Connor's Hogwarts

"Excerpts from Connor's Diary"

91.12.15.

I am in a very bad mood today and plan to start writing a diary from today. Although serious people never write diaries, there are exceptions to everything. I want to be a serious person who writes a diary.

In England, there probably weren't many people who knew Chinese, but writing Chinese characters after a long time made me feel a lot of emotion.

Maybe I still can't forget it, but also, how could I forget it.

I actually saw my past life and my family and friends in the Mirror of Erised.

It turns out that the deepest desire in my heart... No, no, no, it shouldn't be like this. I can't go back, can't I? I've always known it. Why am I still unwilling to accept this fact?

I obviously have a great time every day, how could I be that kind of pretentious person, right? Hahahahaha

Damn it, stop writing, write a few times

(This diary has been burned)

91.12.17.

Maybe I should still keep a diary. Recording the real life may help me get rid of this depressing state. I know it's useless to think about it, so why bother myself? Wouldn't it be better for me to spend more time on magic experiments? There are a lot of things waiting for me to do, so what’s the point of being here useless to mourn the spring and autumn?

Haha, just now Saber was complaining about not being able to understand what I wrote. Just don't tell her.

Hey, if it were in the past, how could I possibly raise a living King Arthur by myself? So my life is very happy. Why do I think so much? How can a broken mirror disturb my Taoist heart!

Starting tomorrow, love life, face the sea, and the flowers are blooming in spring!

Although it is winter now.

91.12.18.

I took classes seriously today and worked hard to get back into shape.

91.12.19

I took classes seriously today and worked hard to get back into shape.

91.12.20

Ahhhhh! so annoying! Broken mirror, broken mirror, broken mirror! I won’t use Facebook anymore! I feel like throwing up now when I see the mirror!

Tomorrow is the weekend, do experiments seriously, and try to get back into shape!

91.12.21

Playing cards today.

91.12.22.

Playing cards, playing video games.

91.12.23.

Take a vacation, play cards, and play video games.

91.12.24.

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Connor opened his eyes and stared blankly at the familiar ceiling. Oh, he is at home.

Home.

After Connor brushed his face and washed his teeth in a daze, he ate breakfast absentmindedly and planned to go out listlessly to do experiments in his "Mage Tower".

When I opened the door, I heard an exclamation from behind me.

Connor turned around, and Blanche and his second aunt Elena, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came out of the fireplace.

"Happy birthday, Connor." Blanche trotted over with a cute blush on her expressionless face.

Ah, by the way, today is my birthday.

In this life. Connor shook his head and smiled: "Thank you, Blanche, good morning Aunt Elena, you are also very beautiful today."

Second aunt Elena came over and hugged Connor: "Happy birthday, little cutie."

"I still have an experiment to do. Sorry to excuse you..." Connor said hello politely, nodded, and left the cabin in the woods.

After Connor left, the women and children in the room looked at each other.

Blanche patted Ivan and frowned: "Connor, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, he was like this a few days ago." Ivan shrugged, then glanced at the two mothers, pulled Blanche aside, and said in a low voice: "I heard Connor's roommate said , he became like this after he came back from the principal’s office a few days ago.”

Blanche's eyes widened suddenly.

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Connor walked into his Armstrong Spinner Tower and passed by rows and rows of familiar and friendly figures - the sexy Gundam Angel acting as a guard at the door, Iron Man wearing an apron sweeping the floor with a broom, and Tiga flying on the floor. Holding a towel in the air and wiping the glass window

Connor walked to the painting room on the top floor. The wall on one side of the hemispherical top floor slowly lowered, opening a huge window. Connor saw the snowy forest outside... He was a southerner in his previous life, and even the snow was I have never seen Connor have such an idea suddenly pop up in his mind.

Connor shook his head violently. Why do he always think back to things in his previous life? Annoying.

Connor slumped down on the sofa facing the "window" and stared at the snowy scene in a daze.

"Master, warm milk." Miss 2B, wearing a maid outfit, walked to Connor holding a cup in both hands.

"Ah, oh, thank you, leave it over there." Connor rubbed the bridge of his nose and waved.

Miss 2B, who was wearing a black eye patch, nodded, put the tea cup on the table aside, and then stood motionless behind Connor.

Don't think too much, this magic puppet is made of metal and can't stand sunlight.

