nothing remarkable about his life before he was thirty.
But not long after returning to Tashili, the Western French Empire invaded Tashili.
This disaster also became his opportunity.
He used his personality charm to integrate the power of Sashili, united the young people in the town to establish Mafiya, successfully drove out the invaders, and maintained the trade routes of Sashili, becoming Sashili's leader. legend.
But my mother said that the reason why he was able to single-handedly create such a huge organization as Mafia was not just because of his ability.
It also comes from a secret, and this secret is related to a gold coin that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family. "
Connor slowly told Minerva, perhaps because he was too young, or perhaps because he was sure that Minerva had indeed saved him, so he was not wary of Minerva.
"Where is the gold coin now?"
The story Connor told aroused Minerva's curiosity. Mafia was already a giant more than forty years ago, so Minerva had naturally heard of Hart Valentine's name.
In fact, she had some guesses when she saw the name Connor Valentine on the admission notice.
Connor pointed at the admission notice, "It melted and turned into this notice."
Minerva came back to her senses and looked at the notice, with a glimmer of light in her eyes. She obviously wanted to understand something.
"So, the secret is that my great-grandpa is a magician!" Connor said excitedly.
But to his confusion, Minerva shook her head.
"No, I am certain that Hogwarts has never admitted a man named Hart Valentine.
The maximum number of years to learn magic is before the age of twenty. After the age of twenty, there is basically no possibility of learning magic.
The secret does not lie in this admission notice, but in the person who gave your family the admission notice. "
"Who?" Connor asked.
Minerva didn't hide anything, and slowly read out a name...
"Merlin..."
"Merlin?" Connor recalled, he seemed to have seen this name somewhere, "Headmaster of Hogwarts?"
"The former headmaster," Minerva said, "he stopped being the headmaster of Hogwarts a long, long time ago.
He is a living legend, the founder of magic.
If there is an end to the devil's path, then he must be the one standing there. "
"You mean, maybe my great-grandpa knew this person?" Connor asked.
"Maybe" Minerva whispered softly.
He looked at Connor, "The acceptance letter is still valid, are you ready to go to Hogwarts?
Today is actually the start of school. Students have already boarded the train to start school. You are already late. "
When Connor came back to his senses, he seemed to have thought of something, looked at Minerva and begged, "Since you are a magician, you must be very powerful, right?
Can you save my mother? "
"Your mother?" Minerva frowned slightly, "Where is she?"
Connor pointed to the largest villa in the town, "There!"
Minerva stood on the hill and looked down. The fire in the town was still burning, and many row houses were affected by the fire.
So even if it was dark, she could still clearly see the overall appearance of the villa.
Without hesitation, she directly grabbed the boy's collar and used Disapparation to fly over. Although she had never been to the villa, she could also reach such a place that could be seen by Disapparation.
In a daze, they arrived at the courtyard where Connor had come out before, but at this moment, many corpses were lying in the courtyard.
There are people from the Valentine family and other families.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the smell of blood, and the firelight reflected Connor's extremely anxious face.
Without waiting for Minerva, he ran into the villa almost by himself, and Minerva followed closely behind, directly holding down Connor who was about to run around.
"How long do you want to search for such a big villa by yourself?" Minerva asked, "And if it's not all intact, there are other people here."
Then, she reached out and pulled out a piece of Connor's hair, took out the wand from her robe and tapped it lightly on the hairline.
The hair immediately turned into a blue magic butterfly, flying towards the depths of the villa, searching for people with blood ties to the hair.
"Follow it and it will lead you to your mother," Minerva said.
Connor reacted and followed immediately. They passed through several corridors, went down the stairs, and entered the side hall on the east side of the villa.
A blue butterfly landed directly on a woman's shoulder.
Connor stepped into the door of the side hall and saw his mother at a glance.
She sat on a chair, holding two blunderbuss in her hands and hanging weakly. Blood dripped from her fingers to the ground, and her chest was stained red with blood.
"Mother!"
Connor screamed sadly, stumbled forward, threw himself into Sarah's arms and cried bitterly.
My mother, who was clearly chatting with me a few dozen minutes ago,
It was as cold as ice at the moment.
When Xia Ya sensed the reaction of the gold coin, she had actually passed away...
Connor turned his head and looked at Minerva standing behind him. His excited hands and feet crawled to Minerva's side, grabbing the hem of his clothes and begging.
"Save her! I beg you, please save her!"
Minerva had a little embarrassment in her eyes. "I can't help it, and magic is not omnipotent. When I used the healing spell, you still had at least one breath left.
But your mother"
Minerva looked at Sarah in the corner and couldn't bear to continue talking.
Although Connor was young, he was not the kind of person to be swayed by emotions. Seeing the embarrassment and intolerance in Minerva's eyes, he understood that there was nothing the mysterious magician could do.
Because her mother has passed away.
His eyes were gradually shrouded in despair.
His father died of a heart attack a year ago.
At this moment, he has no place in this world.
He staggered a few steps and knelt down in front of his mother, covering his heart and sobbing softly. His heart was in pain like it was being torn apart.
There was also a little sadness in Minerva's eyes. Her mother also passed away not long ago, so she can completely relate to this.
She put Connor into her arms with some pity and comforted him.
"Your mother committed suicide, probably to prevent herself from becoming your weakness and causing you to be threatened by your enemies because of her.
Her love for you is greater than her own life.
Live well with her expectations, child.
You will have a brighter future. "
But Connor in her arms didn't say anything, and Minerva lowered her head worriedly to see his expression.
But then, she felt a huge amount of magic power pouring out of his body.
Her expression changed instantly, and she subconsciously left Connor.
Under Minerva's gaze, orange flames surged out of his body, gradually covering him!
Although it was a flame and could also radiate heat, it did not ignite the clothes on his body.
Gradually, the flame gradually shrank and continued to burn on his forehead, as if symbolizing some kind of strange and vigorous vitality.
Connor slowly raised his head and looked at Minerva.
Minerva was slightly shocked because she no longer saw sadness in his eyes, only calmness, an absolute calmness, as if all emotions had been withdrawn.
But soon, the flames on his body disappeared and everything returned to calm.
And he fell directly into a coma. (End of chapter)
