After some time, Connor gradually regained consciousness, and an unfamiliar female voice sounded in his ear.

"Strange. Why is there still an acceptance letter here? ”

It was a female voice, a little confused, but then he heard the female voice whisper a word.

"Heal as ever!"

Connor only felt his wound itch, 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 a person standing beside him at some point.

On his head was a broad, witch-like black pointed hat, draped over a black lady's robe, and in his hand he held a small black wooden stick.

It was none other than Minerva, the teacher of Hogwarts Transfiguration that Char had seen in Ebs's office.

And now he was no longer in that alley, but on a hill on the edge of the town, with a view of the whole town.

Mineva was frowning at the acceptance letter in his hand, her gaze from top to bottom, the words on it gradually revealing in her eyes.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Merlin.

Plums. Merlin!!?

Minerva's pupils shrank slightly.

If it is written above, the year of this acceptance letter must be at least a few decades ago.

But the potency is this year.

She seemed to think of something, and looked at Connor, "Your name, is it Connor Valentine?" ”

Connor struggled to get up from the ground and looked at her warily, "Who are you?" ”

Minerva shook the notice in her hand.

"I'm here to pick you up at this school."

Connor looked at the gilded admission letter, and his memories before he fell unconscious gradually revealed in his mind, including the gold coin that became the admission letter, and the man in the white robe who appeared at the end.

"Did you save me?" Connor said.

"Almost, you're badly injured, and if it weren't for my healing spell, you'd be pretty dead by now." Mineva raised her eyebrows, "I'm your savior now. ”

"Healing Charm?" Connor seemed to have thought of something, and said with a little excitement, "It's magic, right?" ”

Minerva's eyelids narrowed slightly, and she said with a slightly meaningful smile, "What do you think?" ”

"Magic." Connor's eyes gleamed with excitement, "It turns out that this is the truth of that secret. ”

"What's the secret?" Minerva asked.

"My great-grandfather, Hart Valentine, used to be just an ordinary cook, he used to work in the imperial capital, and then he had to return to Sasili because the business could not continue.

In his life before the age of thirty, there was hardly anything remarkable about it.

But shortly after returning to Sasili, the West French Empire invaded Sasili.

This calamity also became his chance.

He used his personality charm to integrate the power of Sasili, united the young men of the town to establish Mafia, successfully drove out the invaders, and maintained the trade routes of Sasili, becoming a legend of Sasili.

But my mother said that he was able to single-handedly create an organization as large as Mafia not only because of his ability.

It also comes from a secret, and this secret is related to a piece of gold that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family. ”

Connor slowly explained to Minerva, perhaps because he was too young, or perhaps because he was sure that it was Minerva who saved him, so he was not wary of Minerva.

"Where's the gold now?"

Connor's story aroused Minerva's curiosity, and Mafia had already been a behemoth more than forty years ago, so it was natural that Hart Valentine's name was heard of Minerva.

In fact, she had some guesses when she saw the name Connor Valentine on the admission letter.

Connor pointed to the letter of admission, "Melt and become this one." ”

Minerva came back to her senses and looked at the notice, her eyes flickering, she clearly understood something.

"So, the secret is that my great-grandfather was a magician!" Connor said excitedly.

Puzzled, though, Minerva shook her head.

"No, I'm sure that Hogwarts has never taken in a man named Hart Valentine.

The maximum number of years to learn magic is before the age of twenty, and there is basically no possibility of learning magic after the age of twenty.

The secret lies not in this admission letter, but in the person who gave your family admission letter. ”

"Who?" Connor asked.

Minerva didn't hide it, and slowly pronounced a name......

"Merlin ......"

"Merlin?" Connor recalled, where he seemed to have seen the name, "Headmaster of Hogwarts?" ”

"Former Headmaster." "A long, long time ago, he ceased to be the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He is a living legend, the founder of the Demon Path.

If there is an end to the devil's path, then he must be the one standing there. ”

"You mean, my great-grandfather might have known this man?" Connor asked.

"Perhaps," Minerva murmured in a low voice.

He looked at Connor, "The offer letter is still in effect, are you ready to go to Hogwarts?"

