Change the world from Hogwarts

In the end, Principal Dumbledore left like this.

He did not have the mysterious and noble character in the stereotype of the students. He was just like an ordinary grandfather next door, and his figure gradually disappeared at the other end of the corridor.

The slightly thin, yet inexplicably safe figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never appeared before.

Only after he completely disappeared did the little wizards come back to their senses.

"You actually stand with Principal Dumbledore?"

When Connor stood beside him, Ernie came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"What did you do? Do you still need to try this kind of thing?"

After briefly glancing at the Slytherins with different expressions, Connor just shrugged.

"Thanks to Principal Dumbledore for taking the initiative to send me to St. Mungo's Hospital today. To be honest, it saved me a lot of effort. Otherwise, according to Madam Pomfrey, I might have to ask someone from St. Mungo's Hospital to do it."

Take me away."

Connor put his hand into his wizard robe, and after taking it out in a pretentious manner, he showed his classmates the parchment that still had body temperature.

"This is my medical record."

"Let me see."

Connor's three roommates came directly to his side, and behind them, Hannah stood on tiptoes, but she didn't see anything.

But it actually didn't matter, because Ernie and the others didn't notice it either, as they had seized a good position.

Not to mention the ghostly symbols above that only professionals can understand, even those clearly written proper nouns, they can't understand either.

"What is this? What bacteria infected the wound? What poison..."

After watching it repeatedly, Ernie finally came to a strange conclusion.

"Are you poisoned?!"

His surprised voice suddenly spread throughout the corridor, and students from both colleges heard it at once.

"Well, I don't have time to tell you this. When I passed by the basement yesterday, I was bitten by a snake hiding there."

Intentionally or unintentionally, he turned his attention to Slytherin.

"But it's really not a deadly venomous snake. It was probably specially arranged because someone wanted me to lie on the bed and not be able to get out of bed."

"But who would harm you?"

Connor swore that he had no beef with Ernie in this regard.

However, his outspoken roommate did help a lot in this regard. He directly handed over the knife, and Connor casually slashed the knife on the Slytherins.

"Yeah, who would want to harm me? I remember that I don't have any particularly big enemies, right?"

In an instant, they all understood.

The little snakes suddenly began to look at each other, and they all focused on Malfoy.

The little badgers looked unhappy.

When the atmosphere became increasingly solemn, Ernie pierced the window paper.

"Malfoy, I remember you seemed to be particularly active today."

"What does this have to do with me?!"

"Okay, this should have nothing to do with him. Malfoy doesn't have the guts."

Just when the conflict seemed to escalate, Connor directly cleared his suspicions.

However, this does not sound so comfortable.

Malfoy was gnashing his teeth there, but he was not stupid. Even though he was a little angry now, his self-esteem was not strong enough to allow him to admit such a stupid thing that he had never done.

Actively release a snake to bite someone?

Killing classmates?

This kind of thing really means whoever recognizes it will die.

"However, I think the truth will come out sooner or later. The principal has said that he will never tolerate students in the school who harm their classmates."

"Wow, he's so handsome. Since it's Principal Dumbledore who said it, I can believe it."

"Yes, I believe that Principal Dumbledore will be able to get to the bottom of this."

Seeing Ernie's appearance of singing a double act with him, Connor's expression became a little strange.

Did you really not discuss this with Ernie?

He himself began to doubt this kind of thing.

"Anyway, that's it. There's no need to deliberately doubt anything."

After directly integrating into his own college, Connor looked at the silent and uncertain Slytherins.

"Then there's no need for us to stay here, right? What do you think, Malfoy?"

"..."

Without saying anything, Malfoy took the lead and left, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle.

With such a leader in place, the Slytherin snakes hurriedly left. Connor watched them enter the corner and follow the stairs to the basement.

"Let's go back. To be honest, I miss the good smell in the lounge. St. Mungo's Hospital has a medicinal smell from beginning to end."

It did not arouse any suspicion, and with Professor Dumbledore as a guarantee, and the medical records that did exist, no one would doubt what Connor said.

In fact, given the little badgers' natural tendency to like liveliness, if it hadn't been so late and an astronomy lesson consumed a lot of their energy, they might have organized a welcome banquet for Connor.

Obviously he left for just one day and missed a day of class, but it felt like he had been gone for a long time, as if he had been ill for a long time.

A little troubled, but Connor was also inexplicably happy.

Ernie, Justin, Wayne, Hannah, Susan...

There were so many people that I couldn't even count them at the moment, but these students really cared about him sincerely.

And if there's anything that bothers me, it's probably that I'm a little tired.

"call……"

After returning to his dormitory and making sure that the doors were closed, Connor couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really...a little too enthusiastic."

At first, the other three roommates looked like they were going to make fun of something, but after seeing the uncontrollable tiredness on Connor's face, they just patted him on the shoulder.

"Would you like to take a shower together?"

"You guys go ahead. I've already washed it once at St. Mungo's Hospital before."

After yawning, Connor just opened the floor door of his bedroom.

"Well, I'll go to bed first. What class is tomorrow?"

He glanced at the class schedule.

"In the morning...well, there are flying lessons in the morning and no classes in the afternoon...that's great."

He went into his bedroom minding his own business, and the little kitten named Phil jumped down to the ground gracefully and obediently, and lay down on the desk.

"Meow~"

She called out, her sapphire-like eyes staring at her master.

After casually touching her soft fur, Connor buried his face in her body again.

"Meow!"

She was a little dissatisfied, but in the end she didn't struggle.

Connor just sniffed the unique aroma of his little one. After feeling a little more energetic, he took out the notebook he carried close to his body.

"A lot of things really happened today, Phil, and I'm a little tired now... I hope the Slytherin side doesn't find out that I'm deliberately trying to trick them."