Change the world from Hogwarts

Because the door was so tightly closed, Connor subconsciously frowned.

The portrait was placed here, and she also saw a mouse scurry in with her own eyes. Connor didn't think that the mouse who should be named Peter would directly change back to its original shape.

And assuming the door is closed, there is no reason why a mouse could get in.

But now, my 'little kitten' is locked away like this... Could it be true that as Mrs. Cat said, when a big hairless mouse rushed in, a gust of wind blew the classroom door shut?

Are you kidding...

Of course, maybe Mrs. Cat didn't lie, and what she saw was indeed such a situation.

However, Connor was unable to deal with the matter as fact.

Who is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Oh, by the way, Quilinas Quirrell, this guy... doesn't seem to be a good person?

Closing his eyes tightly, Connor tried to find some clues from his remaining profound memories, but unfortunately, he could not remember them very clearly.

"That's all, it's not like you have no brains. You must follow those things."

After taking a deep breath, Connor reached out and knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

There was no one inside, he could confirm this, otherwise a big rat would rush into the classroom where classes were still in session and cause some commotion no matter what.

So the question is, what exactly will happen inside?

‘Dong dong dong’

With doubts, Connor knocked on the closed door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and not long after, the door was opened.

When the door just opened, Connor smelled the smell of garlic.

The smell was even a bit pungent, and Connor couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Uh...Professor Quirrell?"

"Ah, you, you, you, who are you?"

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to be trying to express his kindness, but he was stumbling over his words.

"I'm Connor, Connor McMahon."

"Oh oh oh, nice to meet you, Mr. McMahon."

Is your stuttering severe?

Can you really attend class well?

At this moment, strong confusion emerged in Connor's heart.

Although Professor Quirrell had already introduced himself at yesterday's banquet, Connor still wanted to complain about this.

And more importantly, there was an unspeakable sense of disharmony emanating from his body, which was even stronger than what the teacher named Banban had brought to him.

And when he really paid attention to this, he found that the unnatural tearing feeling was more serious than yesterday.

Under the strong smell of garlic, Connor even vaguely felt the presence of another smell.

"What's the matter with you coming here?"

Quirrell obviously didn't know that he had been labeled in Connor's heart, and he still expressed his enthusiastic attitude.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"I was looking for a mouse for my friend, and many pictures told me that it came here."

"Oh oh oh, it's the old mouse that's losing its hair, isn't it?"

"Professor Quirrell, do you know?"

"I, I, I saw, it, its body was a little uncomfortable, it was caused by malnutrition, so I, I, I..."

Before Quirrell could finish speaking, a shout came from the corner staircase in the corridor.

"Connor... Connor, why are you running so fast? Wait for me!"

The sound sounded like he was about to expire.

It's Ron.

He had lost Banban before and had wasted a lot of time on the first floor. When Connor met him, he was already out of breath.

Then he ran after him all the way, probably exhausted by now.

"My mouse...my Banban, have you found him?"

After slowing down for a while, he hurried over again.

But soon, Ron came back to his senses and covered his nose again.

"Why does it smell like garlic..."

He looked at the professor in front of him, and Quirrell's smile became even brighter.

"This mouse is yours, right?"

"Ah, Banban!"

But after seeing the mouse held out by Professor Quirrell, Ron obviously no longer cared about the smell of garlic. His love for his only pet made him overcome the pungent smell, and he quickly held the mouse in his arms.

inside.

"Is he here with you? Professor..."

"Yes, I, I, I fed him some mouse strength supplements. He seems a little malnourished and has some gastrointestinal problems. He needs to be recuperated slowly."

"Ah, thank you, Professor."

Ron spoke subconsciously.

"He's just malnourished, isn't he?"

"Yes."

Although Professor Quirrell's stammering look revealed a strong sense of confusion, it was not easy for people to trust him.

But the sense of security that the position of professor brings is unparalleled, and Ron seems to be relieved by it.

"As long as it's okay..."

However, before he could feel at ease for long, Ron's complexion, which had calmed down, turned red again.

He seemed to have remembered something, and his expression was obviously strange.

"I don't have money to give you, Professor, the rat tonic is very expensive..."

When he talked about this, his head almost buried in his chest.

The embarrassment of his family made it difficult for him to talk about it, but Quirrell laughed.

"No, it doesn't matter. The old mouse is still alive today. You must like it very much. I like to see how you and your pets live in harmony."

Then, he turned around and walked back into the classroom, apparently going back to his office.

"If you have any questions, you can come to me again. I can help you take care of your pets."

He almost tried his best to get these words out of his mouth, and then closed the door with a smile.

Seeing his appearance, Ron couldn't help but hug the mouse in his arms tighter.

"Although communicating with Professor Quirrell is tiring, he is really a good person, isn't he?"

Ron gently stroked his mouse, which seemed to be sleeping soundly, and said with a smile.

But soon, he became distressed again.

"But Scabbers is really malnourished. How could it be? I never forgot to feed him... By the way! It must have been Percy! He must have failed to feed Scabbers well!"

As a result, his brother, the prefect, was once again put in a scapegoat.

Connor didn't know whether Percy had ever fed a mouse, but he knew that Scabbers... or Peter was definitely not an ordinary mouse.

His appetite must be incomparable to that of an ordinary mouse.

So what should we do now?

Looking at Ron's joyful expression, Connor just frowned slightly.

It was at this time that another voice came.

"You are here..."

It was Harry. When Connor looked up, he saw the boy wearing glasses trotting over.

He obviously wanted to contribute his share.

"How's it going? Did you find the mouse?"

"Found it, Banban is here."

Ron showed off the mouse in his hand, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good……"

He didn't care whether he helped or not, as long as it was fine.

"Let's go back to the campus hospital. Madam Pomfrey said before that Neville might have to lie down for a while. If he can't make it for lunch, we can find a way to bring him something to eat..."

They began to discuss these trivial matters in the school again.

Connor himself frowned. He did not participate in this topic, and his mind was full of things about the mouse.

We have to find a way to expose this matter, and we must expose it to the teachers.