It's actually school year, the students are already on the train to start school, and you're already late. ”

Connor came back to his senses, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Mineva and pleaded, "Since you are a magician, you must be very strong, right?"

Can you save my mother? ”

"Your mother?" Minerva frowned slightly, "Where?" ”

Connor pointed to the largest villa in town, "There!" ”

As she stood on the hill and looked down, the fire in the town had not stopped, and many rows of houses had been affected by the fire.

So even in the middle of the night, she could still see the whole villa clearly.

She didn't hesitate, she grabbed the boy's collar directly, and flew over with the shapeshifter, although she hadn't been to the villa, but this kind of shapeshifting that could be seen could also be reached.

In a trance, they arrived at the courtyard where Connor had come out of the past, but at this moment, there were many corpses lying in the courtyard.

There are people from the Valentine family, and there are people from the rest of the family.

The air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke mixed with the smell of blood, and the firelight reflected Connor's anxious face.

Without waiting for Minerva, he ran into the villa almost by himself, while Minerva followed closely behind and directly pressed Connor, who was about to run around.

"How long do you want to find such a big villa if you look for it alone?" Minerva asked, "And there are still the rest of the people in here." ”

Then, she reached out and plucked one of Connor's hair, pulled her wand from her robe, and tapped it lightly.

The hair suddenly turned into a blue magic butterfly, flying towards the depths of the villa, and the wayfinder will find someone who is connected to the hair.

"Follow and it will take you to your mother." Minerva said.

Connor reacted, and followed, and they made their way through several hallways, down the stairs, and into the side hall on the east side of the villa.

The azure butterfly rested on one woman's shoulder.

Connor stepped through the door of the side hall and saw his mother at a glance.

She sat in her chair, her hands clutching the two firearms hanging limply, blood dripping down her fingers and her chest reddened with blood.

"Mother!"

Connor screamed and stumbled forward and threw himself into Sarah's arms, crying bitterly.

Obviously the mother who was still chatting with herself dozens of minutes ago,

At the moment, it was as cold as ice.

Char had actually passed away when she sensed the reaction of the gold coin......

Connor turned his head to look at Minerva standing behind him, and he crawled to Minerva's side with excited hands and feet, grabbing the hem of his clothes and pleading.

"Help her! I beg you to save her! ”

There was a slight embarrassment in Minerva's eyes. "I can't help it, magic isn't omnipotent, you have at least one breath left when I use the healing spell.

But your mother"

Minerva looked at Sarah in the corner, unable to continue.

Although Connor was young, he was not the kind of person who would be swayed by emotions, and looking at the embarrassment and unbearable in Minerva's eyes, he also knew that this mysterious magician had nothing to do.

Because her mother has passed away.

His eyes gradually became clouded with despair.

His father died of a heart attack a year ago.

At this moment, he has nowhere to come from in this world.

He staggered a few steps and knelt down in front of his mother, clutching his heart and sobbing lowly, his heart aching as if it were torn at the moment.

There was also a hint of sadness in Minerva's eyes, and her mother had recently died, so she could fully empathize with it.

She took Connor into her arms with some pity and comforted her.

"Your mother committed suicide, presumably so that she would not become your weakness and expose you to the threat of the enemy.

She loves you more than her own life.

Live well with her expectations, child.

You will have a brighter future. ”

But Connor in his arms didn't say anything, and Minerva lowered her head a little worriedly to see his expression.

But then, she felt a massive surge of magic pouring out of his body.

Her complexion changed instantly, and she subconsciously left Connor.

Under Mineva's gaze, I saw orange flames gushing out of his body, gradually covering him completely!

Although it was a flame, and it radiated heat, it didn't ignite the clothes on his body.

Gradually, the flame gradually shrank, and continued to burn on his forehead, as if symbolizing some strange and exuberant vitality.

Connor slowly looked up at Minerva.

Minerva's heart was slightly alarmed, for she saw no more sadness in his eyes, only calmness, an absolute calmness, as if all emotions had been withdrawn.

But soon, the flames on his body disappeared directly, and everything returned to calm.

And he also fell straight into a coma. (End of chapter)