Change the world from Hogwarts

Dumbledore seemed to be simply expressing emotion, but the timing was so perfect that Connor even suspected that Dumbledore was using magic to peek into his thoughts and thoughts.

However, this kind of thing is ultimately impossible.

"What was this room used for before?"

"A course that only existed in my time, but I should actually be the last student to take it."

"what class?"

"Theosophy."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"have you heard of it?"

"Uh... is it the theory that is also popular outside?"

"That's it. There once was a witch who had a whim and wanted to bring magic back into the eyes of ordinary people. That's why she made this attempt. She combined religion with the science that the Muggles had developed and returned it to the upper class of their aristocracy. In magic,

There are also many supporters in the world.”

However, there is no trace of this change now, and the results are obviously foreseeable.

"She failed?"

"Yes."

As if he was missing something, Dumbledore nodded.

"It was once popular in the past, but then I don't know when it started being accused of being a liar and a fraud. In the end, no one took this course, so it was no longer offered."

As if remembering the past, Dumbledore just walked slowly to the wooden podium, slowly placed the Mirror of Erised on the podium, then opened a corner of the cloth and took out a book.

Read the ancient books slowly.

Seeing the principal's actions, Connor couldn't help but have the thought of complaining in his heart.

Fortunately, the shrunken magic mirror should not have the same weight as it originally did, otherwise the podium would have to be crushed.

But what happens if it suddenly gets bigger?

Will it directly overwhelm Dumbledore?

Looking at the old but upright back of the old principal, Connor couldn't help but feel a strange malice in his heart.

To be honest, the principal's actions were too soft and too slow.

Although Connor also likes silence, he doesn't like that he can't do anything.

But since Professor Dumbledore was still there, he couldn't just walk around.

He just stayed behind Professor Dumbledore, staring at his back.

The professor obviously did not disappoint him. He did not look at it for long before he put the books back on the table.

"When people get old, sometimes they like to remember the past."

After sighing with emotion, Dumbledore put down the old book in his hand.

"I still miss the time when I was obsessed with class."

"But at the time when you were studying, Theosophy was already considered a heresy in the wizarding world, right? Why would you be interested in such a course?"

"Maybe...rebellion?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Seeing that there were no candidates for this course, and the events recorded above were contrary to a series of courses such as History of Magic, I became interested... Let me tell you secretly, my grades in History of Magic were quite bad, and Professor Binns criticized me for this.

Quite a few times.”

"Professor Binns?"

"Oh...you haven't taken History of Magic yet, have you?"

"Our History of Magic is tomorrow afternoon."

"Then you can meet Professor Binns. He is not very popular among students, but he has an excellent reputation among teachers...I like him very much now."

ah?

Could it be that Professor Binns is an extremely strict teacher?

For example, when I was a student, I hated this kind of teacher, but when I grew up and became a teacher, I gradually understood his good intentions... No!

Suddenly, Connor discovered a big problem.

"Principal, you said that Professor Binns was in the school when you were studying?"

"Um."

"How old is he now?"

"Who knows."

Without answering this immediately, Dumbledore just waved his hand gently, and the shrunken Mirror of Erised was gently carried to the corner of the abandoned classroom.

It gradually began to grow in size and fell firmly to the ground.

"Okay, let's just put this mirror here and let's go."

Then, they left the abandoned classroom.

Connor didn't ask any more questions, and Dumbledore didn't continue to speak.

They just walked on the road and reached the stairs.

"Where are you going next?"

Seeing that Dumbledore did not continue walking upstairs, but went down with him, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Go to the fourth floor."

"The restricted area on the fourth floor?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore didn't seem to have anything to hide.

"Want to come together?"

"...can I see it?"

"Why not? In fact, some teachers are staying there now... I'm going to hide something there."

"..."

Hearing this, Connor had a vague understanding.

"Basically all the teachers know you're hiding something there?"

"Not all, but some of the teachers you know are there."

"Including Professor Quirrell."

"Of course, he is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts after all. I believe that his experience in Albania will definitely allow him to provide some good suggestions."

"Then since Professor Quirrell is there, don't I have to go? After all, I still hope to show up in front of him more often."

Hearing this, Dumbledore laughed.

"Then let's go."

The two of them wandered slowly to the corridor on the fourth floor. After opening a door at random, they walked into the room.

"Albus..."

The first person who walked up to him was the familiar Professor McGonagall, but soon her sharp eyes like an old cat spotted the little tail following behind the old principal.

"This is……"

"Mr. McMahon was absent from class due to illness, but he is very talented, so I took advantage of my free time today to give him some tutoring."

Dumbledore introduced it lightly.

However, this kind of introduction obviously cannot satisfy other professors.

"This is no joke, Albus."

"Of course I know."

Facing the extremely serious Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore just showed a peaceful smile.

His wise eyes scanned the professors present - the deans of the four major colleges, and Quilinas Quirrell of the Defense Against Dark Arts class.

"Okay, kid, I have something to talk about with some teachers next. Can I have a rest room by myself?"

"I don't think so, Professor."

Connor said.

"What if I meet Mr. Filch along the way, and I won't be able to speak clearly at all?"

"Oh, what do you want to say?"

"I'll take you back, kid."

The person who spoke was Professor Sprout. It was actually very fast to go back to the lounge from here.

As the Head of Hufflepuff, she obviously knows the secret passage.

"Ah... um."

However, Connor seemed to be hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"Well... I think the teachers must have something important to discuss here. The principal said that he wants to hide something very important here, right?"

Suddenly, the assembled professors fell silent.