Change the world from Hogwarts

"For the greater good..."

Dumbledore muttered these words, and he closed his eyes, as if savoring them carefully.

And when his thoughts returned to reality, he looked at the 11-year-old child again.

But unlike the fanaticism and determination that he imagined might exist, in his eyes, Connor was just scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"How should I put it? Maybe my personality is not suitable for saying such things?"

After staring at his immature and young face for a long time, Dumbledore suddenly became happy.

"What's wrong? Are you shy now?"

"Yeah, I always think this sounds quite..."

"What's the point?"

"Young and energetic? I don't know how high the sky is. I don't know how to describe it."

Unintentionally, Connor's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Dumbledore's heart in the most casual manner.

"Are you young and energetic..."

Dumbledore gently held his half-moon glasses and smiled.

There was no impurity in that smile. If there was anything at all, it was probably just nostalgia and helplessness.

"This does sound a bit young and energetic. After all... no one can guarantee that they will remain unchanged in the future."

The old principal's words seemed to contain profound meaning, and to Connor's ears, it seemed like some kind of warning.

"That's why it's necessary to maintain order, Connor."

I said this to myself.

Connor understands this.

To be honest, he really didn't know how to judge this, but he just felt a vague resentment lingering in his heart.

That is a strong denial, and it is a completely opposite judgment based on some speculations from observing the Ministry of Magic's actions ten years ago to now.

It even contains a microcosm of wizarding society.

"...I actually support the existence of rules and regulations,"

Connor scratched the back of his head and said this.

"It's just that the so-called order, I think, should serve wizards as a whole, rather than becoming a tool for some people to seek personal gain... What do you think, Principal Dumbledore?"

"..."

The old principal didn't speak, he just stared at the red-haired child quietly.

Connor didn't back down and looked at him as well.

It was obvious that he was about to leave the principal's office, but Connor kept the door open and looked back.

Then, he smiled and said:

"The principal asked me so many questions before, so he definitely doesn't mind me asking one question, right?"

"Of course, I'll be happy to answer your questions."

"If, principal, you discover that the order that exists today has become a tool for certain privileged classes to evade responsibility and seek benefits, what would you do?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a meteorite falling from the sky into the deep sea, causing violent waves in an instant.

This question was like a sharp spear, cutting open the hearts of the other principals as well.

They no longer even pretended to be asleep. The eyes in the portrait looked directly at Dumbledore and the child named Connor.

Dumbledore remained silent, as if he was thinking and hesitating.

Finally, he gave his answer:

"I will try to change."

"Putting your hopes on the next generation, right? Or maybe you're trying to persuade me or something."

"..."

Dumbledore did not respond, but the old headmaster's silence clearly stated his attitude.

"The idea is indeed good, but...it will take a long time, and we may even have to sit back and watch some tragedies happen."

After saying this, Connor didn't stay any longer.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, he left with a light step, as if he didn't have any worries.

His eyes are full of longing and expectation for the future, trying to do something, trying to change something with his own hands - just like he used to be.

In the principal's room, Dumbledore was still sitting in his chair.

His eyes wandered around the semicircular room, first moving to Fox.

But Phoenix, who had known him for a long time, ignored him and just continued to preen his feathers with his beak.

Then, Dumbledore looked at the portraits again, but the principals who had been paying attention to the conversation closed their eyes one by one.

In the end, only the principal was left paying attention to him. His name was engraved below the old man with a gray beard:

Armando

"You know what, Albus."

Seeing Dumbledore looking at him, the retired old principal spoke.

"That child reminds me of you in the past. You were calm and confident, with a strong sense of purpose... You were even more radical than him."

"I know, principal, I know..."

…………

Time passes slowly.

After a night of fermentation, the subsequent effects of the werewolf invasion finally arrived.

When the students who had spent the night in trepidation gathered in the lounge the next day, they got a clear answer from the deans of their respective colleges:

Classes are closed on Friday.

Although they can still move around within the school without any restrictions, teachers still ask students not to wander around, maintain normal daily life, and just study by themselves.

At first, the students were doubtful about this.

They actually didn't hear much movement in the lounge, but when they came to the auditorium to have breakfast, they saw those strange wizards dressed in black.

Although the clothes are not uniform in terms of clothing, the black dress also exudes an unspeakable oppression.

"Those people are..."

Ernie was stunned.

"Those people are Aurors."

Gabrielle said.

"How did the prefect know he was an Auror?"

"Because there is an old acquaintance there."

Georgina responded calmly.

She slowly folded the bread and vegetables into a refreshing sandwich and slowly put it into her mouth.

"She has noticed us now too."

"who?"

"Hey!"

Before Ernie could say anything, he saw a figure approaching quickly.

It was a woman. Although she was wearing a black leather coat, her fluffy pink hair was extremely conspicuous, making her look like a large bubble gum.

Coupled with that enthusiastic smile, it really diluted the Auror's chilling atmosphere a lot.

"Georgina, Gabri, are you okay?"

The woman looked carefree and stretched out her hand to hug the Hufflepuff prefect into her arms.

"I haven't seen you for so long, but you are still so beautiful. You haven't been disfigured by those werewolves, right?"

"Of course not...actually none of us have ever encountered a werewolf."

Being directly hugged by the woman, Georgina said helplessly.

However, Gabriel frowned.

"How did you know there were werewolves? How long has it been since?"