Change the world from Hogwarts

Facing the old principal's teasing, Connor just showed a helpless and confused attitude.

"Phoenix is ​​very beautiful, principal."

Dumbledore still smiled gently and looked at the phoenix on the shelf.

"Fox, this kid says you're beautiful."

Probably because he understood the principal's words, the beautiful phoenix just raised his proud head, and the posture of spreading his wings seemed to show off his beauty.

"Can I watch for a little longer?"

"Please feel free to do so."

After receiving the principal's approval, Connor stood there, quietly admiring Phoenix's gorgeous appearance.

After staring at the flames that seemed to be dancing on the feathers for a while, he moved his gaze with satisfaction and focused his attention on Principal Dumbledore again.

An old man and a young man just stared at each other.

Connor looked like he was thinking, but Dumbledore just smiled, as if waiting for something.

"If you don't know what to say, you can take your time and don't rush."

"I just don't know how to greet you."

Under Principal Dumbledore's gentle gaze, Connor just sighed.

He reached out and scratched the back of his head.

"Especially after yesterday's conversation, there are some things that I haven't fully digested yet...but there is only one thing that is certain."

Connor stared at the greatest wizard alive today.

It wasn't an inspection or a careful look, he just looked at it.

There was a hint of expectation and hope unconsciously in his words.

"These things can be solved if you're willing to take the initiative."

"But I also said, kid, I can't do that."

As he said this, Dumbledore gradually faded the smile on his face.

"There are many things I can't do."

Albus Dumbledore.

His reputation as the best wizard in the world is, in some ways, like pure burdens and shackles. They tightly bind him, allowing him to follow all the rules and regulations like an ordinary wizard.

If there is a trial, if there is a series of formal procedures such as prosecution, then he can appear in court to testify.

He can also catch the action and preserve the evidence.

However, he could not take the initiative.

These are things that Connor knew yesterday, and Dumbledore expressed his own position in every word.

However, this is not the whole reason.

Some things just didn't make sense to Connor.

"I believe Professor Quirrell is the witness. Veritaserum can solve all troubles... Even if it doesn't work, you can make them tell the truth."

However, the old principal did not respond.

This is a clear attitude of rejection, which was what he was doing yesterday.

Albus Dumbledore will only do what is right and true.

"You still believe in the prophecy, don't you?"

After all, there was no answer to this question, and Connor didn't expect to get any answer.

He just held out his hand:

"You promised me yesterday that you would give me an approval note."

"Ah, yes, so I have prepared the approval slip."

He waved gently, and a piece of paper flew towards Connor on the simple wooden table.

"This is your approval note."

Connor lowered his head and glanced at the contents on the approval note.

'Due to the student's excellent academic performance, he is allowed to study by himself in the library and spend the rest of his time freely. The following books in the restricted book area are also available: "Powerful Potion", "Human Transformation", "Humans and Legendary Creatures", "The Body of the Fire Dragon"

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Can you be more perfunctory here?

You got excellent grades on the third day of school, right?

Also, do I really need to read these books?

After a cursory glance at the content on the note, Connor just widened his eyes.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I see."

After putting away the note, Connor sighed.

Without saying anything more, he just walked to the corner of the principal's office.

"Then, I'm going to the library to read. Goodbye, principal."

"goodbye."

Dumbledore smiled and waved, and the hoverboard took Connor down.

After he left the principal's office, the portraits of the principal who had pretended to be asleep quickly woke up.

"What a rude student. He questioned the principal's decision without saying a few words."

A principal with a beard and a mean look on his face complained.

"Are all children today like this?"

"That's a good thing, Phineas."

Glancing at the complaining principal, Dumbledore just smiled and said.

"Authority... does not necessarily mean correctness. I am happy that someone can question me."

"But he doesn't seem to have any respect at all..."

"After all, I don't deserve his respect. At this point, I don't know whether many things are right or wrong...such as the incident with Sirius."

Principal Phineas Nigellus Black immediately shut up after mentioning the name of his unsatisfactory descendant of the family.

"He didn't do it, but he admitted...it would be better to die in Azkaban."

Principal Phineas said fiercely.

But not long after, he asked again:

"Does he still have a chance to come out?"

Before Dumbledore could answer anything, he continued cursing on his own.

"Those beasts at the Ministry of Magic, what on earth were they thinking? They were unwilling to do some of the most basic investigations? Are they unwilling to follow basic procedures?"

"Because they are the authority, Phineas."

The person who spoke was not Dumbledore, but an old man holding a paintbrush.

"Principal Turner..."

Faced with Phineas' feeble call, the old painter named Turner just drew one stroke at a time, as if he was painting a butterfly.

"The structure of the Ministry of Magic has actually been problematic from the beginning. I originally wanted to make some changes, but in the end I didn't even get to that position. Then I also hoped that latecomers could work hard in this area. As a result, now, those people

On the contrary, it is deeply ingrained.”

Principal Turner did not continue, but glanced at the current principal Lana who seemed to be deep in thought.

"Perhaps, only when a loud slap slaps them in the face, causing pain to those guys, can we understand the real reliance of a wizard."

This obviously means something.

But unfortunately, Principal Dumbledore had no response.

In the end, all my thoughts turned into a sigh:

"Oh, painting is still fun."

"What new paintings does Principal Turner have?"

"Let me see, let me see."

For a moment, the principals got into a fuss, and they all wanted to squeeze into Turner's painting frame.

"Principal Turner, when will I contact that boy of yours? I want to change my living environment..."

"Principal Turner, I heard that your boy is getting married. Congratulations."

The topics were all kinds of strange, but no one bothered Dumbledore who was deep in thought.

On the other side, Connor had already arrived in the library on the second floor, and the person who received him was Mrs. Irma Pince.

"Principal Dumbledore's approval note...you?"