I weave fate in parallel time and space

After an unknown amount of time, Connor gradually regained consciousness, and a strange female voice came from his ear.

"Strange. Why is there an admission notice here?"

It was a female voice, with some doubts, but then, he heard the female voice whisper a word.

"Heal as before!"

Connor only felt that his wound became itchy, and the bullet sunken in his shoulder was automatically squeezed out and healed quickly.

He felt that he regained some strength, and slowly opened his eyes, and saw a person standing beside him at some point.

There is a wide, witch-like black pointed hat on her head, a black lady's robe, and a black wooden stick in her hand.

It was Minerva, the Hogwarts transfiguration teacher whom Shaar had seen in Aibus's office before.

And now he is no longer in that alley, but on the hill at the edge of the town, overlooking the whole town.

Minerva was holding his acceptance letter turned into a gold coin, frowning and looking at it. Her gaze moved from top to bottom, and the words on it were gradually revealed in her eyes.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Merlin.

May Merlin! ! ?

Minerva's pupils shrank slightly.

If it is written according to the above, the year of the 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, looked at her vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Minerva shook the admission notice in her hand.

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

Connor looked at the bronzing admission notice, and his memories before coma gradually emerged in his mind, including the gold coin turning into this admission notice, and the man in white robe who appeared at the end.
"Did you save me?" Connor said.

"Basically, 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 a little excitedly, "It's magic, right?"

Minerva closed her eyelids slightly, and said with a slightly deep smile, "What do you think?"

"Magic." Connor's eyes sparkled with excitement, "It turns out that this is the truth of that 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, but because the business couldn't continue, he had no choice but to return to Sasili.

In his life before the age of 30, there was almost nothing outstanding.

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

This disaster also became his opportunity.

He used his personality charm to integrate the power of Sacilia, united the young and strong in the town to establish Mafia, successfully drove out the invaders, and maintained the trade routes of Sacilia, becoming the leader of Sacilia. legend.

But my mother said that the reason why he was able to create such a huge organization as Mafia was not only because of his ability.

It also comes from a secret, and this secret is related to a gold coin passed down from generation to generation in our family. "

Connor slowly told Minerva, perhaps because he was too young, or maybe because he was sure that Minerva saved him, so he was not wary of Minerva.

"Where is the gold coin now?"

The story told by Connor aroused Minerva's curiosity. Mafia was already a giant more than 40 years ago, so Minerva naturally had heard of Hart Valentine's name.

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

Connor pointed to the admission notice, "It melted and turned into this notice."

Minerva regained her senses and looked at the notice, with a glint in her eyes, she obviously wanted to understand something.

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

But what puzzled him was that Minerva shook her head.

"No, I'm pretty sure Hogwarts never admitted a man named Hart Valentine.

The maximum age for learning magic is before the age of 20, and there is basically no possibility of learning magic after the age of 20.

The secret does not lie in the admission letter, but in the person who gave your family the admission letter. "

"Who?" Connor asked.

Minerva did not 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 ceased to be Headmaster of Hogwarts a long, long time ago.

He is a living legend, the creator of the magic way.

If there is an end to the magic path, then he must be the one standing there. "

"You mean, maybe my great-grandpa knew this guy?" Connor asked.

"Perhaps." Minerva murmured 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, and the students have already boarded the train for the start of school, and you are already late. "

Connor came back to his senses, he seemed to have thought of something, looked at Minerva and pleaded, "Since you are a magician, you must be very powerful, right?
Can you save my mother? "

"Your mother?" Minerva frowned slightly, "Where is it?"

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

Minerva stood on the hill and looked down. The flames in the town hadn't stopped, and many row houses were affected by the fire.

So even if the night is dark, she can still see the overall appearance of the villa clearly.

Without hesitation, she directly grabbed the boy's collar and flew over with Apparatus. Although she had never been to the villa, this kind of place that can be seen by Apparatus can also be reached.

In a daze, they arrived at the courtyard where Connor had drilled out before, but at this moment, there were many corpses lying in the courtyard.

There were Valentines, and there were others.

There was a smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with blood in the air, and the firelight reflected Connor's extremely anxious face.

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

"How long do you want to find such a big villa by yourself?" Minerva asked.

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

Hair immediately turned into a blue magic butterfly and flew towards the depths of the villa. The wayfinder would look for people with blood connections with Hair.

"Follow it, it will lead you to your mother," Minerva said.

Connor reacted, and immediately followed. They passed through several corridors, walked down the stairs, and entered the side hall on the east side of the villa.

The 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 was sitting on a chair, holding two firecrackers with both hands and hanging down feebly, blood dripped down her fingers on the ground, and her chest was also stained red with blood.

"Mother!"

Connor yelled sadly, staggered forward and threw himself into Sarah's arms, weeping bitterly.

The mother who was chatting with me a few minutes ago,
It was as cold as ice now.

When Xiaya sensed the reaction of the gold coin, she had actually passed away...

Connor turned his head and looked at Minerva who was standing behind him. He climbed up to Minerva's side with his excited hands as his feet, and begged while grabbing the hem of his clothes.

"Save her! I beg you, save her!"

There was a little embarrassment in Minerva's eyes. "I can't help it. Magic is not omnipotent. When I use the healing spell, you still have at least one breath.

but your mother"

Minerva looked at Sarah who was in the corner, and couldn't bear to continue talking.

Although Connor was young, he was not the kind of person who would be swayed by emotions. Looking at the embarrassment and intolerance in Minerva's eyes, he also understood that this mysterious magician had no choice.

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, clutching his heart and sobbing in a low voice, his heart was in pain like a tear.

There was also a little sadness in Minerva's eyes. Her mother also passed away not long ago, so she can fully empathize with it.

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

"Your mother committed suicide, probably in order not to let herself become your weakness, and let you be threatened by the enemy because of her.

She loves you more than her own life.

Live with her expectation, 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 magical power gushing out of his body.

It caused her complexion to change instantly, and she subconsciously left Connor.

Under Minerva's gaze, he saw orange flames gushing out from his body, gradually covering him completely!

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

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

Connor slowly raised his head and looked at Minerva.

Minerva was slightly startled, because she no longer saw sadness in his eyes, only calmness, a kind of absolute calmness, as if all emotions had been pulled away.

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

And he fell into a coma directly. (End of this chapter)