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Defense Against the Dark Arts course...

To be honest, the curse of this course and other wills are a legend circulated within the campus, and some seniors even say that they have noses and eyes.

When Connor has been carefully examining this matter, is it actually true?

After a moment of astonishment, Connor couldn't help but take a closer look at the old man in front of him.

"Since this curse is true, then you..."

"You want to ask me why I don't get rid of it, don't you?"

Seeing through the doubts in Connor's heart, Dumbledore just responded patiently.

"Because even I can't do this myself. That child has fallen too deep, and his research on various curses is beyond my imagination."

"So, the person who cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is..."

"It's Tom."

Voldemort.

"All right."

After hearing this, Connor also gave up the idea of ​​talking.

As for lifting something... It's a pity that curses have never been his strength and expertise.

Since Professor Dumbledore has failed to deal with it for so long, Connor thought it would be better not to interfere casually.

"Maybe we can only hope that he can solve this problem by himself now? After all, the person in this position is himself."

"Of course you can expect that, although it seems unlikely."

"Why isn't it possible?"

"Because Tom is very proud, and he is never willing to pay the price of peering into the darkness."

"So, the consequences of the curse will only be borne by Professor Quirrell?"

"Not necessarily, but it's certainly not going to be easy for Quilinas."

Under the moonlight, an old man and a young man were chatting casually.

It seems that at this moment, the people appearing here are not professors and students.

Although Connor did maintain verbal respect and no less honorifics, his attitude was more like chatting with an old friend.

However, they are not friends after all, nor are they the kind of friends who can talk about everything.

In fact, after a few casual conversations with Professor Dumbledore, he found that there was nothing left to talk about.

Although there was no real estrangement, Connor found that he and the old man who was carrying a heavy burden had nothing in common.

As a result, his whole body was almost frozen there. After several attempts to speak, Connor shook his head.

"Uh... Principal, do you have anything else to do?"

"I do have something to do tonight, are you interested in taking a look?"

Dumbledore initiated the invitation, and Connor couldn't help but glance at the moonlight outside the window.

After weighing and hesitating for a while, he nodded.

"Okay, but Wheatcake prepared some midnight snack for me..."

"It's okay, we can eat slowly on the way."

Dumbledore said so.

And what he said was indeed literal, "Let's eat slowly on the way" meant that he also wanted to eat midnight snacks, and what he ate was not his own midnight snacks, but Connor's snacks.

When the two of them strolled from the library on the fifth floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor, Connor discovered that almost half of the cookies and biscuits prepared by Wheat Cake had fallen into the old man's stomach.

An old man who is over a hundred years old is just like an ordinary child, happily chewing honey-filled cookies, as if they are the most delicious snacks in the world.

Moreover, unlike Connor who needed a cup of black tea to relieve his tiredness, he didn't need that at all and could just swallow it without feeling tired.

"You seem to really like sweets."

Connor couldn't help but said,

"Ah, sweet food is always liked."

Dumbledore didn't feel that his behavior was embarrassing at all, he just smiled calmly.

"Although many adults nowadays always like to claim that they don't like sweets, but believe me, those are just excuses they want to show off their maturity."

"For example?"

"Say...Severus?"

"???"

When Connor looked confused, Dumbledore just smiled and blinked.

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it? He usually wears a big black robe and walks like a big bat carrying the wind. The classroom is as stuffy as Azkaban's cage. It's eerie and scary. Many students say this about him.

Many people even wrote letters of complaint to me, hoping to replace this teacher."

"ah……"

At this time, Connor actually wanted to reprimand this not-so-serious old man in a righteous manner.

How can you organize teachers in your own school like this?!

But there was no way, the principal's words were so accurate that Connor even wanted to clap his hands and applaud.

"So, does Professor Snape also like sweets?"

"Yes, I went to Honeydukes Candy Store to buy some snacks last time, and I found him there. He was buying sizzling honey candies there."

Connor has eaten that stuff before, it's so sweet.

But, Professor Snape eats sizzling honey candies?

ah?

Although Professor Dumbledore said so, Connor found that he could not imagine that situation at all.

No, Connor found that he could still give a certain outline if he forced himself.

For example, the big dark bat with the hooked nose was happily eating those sweet candies with a smile on his face.

"Forget it."

When certain outlines appeared in his mind, Connor felt chills all over.

"Let's forget about this kind of thing. I don't want to imagine it, and I feel like I can't think of it."

"Um."

Dumbledore didn't deny anything, he just smiled.

He smiled and touched the head of the gargoyle stone monster at the door. There was no password, no need to cast a spell, and the monster quickly got up and got out of the way, exposing the door to the principal's office.

Connor just watched Professor Dumbledore walk into his own office.

"come in."

That's what he said.

"There's something I might need your help moving."

"Let an 11-year-old student who has just been in school for three days move things? Principal, you are really interesting."

Despite what he said, Connor still walked into the office.

To be honest, he would not believe what Dumbledore said.

Let students carry objects?

Use students as coolies?

He felt that with Dumbledore's moral integrity he should not be able to do such a meaningless thing.

"If you want me to see something, you can tell me directly. I actually don't like listening to riddles there..."

Suddenly, he was stunned because what appeared in front of him was a huge mirror.

The height almost touches the low ceiling, with a golden frame and two claw-shaped feet supporting it.

This is an extremely gorgeous mirror, but there is a vague magical power surging through it.

By some strange coincidence, he cast his gaze directly above the mirror, where an incomprehensible sentence was engraved:

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