Change the world from Hogwarts

The weird words and the scene that resembled a magical riot made Madam Pomfrey realize that things were not that simple.

But what the school doctor can do is actually very limited. The school doctor who seems omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary students is ultimately just an ordinary witch.

She had seen many situations in the school hospital of Hogwarts, but this kind of situation similar to the second magic riot was extremely rare.

Not to mention being agitated, this child still acted so weak.

"Child, how are you?"

"I...I just want to sleep."

"I will prepare some dreamless sleeping potion and palliative for you. Drink it and have a good sleep."

"good……"

Of course, Connor was well-behaved. He didn't object to anything and just drank the two bottles of potions prepared by Madam Pomfrey.

Only after that, he reached out and grabbed the school doctor.

"By the way, Madam Pomfrey."

As if remembering something, Connor just covered his forehead.

"What's wrong, kid? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"

"No, it's just that a lot of names came to my mind, and there were also a lot of people inexplicably."

Connor frowned, looking quite distressed.

"Madam, have you ever heard of that name... Nagini? There are also James, Sirius, Peter, Lupin, Lestrange and so on. I feel like I'm dreaming after a good night's sleep.

Saw a lot of things.”

"...I've heard of children."

"Then can you tell me whose names those are? Obviously I have never heard those names before."

"You should rest for a while first. You look very sleepy now."

In this way, the effect of the Dreamless Sleeping Potion gradually took effect, and Connor, who initially seemed dazed, quickly fell into a peaceful sleep state.

After hesitating for a while, Madam Pomfrey hurriedly left the campus hospital.

However, this gentle school doctor may not have expected that when the door of the school hospital was closed, the fragile boy lying on the hospital bed would open his eyes.

"call……"

After taking a deep breath, Connor looked up at the ceiling.

"You have to wait a little longer..."

To be honest, Connor didn't know who Madam Pomfrey would go to.

Maybe Professor Sprout?

She is the Head of House Hufflepuff after all.

Or maybe Professor Snape?

Although he is the Head of Slytherin, he is indeed a Potions Master.

The faces he had seen appeared in Connor's mind. Except for Quirrell, who had problems in the first place, all the professors he knew and did not know were all reviewed in his mind.

In the end, the face of the kind old wizard with a crooked nose emerged in Connor's mind.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Connor has a good sense of his first sense, and as an old wizard who looks very old and is very famous, it should be easier to understand his state.

As for the others, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Just like that, with that peaceful attitude, Connor continued to lie down on the hospital bed.

And a while later, he felt a burst of movement echoing in his ears.

"This is the boy, Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay, I understand, I will handle this matter."

Connor did not open his eyes, but he could feel the old man approaching.

That old body contains power that ordinary people can't imagine.

He may be old and his physical functions are gradually declining with the passage of time, but this does not mean that he will become fragile.

"Child, how about opening your eyes? I think it's better for you to retain your consciousness now."

After Madam Pomfrey left, the Headmaster finally spoke up.

His voice sounded a little slow, but more gentle.

In this regard, Connor found that he seemed to have no choice but to continue pretending to be stupid.

"Can you tell, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It's very interesting. Although your body has returned to normal now, there are still some non-human characteristics left in your body. I guess it is the flaming bag of a fire dragon or some other creature. It has been maintaining your extremely high body temperature.

This should be the result of your natural magic."

When Connor really opened his eyes, he only saw the old man blinking his eyes like an old naughty boy.

"Ordinary wizards may not be able to see it, but fortunately, I do have a little more experience than ordinary wizards."

His index finger and thumb were twirling like this, which really conveyed that insignificance.

It's just that it's okay to listen to such humble words, and Connor will never take such words seriously.

"call……"

After gently exhaling a hot breath, Connor just sat up slowly.

Although he was a little surprised to be seen through or something, it was actually not a big deal.

According to the Sorting Hat, he actually came to attention very early.

"Then... let's get straight to the point?"

Connor was not a person who liked to talk nonsense. He met Dumbledore's gaze and shrugged.

Although he was still a little dazed at first, it looked like he had not adapted to the rhythm of Connor, a young man.

But soon, Dumbledore laughed.

"It's not impossible, but do you want to stay in the hospital bed like this?"

"uh-huh."

"Are you interested in walking around with this old man like me? I don't think you want to lie here all the time, do you?"

…………

For first grade students, the morning passes quickly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class made the little lions of Gryffindor and the little badgers of Hufflepuff so sleepy that they didn't know what they had gone through after the class. Fortunately, the Herbology class restored their spirits.

After class, some Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students mingled together and headed towards the school hospital.

"Fortunately, the plants introduced by Professor Sprout are very interesting. The effect of white fresh essence is really amazing. Besides, I heard that a bottle of white fresh essence in the store costs ten galleons."

On the way from the first greenhouse to the campus hospital, Ron chattered endlessly about his thoughts.

Perhaps because of the Weasley family's unique enthusiasm, or because of a guilty conscience, his voice is particularly loud now, as if he is afraid of being left out.

However, Ron himself is not actually a person who is used to finding topics.

Even at home, as the youngest son, he was not taken seriously, and at school he played more of a listener role.

Not to mention, not all of the people in the crowd are his acquaintances.

He knew Neville, even his parents had told him to treat Neville well in school.

But others are different.

For example, Connor's roommate, MacMillan, or Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was said to be attending classes at a place called Eton College.

And that's not all.

In fact, if Madam Pomfrey had not set the number of visitors, there would be even more people.

Thinking of the Hufflepuff students voting there before, Ron felt mixed.

On the one hand, he envied Connor's popularity within a few days of admission, but on the other hand, it was hard for him to imagine what would happen if they knew that it was probably their own rat that caused him to be hospitalized.

Fortunately, this torture-like situation is almost over.

There was no need for them to take the initiative to enter the school hospital. They met the always kind school doctor outside the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"We came to visit Connor, madam. Senior Cedric brought him here before. How is he doing now?"

"He...he can't see anyone now, kids. He has been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital."

"ah???"

Has it become serious enough?