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Staring at the old man's smiling face, Connor felt helpless.

However, there was indeed an inexplicable anger in his heart.

It's not about Quidditch, but it's about other trivial matters in the wizarding world that most people have taken for granted.

However, when similar things gradually became more frequent, Connor would wonder if he had read too many books, so his brain was so damaged.

Even if he wants to settle down, he still feels that he is out of place in every sense of the word.

Thinking of this, Connor couldn't help but feel a little headache.

After gently rubbing his temples, Connor couldn't help but shook his head.

"Anyway, those things are actually just my personal opinions."

When he spoke again, Connor just used such simple words to summarize himself.

"Even if I don't like the Seeker and the Snitch, I can still see some characteristics from the characteristics of the Snitch and the former Snitch."

Why was the hunting of the Golden Snitch so popular in the first place?

Not because it is small, nor because it looks good, but simply because it is fast.

Jin Feixia's speed is as fast as lightning. Even the most powerful wizard will not be able to react without paying full attention.

The handmade ones used to replace Snitch have the same characteristics.

Compared with the Golden Snitch who exists as a bird, the Golden Snitch's trajectory is more mysterious and unpredictable.

As a seeker looking for this kind of thing, he must have the following qualities:

"Bold, careful, and agile. To retain the above characteristics, you also need excellent physical fitness. Harry may seem thin, but he does have such characteristics."

Then, the topic finally turned from simple Quidditch back to the savior.

But, this still doesn't explain anything.

"This seemingly beautiful quality that should be praised is not enough. Principal, you should understand this. If he wants to defeat Voldemort, he needs something more practical."

Feeling a little thirsty, Connor didn't hesitate to drink the cold black tea in front of him.

"Both you and Voldemort have this kind of thing. If you browse around in the library, you can catch clues. But so far, I have not seen anything similar from Harry."

Looking at Dumbledore, Connor whispered.

"Of course, you can also say that he is still young, but this is also what I want to say. After all, he is only 11 years old, principal... and as far as I know, he knew nothing about the entire magical world at least a few months ago.

You know, that is to say, he has only entered the wizarding world for a few months."

Dumbledore naturally understood what Connor was expressing, but looking at his similarly young figure and his red hair, Dumbledore was a little lost for a moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Finally, a calm but solid question came, and Dumbledore lost his voice.

There was even a complexity that was difficult to describe in words on his face.

"That's what I'm doing, Connor."

After coming back to his senses, the principal whispered.

This is more like a confession than a response.

"I believe he can defeat Voldemort. Harry has this potential."

"No, you don't believe in Harry at all, you believe in the prophecy."

Some things are never secrets.

When the news of Voldemort's defeat spread, the 'prophecy' that was supposed to be kept secret also appeared on the table with the fall of the Dark Lord.

Why were the wizards at that time willing to believe that a baby like Harry Potter could defeat Voldemort?

Because that is what prophecy is, and he is the son of prophecy.

"But the child of prophecy can be anyone, even Neville. It's just that Harry is in that position, so you want to guide him to grow up - this is what you really think in your heart."

Of course, the so-called guidance is actually just a relatively nice way of saying it.

Deliberately arrange some trials for him to overcome difficulties.

If necessary, he needs to actually face Voldemort...or face the possessed Quilinus Quirrell.

And these can even be summed up in another way:

"You are trying to make an 11-year-old kid face a once-brutal demon without his knowledge, and you are leading him down a dangerous path."

Tear off the cloak of prophecy and throw away those particularities, and this is what it looks like now.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

"Because this is the perfect time, Connor."

Dumbledore explained calmly.

"Harry now has the love of his mother, and the mysterious magic of his parents still protects him. Tom can't hurt him now."

"I see."

His eyes trembled a little, and Connor shook his head.

Although he didn't know the specific effects of the mysterious magic Dumbledore mentioned, it should be the blessing given by his mother before she died.

"If it can really reach this point, then Lily Potter was indeed a very good wizard."

"...So, do you agree with this?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

"Why should I agree?"

However, Connor showed an even stranger expression.

"To be honest, it's impossible for me to agree with this kind of thing. What's more, Mr. Principal, what you do is not perfect."

Connor slowly broke open a piece of biscuit and stuffed one piece into his mouth, but placed the other piece in front of his kitten.

‘Kass Kass’

The sound of kittens nibbling on cookies sprinkled with frosting echoed.

Not only Dumbledore, but even Fawkes who was preening his feathers couldn't help but take a second look.

And it was Connor himself who broke the silence.

"Look now, as the principal, you still encounter problems. You do follow the rules, but for those who don't abide by the rules, they only need a little trick to drive you away. Your careful arrangements

."

Dumbledore obviously had no way to refute this, he just smiled helplessly.

"But precisely because we have always followed the rules, we are different from them."

"But this is not in line with the actual situation. Headmaster, if you had accepted the position of Minister of Magic, your current situation would have been much better. At least other people in the Ministry of Magic would never dare to impeach you at will."

Although Dumbledore has many titles, such as Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, etc., the law enforcement agency is ultimately the Ministry of Magic.

"But that might lead to a worse situation, Connor."

Connor understood Dumbledore's thoughts and mentality, so he didn't say much in the end.

"You are indeed old, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Finally, Connor stood up.

"However, since it is your request, I will naturally find a way to fulfill it, but regarding the werewolf thing..."

"Werewolf...do you have any good suggestions?"

Dumbledore said.

"My suggestion? Of course, hide everything. This way you can still see who is using this to make a fool of yourself. Do you think that's okay?"

"...It's not impossible. Those werewolves in the Forbidden Forest are victims after all."

"Then it's settled, Mr. Principal, I'd like you to talk to the other professors."

After talking about those messy things, Connor just yawned.

"Then I'm leaving. It's getting late. I think I have to go back to the library or the dormitory to sleep for a while... Then, Mr. Principal, good night."

"Wait, Connor."

But just as he casually walked to the door, Dumbledore stopped him.

At this moment, the old principal also stood up.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a small problem.

Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"I'm a little curious, Connor, if it were you, what would you do in the same situation and position?"

"If necessary, I will become the Minister of Magic. After all, if I want to do what you do, the higher the position, the better."

"Aren't you afraid of getting lost and intoxicated?"

"Why be afraid? I never indulge in it."

"Why... can you be so confident?"

At that moment, as if the identities were completely reversed, Dumbledore just asked.

It wasn't that he wanted to get any response, he seemed to really want to get an answer.

But, does this mean anything?

Connor doesn't know.

But he just shrugged.

"Because I know that no matter what I do, I will never go against my true intentions. It is all for a more noble ideal, and everything I do is for the greater benefit!"

In Dumbledore's eyes, his red hair was so dazzling.