Connor took a sip of the milk prepared by the young lady, and his mood did not get better. He smiled bitterly, and his heart was completely messed up.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air and sat next to Connor. It was Artoria. Today, the silly king was wearing a cute sailor suit.

"Master, you have been in a very bad state recently."

"I know, I know." Connor put down the cup and said in a depressed tone: "It will be fine after a while. After all, this is how I came here."

Artoria frowned nicely. She didn't like Connor like this and was not used to it: "Master, you have something on your mind."

"Who in this world doesn't have something to worry about? This is inevitable."

"Can you tell me? I heard from others that if you share your troubles, you will feel much better."

Connor turned his head and looked at Artoria seriously. The expression of the stupid king was very serious. She had always been so serious. Connor was surprised that she would care about him...

He nodded: "Okay."

Then Connor lay on his side and rested his head on Artoria's lap.

"." Artoria opened her mouth, but in the end she resisted pushing Connor down. If it wasn't for your bad mood, I... forget it, it's not the first time anyway, I'll endure it.

Connor found the most comfortable position to lie down, and then slowly said: "Saber, I told you before, I am a person from the future, right."

"." Artoria didn't speak. She was a little dissatisfied and didn't think she needed to interrupt here.

As expected, Connor didn't care and continued: "In the future that belongs to me, I have another happy family, with parents who love me, but I have no younger brother. I am just a very ordinary person, except for one Apart from Zhang’s good-looking face, which he inherited from his parents, he doesn’t have any other advantages.”

"." If being shameless is an advantage, I think you still have a lot of advantages.

"My life is also very ordinary. Every day is an ordinary day. I like ordinary interests. I went to an ordinary school for the college entrance examination. I have many ordinary friends."

"But suddenly I woke up one day and everything changed. I turned into a one-year-old baby. This kind of thing will be very common in the future. We call this [time travel]. Well, I traveled to a world in a book. It’s here. At the beginning, I couldn’t even remember who I was, and then I slowly recalled everything in my previous life.”

"Originally, I have gradually become accustomed to my new identity. In this world, I have a lot of knowledge that people of this era do not have. I know the general development of the world in the future. I believe that I can live a good life. It’s very exciting, living a life that is no longer ordinary.”

Arturia listened carefully.

Connor looked at his hands blankly: "What a wonderful world this world is. There are extraordinary magics, all kinds of magical creatures, and many interesting people living in storybooks. This kind of life is no longer boring and dull than the previous one." Isn’t ordinary life much more interesting?”

"But until I stood in front of the magic mirror and saw my deepest desire - when I saw my friends and parents from my previous life smiling at me, I couldn't stop crying. You know, I have been I haven’t cried yet, but I still cried in front of Old Deng. It’s really embarrassing.”

"I still don't know why I came to this world. I only remember that I went out to eat at a food stall with my classmates, and then when I woke up, I turned into a baby inexplicably..."

Connor's eyes became dark: "Then what happened to the original me? Am I dead? If I am dead, will my friends feel sorry for me? Will the girl who likes me fall in love with me? Others? What about my parents? They only have one son: me."

"." Arturia felt Connor's sad mood, hesitated, stretched out her hand and touched Connor's head.

Connor stiffened, then relaxed: "Thank you."

"Actually, I thought about these things many times back then, but in the end I found that I couldn't change anything. After all, I was just an ordinary person, and an ordinary person who suddenly lost everything."

At this time, Artoria finally believed that Connor could understand that her painter was real. He must have been the same person as me, who had no [goal].

"Maybe it's my luck. In this world, I also have family members who love me. I have Flora who has been doting on me for so many years, a grandfather who has placed all the future of the family on me, and a grandfather who I have admired since I was a child. With my stupid brother, I have found my new goal in life, and I hope they can all live happily."

Connor's voice became deeper and deeper:

“But how can a person who is not happy himself bring happiness to others?”

"So I hid all the thoughts that only added to my troubles in my heart. I just had to play my role [Connor] well."

"But hiding it in my heart doesn't mean I have forgotten it. I remember it all. I remember everything..."

"...But they must all hope that I can be happy, right? I haven't forgotten them, I'm just helpless."

".I don't want to let down my family's expectations again, saber."

"..."

The room became quiet, and after a while, Artoria looked down and realized that Connor had fallen asleep.

At this time, Connor, who was asleep, looked like a real 13-year-old child.

...Master, we are actually different. Your emotions are real, but mine are just illusory memories.

Connor, you are also a pitiful person, Arturia thought.