Change the world from Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore was always around, that was inevitable.

Someone secretly used the Disguise Charm to sneak into the library in the middle of the night. This would not be a good thing, and would even have unpredictable consequences.

As the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore would not let this matter get out of his control under any circumstances.

But of course, putting aside those topics about responsibility, the real reason is because Connor really felt his presence.

Connor looked somewhere in the shadows, and there, a kind old man slowly appeared.

He just calmly walked out of the shadow where the moonlight could not shine and walked under the moonlight.

He was still wearing the purple wizard robe, and the half-moon glasses on his face reflected a gleam of light.

For a moment, even Connor couldn't tell whether it was pure moonlight reflection, or Dumbledore's complicated wisdom and thoughts overflowing.

"Then what do you want to say, Mr. Principal?"

"I don't know everything, Connor. There are some things I didn't know until recently."

He just spoke in a gentle voice.

For a moment, Connor felt as if he really saw a long and long tiredness on his body.

"So, how much did you hear about what she said before?"

"More than half."

Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then your conclusion is..."

"She's not a bad child, is she? She's very good, and she doesn't have a bad heart either."

Connor also agrees with this.

"When there was a conflict in the library, her first thought was not to curse or curse, but to disarm her."

but……

"This has nothing to do with what we are talking about now, principal."

Connor didn't accept those words that made him think about the right and wrong.

Maybe he will be attracted by some topics that interest him, but forget about such specious emotions and descriptions.

"I just want to get a more accurate answer."

"..."

However, when faced with Connor's straightforward inquiry, Dumbledore remained silent for a moment.

This moment of silence seemed to last longer than eternity, as if there were some things that were really difficult for this old man to say.

"I actually have some speculation here, do you want to hear it?"

"Okay, I just have time."

Under the moonlight, the old man smiled, but his smile looked a little tired.

"First of all, we can see that Miss Isobel has no special interest in other books in the library. She went straight to the news ten years ago, and she obviously attaches great importance to it."

"Yes……"

"Furthermore, her last name is not Black. Even if I mentioned the Black family, she would quickly deny it. But at some point, an overly intense denial is no different from admitting it in person."

"Yes."

"She wants to clear Sirius's mind."

"yes……"

For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten the art and charm of words, and just turned into a ruthless repeater, constantly confirming what Connor said.

It seemed like it was full of flaws, but Connor no longer had any thoughts or ideas to complain about.

"Then, the conclusion is very simple - Miss Isobel, she should be Mr. Sirius's... daughter."

After hesitating for a moment, Connor finally expressed his conclusion completely.

"If it were a collateral relative, there would be no need to be so dedicated. At the age of 11, you would want to go to school to investigate this matter..."

"The most important thing is because she hates me. It can be seen that the child has lost a lot because of me... I think it is because I proved the reason why Sirius was James and Lily's secret keeper 11 years ago."

Seeing Dumbledore's slow attitude, Connor couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

What should I say?

"Well... I originally wanted to find some more tactful reasons."

"Thank you, kid."

Dumbledore said slowly.

"But I'm not so stupid that I don't even want to admit it."

"So, what to do?"

"The child has already given the answer himself, hasn't he?"

"...Do you really want to involve her?"

"It's not that I wanted to involve her, Connor."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'm just waiting...waiting for the bitter consequences of a past mistake to come to me in person to judge me."

"Mr. McMahon! Mr. McMahon! Where are you?"

At this moment, a house elf suddenly ran out of the room.

Its anxious and funny tone directly broke the dull atmosphere.

"Where did the little wizard go! Oh no, the wheat cake lost the little wizard!!!"

Then, the high-pitched tone suddenly stopped.

Before it could run far, or before it started running around in the castle, Wheatcake saw an old man and a young boy standing in the library having a conversation.

"Ah, Mr. McMahon... Principal Dumbledore!!"

Seeing that they were not far away, Wheat Cake just pointed at the open secret door.

"When Wheatcake prepared juice and snacks and returned to the room, he found that the door was open and the little wizard was missing. Wheatcake thought something had happened in Hogwarts..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on its somewhat ugly face, and it just scratched the back of its head in embarrassment.

"Hogwarts is safe, Mr. Wheatcake. Don't be so impatient in the future."

Dumbledore said gently.

But the house elf just blinked his eyes:

"Ah? Is Hogwarts safe?"

Although it was not intentional, it did tear down the steps built by the old principal.

"I still remember that Mr. Principal asked two big guys to be brought into the school... Oh no, this is not what I should be talking about at all. Wheatcake is not a good servant! How can you talk about wizards!"

It almost pulled off its big erect ears, and the screaming sound made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Wheat cake...wheat cake should punish yourself!"

"Okay, that's enough."

Just before it was really going to do something, Connor stopped it directly.

"Please leave first. Your services are not needed today."

"Um...well, then I'll leave first. If Mr. McMahon needs anything else, you can call me."

With a snap of his fingers, the wheat cake disappeared in full view of everyone.

In the end, only Connor and Dumbledore were left looking at each other.

And after the house elf's interruption, it was obviously impossible for them to return to the serious conversation atmosphere before.

Connor just reached out and rubbed his face, as if he was trying to adjust his expression.

But later, he couldn't help laughing.

"Ah, Hogwarts is very safe, pfft... I also heard that the school's classrooms are cursed. Is it true?"

"Really, so no teacher lasts more than a year."

"Oh haha..."