Connor couldn't help but be stunned.

In his opinion, there was so much to say about this question that he didn't know where to start for a while.

But after thinking about it carefully, he still gave a more traditional answer.

"Wizard, I think it's someone who talks to the world."

And when he gave his answer, the small discussion that lingered in the whole classroom fell silent.

"We influence the world with our own wills and thoughts, and then produce some wonderful changes."

With that, Connor looked at Professor Flitwick.

"That's what it should be, that's the talent that wizards have, and other than that, they're no different from ordinary people."

"Very good answer, to the point!"

Professor Flitwick spoke, his little body swaying on the stacks of books.

"Very few young wizards have this level of insight, and I need to add 10 points to Hufflepuff!"

10 points for just answering such a question?

For a moment, there was a commotion on the Slytherin side.

"What's that answer?"

"How come wizards are no different from ordinary people?"

"Damn ......"

But before they could question something, more violent applause overshadowed the Slytherin's doubts.

No matter how indignant they were, the Hufflepuff badgers were overjoyed.

"Well done, Connor!"

"It's you, Connor!"

No, do you need that?

Noticing that the students in the academy were all paying attention, Connor's mind couldn't help but have a strong doubt.

But soon, this inexplicable doubt was also answered.

"It's a good thing to get extra points."

"I'm counting on you in class in the future."

Oh it's okay, the academy points.

Because the prefect had said that this kind of thing would not be their first-year freshman's turn, he was about to forget about it.

"Okay guys, please be quiet."

As the praise and applause of the badgers gradually fell, Professor Flitwick also appeared at the right time to brush up on a wave of presence.

"You may wonder why I would praise Mr. McMab so much, but it's quite simple, because what he says is true, and even I can't summarize it better."

The professor glanced vaguely at Slytherin, where some of the opposing rhetoric was coming from.

However, he did not pursue any of these either.

"We wizards are born with a certain talent, and the awakening and existence of this talent often help us to induce some wonderful images, I usually call it 'Magical Awakening' or 'Magical Riot', and you have experienced all kinds of strange things, haven't you?"

Flitwick waved his wand slightly, and one wonderful phenomenon after another appeared around him along with his words.

"For example, we sometimes find that we will inadvertently make glass disappear, for example, we will accidentally turn stones into all kinds of movable small animals, and some people will subconsciously strengthen their bodies and have the ability to defeat all kinds of large animals."

Eventually, he swept the front of them clean, as if broken glass or a bird had never been there.

"This is the gift we have, and our will and consciousness can inadvertently cause laws that go against their definition in the eyes of Muggles......"

After briefly explaining this, Flitwick changed his mind:

"But unfortunately, this talent is actually uncontrollable, and sometimes it can cause a lot of trouble, I think most of you should cause a lot of trouble for your family, right?"

"It's true that in the past few years, I used to accidentally twist a spoon into a piece of iron."

"By the time I came to my senses, my toys were broken."

"When I lost the Wizard Chess, I accidentally broke the whole board......"

"Yes, that's it, there will always be all kinds of problems in the magic riot, it is said that some of the talents of the prophecy masters also awakened during the magic riot, it is said that they can see the future from time to time, but the process may be a little painful."

Seeing the children looking at each other and telling about the inconveniences that had happened in their lives, Flitwick's expression became serious.

"In short, you come to school just to learn, for wizards, spells and wands are actually a medium to control their personal abilities, and their existence will make our lives, our spell-casting process much easier......"

After explaining the long passage that needed to be explained to the young wizard, Professor Flitwick simply waved his wand.

"Now, I'm going to teach you a simple introductory spell: the Levitation Charm! Its function is actually very simple, that is, to make objects hang and float. ”

Like a skilled beginner, he didn't do any more miracles, but waved his wand.

"Watch my movements, wave and shake...... It's very simple, use your wrist flexibly, and the spell is ......"

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

Professor Flitwick's presentation was incredibly friendly and quite easy to understand.

Connor, however, was no longer focused on the spell.

All he could think of was Professor Flitwick's words.

Magical Riot.

Talent.

Prophecy.

All of this interprets and points to some very important messages.

After thinking about it, he moved his gaze to the rat tooth marks on his hand that still hadn't faded.

"I see......"

With a smile on his face, he waved his hazel twig wand.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

The clear spell drives the imagination, and the feathers slowly float after the will interferes with reality.

"Wow, well done! Actually a success, Hufflepuff plus five points! ”

…………

Soon, the first day was over.

Hufflepuff wizards have always loved to party and act in groups.

And Connor, who must have been famous, began to be sought after by his classmates after being praised by his teachers, and their enthusiasm made Connor a little overwhelmed.

But the good thing is that the enthusiasm or something will subside after all.

The children also get tired easily, and when night comes, the little wizards return to their dormitories contentedly.

After getting rid of his enthusiastic classmates and roommates, Connor took a deep breath.

After thinking for a moment, he handed his palm to his kitten

"Phil, take a bite."

The cat rarely didn't respond positively, she just rolled her eyes humanely, and her plump body suddenly split into a mouse, and then bit down heavily on Connor's hand.

"Hiss......"

It hurt a little, but not so much that Connor screamed.

However, his somewhat painful expression still made the cat lick the wound.

"It's fine."

Gently stroking his kitten, Connor picked her up and lay down on the bed.

"The next step is to report to my mother about today's situation."

With thought, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As his consciousness sank, he found himself in a fairyland-like garden, and in the midst of the sea of flowers, his beautiful adoptive mother was beckoning to him.

Now they can only communicate in this way.

But before the witch could ask anything more, Connor was the first to speak:

"There were a lot of things going on today...... But I have my own plans. ”

“…… Let's hear it. ”