Change the world from Hogwarts

Dumbledore's experience must be very complicated, or in other words, his life must be very exciting.

Connor was so convinced.

Not only because of the needs revealed by his sweet lifestyle, but also because from his words, Connor could vaguely detect a hint of regret and pain.

Maybe Principal Dumbledore should have hidden it well, and there was no big change in his expression, but some of Connor's own abilities were just so unreasonable.

"If you act stubbornly, you will make big mistakes...is this what you mean?"

"Not only that, it might even destroy a poor child who could have been saved in the first place."

Well, but I am a child myself.

Connor actually wanted to say this, but Dumbledore's somewhat complicated expression made him gradually restrain himself from the inappropriate words in his heart.

So what if it’s true?

Now is not the time to stress about your age.

"I understand, Principal."

Just under this interruption, the ship was about to approach the somewhat ancient small pier.

Two days ago, Connor took a boat from here and entered this magic school with other little wizards.

But just before it actually docked, Dumbledore slowly raised his hand.

There were no spells, no specific gestures, not even a wand.

The old wizard seemed to simply stretch out his hand, as if caressing the air.

Then, the direction of the boat changed like this.

It turned the ship directly, but instead of heading towards the castle, it began to roam at will, and now it was near a dense forest.

There, Connor felt like he could vaguely see a small house that was smoking, and there seemed to be a large number of huge pumpkins planted at the door.

"Anyway, the general story should start from yesterday. The principal should know that our Hufflepuff's first lesson yesterday was potions, right?"

"Ah, yes, I heard that you are one of the few students in the class who has achieved Severus' teaching goals."

"But in the end, I still didn't get any points. Instead, I got points deducted."

"I regret this. Severus does... have some shortcomings in this regard."

But that's all.

The old headmaster had no intention of holding anyone accountable, or even interfering with Snape's educational methods.

For this, Connor could only express regret.

"Anyway, that's it. Ernie had an accident in class, so I went to the infirmary to see him. Later I found out that Neville was also admitted to the hospital, so I went to see him, and then I met Ron there...

It was Ronald Weasley, whose rat I met at that time."

"mouse?"

"Yes, a mouse that looks ordinary but is actually lethargic due to malnutrition. And you should understand that I can feel many different things."

"Yes, your magic of harmonizing natural life has reached a level that even I would envy. Not everyone is qualified enough to get close to nature."

These words are not just a show of words or a compliment!

From Dumbledore's words, Connor really felt the emotion that seemed to come from his heart.

No, maybe this is fake?

But is it necessary?

After a short period of thinking, he did not come to any convincing conclusion. After coming back to his senses, Connor's expression became subtle.

"A wizard like you can learn quickly. It's not difficult."

Similarly, just as Dumbledore has no need to compliment an 11-year-old wizard, Connor has no need to compliment their headmaster in this regard.

Because he is the greatest wizard of this era, bar none.

Compared with Harry Potter's title of savior that may seem a little watered-down now, perhaps this old man is more suitable for the title of savior.

"Magic, after all, is something that can be understood by analogy. As long as the understanding of magic can clearly understand the limits, it is not limited to wands and spells. These things are really simple. The so-called wizards, after all, use their own will to control and even interfere with reality.

The presence."

"But not everyone has enough courage to let their will face nature and even the world."

So what this means is...

"My will is not as strong as you think, kid, I am just an ordinary old man."

For a moment, Connor found himself speechless.

"Anyway, that's what happened."

As if the previous conversation had never happened, he just abruptly brought the topic back on track.

"I sense that there is something wrong with that mouse. He is a wizard..."

"Animagus?"

"Well, I couldn't figure out why a wizard would hide in the Weasley family. It didn't look like a servant, but seemed to have its own purpose, so I made an excuse and planned to persuade Ron to take his mouse with him.

Find a professor."

"To stay away from the campus hospital?"

"Yes, I was afraid that exposing him on the spot would cause panic, so I had to do that. Originally, I thought that whether I found Professor McGonagall, you, or Professor Snape, I would have enough power to control him... As a result

I miscalculated."

"He broke away from your control, wandered around Hogwarts, and finally arrived in the classroom in Quilinas?"

In the end, there was no need for Connor to add anything to these matters. Professor Dumbledore had already completely filled in the facts.

"Headmaster, you seem to know all about this."

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore slowly spoke:

"...I am focusing on Quilinas."

He still gave his answer.

"Ever since he went to the Albanian forest, he seems to be quite out of sorts."

This is also obvious.

Although Connor did not attend today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Quirrell's stuttering behavior at the dinner two days ago really worried about the quality of his teaching.

"This involves another issue. Although the injury was fake, one thing is true. Principal, when I was sleeping, I did have a dream. Many people appeared in the dream, and not only

There is Professor Quirrell and the mouse. Although I can’t remember some things clearly now, I still remember that they all worked for the same person.”

And Dumbledore actually already knew that name.

"Voldemort."

Vaguely, a cold wind seemed to surge above the Black Lake, and some kind of disturbance spread outwards along with this reputation.

However, neither Connor nor Dumbledore cared.

But soon, the calmness on Dumbledore's face was shattered.

Connor mentioned that name at this point:

"Peter Pedillo, that's the name of the mouse I saw in my dream. Principal, do you know who he is?"