Change the world from Hogwarts

At this moment, Isobel's expression clearly showed a hint of disdain and arrogance.

However, the words she said were completely contradictory to her current performance.

"Is it like... I think you should know about this kind of thing yourself, right?"

Connor asked helplessly.

At this moment, Isobel's expression seemed to have changed slightly, and a certain look appeared in her eyes that seemed to be nothing at all.

"So, what do you want to say?"

She seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It was hard to tell what kind of mentality she had in her eyes.

Maybe it's interest, or some kind of expectation.

Under that straight gaze, Connor felt uncomfortable all over.

For a moment, he felt like he was being entangled in something very troublesome.

"I don't want to say anything."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Connor just shook his head.

"I respect everyone's secrets...as long as there are no big problems."

So the summary is:

"Then if you say it's similar, then it's similar, but no matter what, I still suggest you not to show off too much..."

"Aha, is it that gregarious thing again?"

Before Connor could finish his words, Isobel shook her head.

"I don't like listening to this kind of stuff either, it's very boring."

"But I think you seem to get along well with your classmates..."

"Because they cater to me, which is fun."

After hearing this, Connor understood what she was thinking.

The person I met in Potions class before was relatively aloof. She didn't like to be disturbed, and she didn't like anyone to hold her back. However, the person who appeared in front of her seemed enthusiastic and bold, and seemed completely different.

But the rejection deep in my heart has not changed at all.

The only difference is that she will not refuse other people's admiration and pandering, and enjoys it quite a bit, but she will never make any deliberate distinction.

So the question is, what kind of girl is that shy girl wearing glasses?

Maybe, that kind of rejection of outsiders...or strangers is actually her nature?

"Well, are you distracted?"

Before Connor could think more, he saw a small hand waving in front of his eyes.

Connor couldn't help but take a step back.

"No, I'm just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I said I was thinking about you, do you believe it or not?"

"..."

Isobel was obviously dazed, but when she came to her senses, she suddenly laughed.

"Why don't you believe it?"

She directly reached out and patted Connor on the shoulder.

"Anyway, thank you."

Without saying anything more, she left happily, leaving Connor confused.

how to say?

He felt that he could understand Isobel's thinking logic at the moment, but he could not keep up with her excessively jumping mind.

"...So, how should I call you?"

After coming back to his senses, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Um?"

She stopped in her tracks, and when she looked back, her red eyes seemed to be shining.

Even crystals with flaws and cracks can glow with dazzling light at certain angles.

"Well~ I won't tell you!"

She left, and it was not until this moment that Connor saw a trace of the lively attitude that should belong to a little girl from her jumping movements.

"Is it really... Isobel MacDougal?"

Thinking of her name, Connor's first reaction was not to relax and soothe him. Instead, he frowned.

There are many secrets in her body, and those three completely different personality expressions are definitely just the tip of the iceberg.

But unfortunately, the best that Connor can do now is to keep a cautious eye.

After all, he had a lot of things that needed to be dealt with. Who asked him to choose the most troublesome way to deal with them?

There is no way for Peter to be exposed. He must at least be caught in action. He must not be given any room for sophistry, nor can he be given any room to fight with the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, Justin, I'll leave this to you."

After casually talking to his roommate, Connor also thought about leaving the campus hospital.

"where you go?"

"Go to the library...I missed two classes yesterday...no, it should be three classes. Of course I have to make up for it now."

But of the three classes we had yesterday, two of them couldn’t be studied in the library!

Justin wanted to say that, but Connor had already disappeared at the door.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Ernie, who was lying on the bed, obviously didn't know what happened. He fell off the broom for the second time and was a little confused after drinking a special potion. He was moaning like this.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about a question."

"What?"

"It would be better if we have time to go to the library to study the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks on our own. With Professor Quirrell's lecture speed, I'm afraid I won't learn anything at all in one school year... Connor has already gone to the library to study on his own. I think with his

The learning speed is so fast, I estimate that I need to learn more in one afternoon than in a few of our classes.”

"Hmm...that makes sense. Let's wait until he returns to the dormitory and ask him if he is willing to give us extra lessons."

Of course, it is impossible for Connor to know about his roommate's thoughts.

Moreover, his target is not actually the library.

After a while, he had already rushed all the way to the third floor and went straight to a gryphon sculpture at the end of the corridor.

And when Connor approached, the griffon slowly raised its head.

"Password?"

"Lemon Sherbet."

'Boom'

With a muffled sound, the sculpture began to split from the middle, revealing the path leading to the interior - it was a passage leading upwards, and a suspended stone slab.

It's true that the principal's office is on the eighth floor, but as a strategic fortress used by wizards to resist foreign enemies, the secret passages inside Hogwarts can be said to extend in all directions.

Just like the rest rooms of each college, excluding the main entrance, there are at least three secret passages leading directly to the outside. The same is true for the principal's office as the core.

Its main entrance is on the eighth floor, but Dumbledore told Connor that the sculpture at the end of the third floor can also reach the principal's office.

Moreover, unlike the exterior staircase design, a permanent suspension spell is imposed on the interior.

When Connor stood up and the wall in front of him was completely closed, the stone slab levitated upwards, sending him directly to the eighth floor.

At the same time, a large number of bookshelves came into view. When Connor subconsciously looked around, the first thing he saw was clusters of silver smoke.

They spurt out from the small silverware on the table, rendering beautiful and psychedelic colors.

Various portraits hang around, and they are male and female, old and young, obviously the past principals of Hogwarts.

According to their preferences, they will place portraits of themselves at their proudest age here, but now they all look like they are resting.

Finally, Connor set his sights on the shelves on both sides of the desk.

On one stood a tattered Sorting Hat, while on the other stood a vibrant magical animal.

"Phoenix..."

Connor couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing its free and carefree appearance made him very happy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect Fox to be more attractive than me."

As this old and humorous voice sounded, Connor really turned his attention to the white-haired principal.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."