Change the world from Hogwarts

Really, when some answers slowly emerged in Connor's mind, Connor felt like he was going crazy.

How could an old wizard who had faced all kinds of dark wizards and seen big storms actually have fear?

Connor almost subconsciously wanted to deny those things, but at the same time, his reason told him that this was the real answer.

Although many people believe that Albus Dumbledore has no fear and is even willing to die if necessary.

However, many people forget one thing.

What can make people fear from the inside is not necessarily external objects, but also the inside.

And Dumbledore may be such a person.

After just a short period of contact, Connor found that his understanding of the principal had changed dramatically.

He once thought that he should be a strong, free and playful old man, but underneath that lively performance that would make even children smile, what was hidden was a man who was imprisoned in a cage and bound by various chains.

With the soul.

"So, the greatest wizard in the world: Albus Dumbledore will always do what is right in the eyes of everyone, right?"

After just sighing, Connor spoke.

"You have set a boundary for yourself, and you will never touch it unless it is extremely critical."

As for the reason, it is very simple.

"What scares you the most is actually yourself."

Yes, the greatest wizard in the world: Albus Dumbledore is most afraid of himself, and this fear comes from his own reason.

"So, you are absolutely unwilling to touch that bottom line. You are afraid that you may fall into another field because of personal affairs and other things."

Finally, the boat that had been wandering aimlessly on the black lake finally docked.

But it was not under the Hogwarts Castle, nor the place called the Forbidden Forest on one side. They finally landed on the opposite side of the Black Lake.

The shock from the slight collision slowly spread, seeming to urge the old and the young to get off the boat directly.

But neither Connor nor Dumbledore made any move, they remained on the ship.

"You are unwilling to exert your extraordinary power, and you are unwilling to use your influence too much. You want to treat yourself as an ordinary wizard as much as possible, and place your hopes on the current order."

Without asking for the old principal's opinion, Connor just made this judgment and conclusion.

This was also his interpretation of the disaster and the misunderstanding that existed on the surface.

"What you pursue is procedural justice and the stability of the entire wizarding society."

At this moment, Connor's mood was very complicated.

He felt that he could understand the old principal in front of him and what he was thinking.

However, he wanted to laugh again.

"If you trust that order so much, then it should be flawless...right?"

Maybe it was emotion, maybe it was sarcasm, but these words are inexplicably harsh now.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Connor just covered his forehead and then his face, as if he was trying to adjust his expression.

After patting his cheek again, he asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Principal, anyway, I want to ask about some specific details, such as...the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement and the arrest of Sirius. I haven't figured this out either. Even if you don't take action, some things should be able to be solved through external force.

Solved."

Even now, Connor feels like he can list those objects.

"Reading memories does not necessarily require Legilimency. You can simply remove the memory and put it in a pensieve, or use veritaserum or something. I think the Ministry of Magic should have these. I believe that through these means

, and there will be no unjust, false or wrongful convictions.”

But now that it has happened, there is only one answer.

"Did they not use these methods? I guess they didn't even go through the most basic procedures, prosecution, trial, etc., didn't they?"

"……Yes."

Dumbledore whispered.

"At that time, without any trial, the Ministry of Magic threw Sirius into Azkaban."

"Then we really have to thank them for not executing the death penalty or anything like that. At least they provided a chance to make a comeback, right?"

Although what he said, it was clear from Connor's words that he had no good impression of the Ministry of Magic.

He just covered his face and rubbed his temples. The tediousness and sorrow that lingered in his mind made him exhausted.

"Headmaster, please tell me that the Ministry of Magic issued the sentence without finding out the truth just because of anger, okay? Please tell me that it was because of their hatred of those dark wizards and those Death Eaters that they did this.

.”

However, Dumbledore did not speak, and his originally clear eyes seemed to be mixed with some turbidity.

It seemed that the person Connor was talking to at this moment was not the headmaster of Hogwarts, nor the greatest white wizard of the 20th century, but a dying and frail old man.

"You decide for yourself, kid."

For a moment, Connor was a little distracted.

Why do these words sound so familiar to him?

But then again, this seems to be giving some kind of power of choice and judgment, but in fact there is nothing!

On the contrary, this exposed something deeper.

"Get off the boat, kid, let's go somewhere else."

Dumbledore stood up slowly and walked onto the shore, with Connor following behind him.

An old man and a young man were strolling across from Hogwarts, and the path they took was obviously leaving Hogwarts.

After briefly glancing around, Connor once again focused his attention on the principal.

"I actually don't mean to criticize your attitude towards life, principal, but what you are facing now is indeed a huge trouble."

Let’s not talk about the past events, nor the cause of death of the Potters, let alone Harry’s life experience and the title of savior. The problem now lies in the school.

"If nothing else, Professor Quirrell is in such a state that he is irresponsible to the students every day at school."

This is true in every sense of the word.

"Not to mention the troubles Voldemort will cause, aren't you worried about the quality of education in the school? I heard that there are major exams in fifth and seventh grade. You can't make fun of the future of the school's students, right?"

Then, the principal gave his answer.

"Of course I won't make fun of the students' future, kid. In fact... I will always assist in giving lectures and provide training on O.W.L.S."

"What should Voldemort do?"

"What do you think we should do? Child?"

Dumbledore did not give a clear answer, he just asked.

"Ask me? Principal? You are the principal of this school, you..."

Then, Connor's original complaint stopped.

He found that he seemed to understand something.

"Principal, you..."

Connor became incoherent for a moment, and at this moment, Dumbledore stretched out his hand:

"Child, give me your hand."

"Um?"

"Don't you want to go to the doctor? Go to St. Mungo's."

"Ah, yes, I have to go to the hospital."

Connor couldn't help but pat his head.

Then……

"Then can I ask the last question, principal? Although I feel that I have already guessed it roughly, but... I think it is better to ask you yourself."

Connor put his hand on Dumbledore's old hand.

"You know my mother and my grandfather, right?"

"Yes, I know them, especially your grandpa, I know him, but... I think I let him down, kid."

‘Whoosh’

There was a burst of distortion and vibration, and the two people who were far away from Hogwarts disappeared.