Connor's feelings were complicated when he knew all about those things.

After living in an almost isolated environment for a long time, he thought that the outside was a fantasy world that had never been seen before.

There are crises and opportunities, and he even feels that he should form a 'squad'.

When I opened the door and went to the outside world, I found that the things I saw were completely different from what I had thought.

Peaceful and decadent, there are no oppressive tyrants, and there are no great demons who destroy the world.

And it was in this situation that the old man and his mother expected him.

Sometimes, he feels a little out of breath.

"Have you and the old man forgotten that I'm only 11 years old now?"

Don't care if you don't think so, but it's the truth.

"I really want to sue you for child labor."

"What's this? You must know that the dog that the old thing used to raise would fight with the hounds at the age of seven, and it was also at your age that he had already learned a good martial arts. ”

Should it be said that there is a gap in perception?

Her mother seems to be holding a very old view.

Actually, the old man is the same.

In their eyes, there's only one thing that is valuable in that place called a school: the students.

"You need friends, Connor."

"Yes, yes, I know, in order to achieve that goal, you must also have like-minded companions......"

Connor couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples.

"I know."

"Actually, it's not just that, I want you to make some friends, anyway...... Have fun, it's a school after all, although I didn't have any school at the time. ”

"I can't be happier."

Connor replied casually.

"With so much knowledge poured into you every day, I am now unconsciously worried about the future of wizards."

Why are the wizards of this world so miserable?!

The whole person was lying on the table, and Connor just wanted to roar out loud.

But before he could do anything else, his beautiful mother reminded him.

"Attention, there seems to be someone at the door."

"Huh?"

Connor came back to his senses, and he looked at his mother, but her translucent form had dissipated.

This couldn't help but make Connor feel a little stunned.

"Mom?"

Did you just run away?

Feeling like he never caught her again, Connor even began to subconsciously fumble around.

He reached out and patted the seat beside him.

"Mom?"

And in this moment, the door of his compartment at the rear was opened, and a little chubby man with a round face appeared.

A smiling face was flushed, and it was full of impatience and uneasiness at first glance.

"Sir!"

"Huh? Is there anything please? ”

Quickly rescuing the helplessness on his face, Connor asked with a smile.

"Sir!"

"Hmm."

"Sir!"

"Uh-huh???"

After being called three times in a row, Connor felt like he was losing his expression.

What is this, what is this, who is he?

What's going on?

He could see that the boy was in a hurry, but he couldn't speak, as if he was very afraid of life.

Examining his countenance, Connor felt as if he could find a name.

Then, a flash of inspiration flashed in my head.

He must be right, right?

"Did you lose a toad?"

If you remember correctly, it should be like this, right?

"Yes! Yes! Mr! Have you seen my Riffo? ”

The little fat man's whole face turned red, and the whole person began to swing excitedly.

"Is Rifle here?

"No, not really."

In fact, Connor had made a gaffe before, but fortunately, the boy in front of him didn't seem to notice.

"But you can describe what your toad looks like, I don't think it would be a hassle to find."

Connor casually pulled a wand of a hazel twig out of his sleeve.

"I want to think about the spell ......"

"Wow, are you going to cast a spell now?"

"Yes, but I'm not used to using this little wand, and spells or something, and it's not the same thing I usually learn."

Connor was thinking about it in a nutshell, not adapting to it, and even being a little dissatisfied.

It's just that Chubby Dun didn't notice this.

"That's amazing."

He just touted, from the bottom of his heart, without any falsehood, and with some envy.

But Connor didn't pay much attention to it, he still remembered these things that he wasn't very familiar with himself:

"I remember the spell was supposed to be...... Ah yes, the Flying Spell. ”

After confirming that the spell was correct, he looked back at the boy.

"Are you sure it's Levou? That's the name you came up with for it? ”

"Yes, this is a gift from my uncle to congratulate me on my eligibility to study at Hogwarts, I have always ......"

"Stop, stop."

Seeing that the little chubby dun in front of him was about to tell a story about him with his not-so-clever speech, Connor hurriedly stopped him.

"What I need is some characterization."

"It's a toad, it's ...... It was pitted and had a lot of bumps. ”

Are you sure this can be considered a feature?

Toads aren't all like this?

"It'...... It. ”

However, looking at the poor boy's slurred speech, you can see how bad his language skills are.

"Okay, okay, okay, I know, although I can't completely lock on to the specific goal, but there is a name that should be about the same."

Connor still remembered that toads were not very popular as pets anymore.

In the past, wizards chose toads as pets because toads had excellent potion value, completely out of efficiency, but now not many people will bring them, and it is said that the supplies for various courses will be provided by the school.

So here's the question:

Aren't cats cute and spiritual?

Isn't owl practical?

Why Toad?

Well, the kid in front of him brought a toad.

"Be aware of your surroundings."

After reminding him, Connor slowly waved his wand.

"Lev flies."

"Quack!"

In an instant, a toad flew from nowhere.

It appeared out of nowhere, and the scream was a sign of its bewilderment.

Before it could come to its senses, it was caught.

"Let's see if it's this one."

"Rifle !!"

The child carefully held the toad in his arms, as if he were holding a treasure.

"Thank you."

Holding the toad named Levford in one hand, the little chubby dun took Connor's hand and desperately expressed his gratitude.

"If Riffford gets lost, I don't even know what to do with my grandma and uncle, thank you, ah, that...... What's your name, please? ”

"Connor, Connor McMabe."

"My name is Neville, Neville Longbottom, and I really thank you, thank you very much."

After a while, the grateful little boy left with his beloved toad in his arms.

After he left, Connor pulled the door of the cubicle a little tired.

Neville had been holding the toad earlier, causing the slime secreted from the toad's body to wipe his hand, and then he held Connor's hand, which caused his hands to be full of slime as well.

"Really."

With a soft sigh, he waved his wand again.

"Clean it up."

"Look, isn't that easy?"

When he came to his senses, Connor saw his adoptive mother reappear in her original seat.

Her plump thighs were overlapped, and the leg on top of her swayed and swayed, looking extremely laid-back.

"A little help can reap the gratitude of others, and these children represent countless families, whether it's wizards or ordinary people."

She seemed to have a grand picture in her eyes, but before she could fully unfold it, Connor retorted.

"I didn't think about it that much, I just wanted to help him, just a gesture."

"yes, a little bit of a job."

The adoptive mother didn't mean anything to contradict Connor's words, but Connor frowned.

"Are we really talking about the same thing?"

"Why not?"

"Are you playing dumb?"

This was clearly the opposite of what was going on, and Connor didn't want to worry about anything with his mother.

There was some discomfort in his heart, and he didn't want to say anything more.

Without waiting for any response from herself, Connor found a book he had bought from the Blotted bookstore and read it.

Looking at Connor's silent movements, the witch gradually retracted the smile on her face.

"Connor, in this world, a smart bad boy is much more nourishing than a good boy, and he doesn't have to care about so many things, he is more relaxed, and even more decisive."

Sounds like a lot of sense.

But right......

"How can a mother expect her child to be bad?"

Putting down the book he couldn't read, Connor couldn't help but complain.