Change the world from Hogwarts

Professors McGonagall and Sprout couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment, Snape frowned, and finally Professor Quirrell.

Still wearing a turban, and exuding an unpleasant smell, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, as if praying, and seeming to relieve his shock.

And this dull atmosphere was finally broken by outsiders.

"Forgive me for being late."

A dull voice sounded, and a figure like a mountain squeezed into the door.

"I just finished patrolling the Forbidden Forest, and no students have sneaked into it recently. However, it's only been two days since school started. I think the little Gryffindor guys are all feeling bad, but don't worry, I will protect them.

Safe, they..."

Then, the chattering voice of the hybrid giant suddenly stopped.

"Well……"

After noticing Connor, his eyes widened instantly.

"Why are there still children here? Are you lost?"

Almost without thinking, he asked about Connor's condition with such concern, not noticing the strange looks in the eyes of other professors.

"No, it's nothing. It's just that Principal Dumbledore was giving me extra lessons."

Connor smiled shyly.

"Wow, Professor Dumbledore personally gives you tutoring lessons, then you must be a very talented child."

Hagrid obviously didn't realize how solemn the atmosphere here was before. He just laughed and stretched out his huge palm to pat Connor on the shoulder.

"You will definitely become an outstanding wizard in the future... Oh, by the way, I have some late-night snacks here, do you want some?"

"Okay, Hagrid."

Finally, when Hagrid took out an ugly-looking piece of pie from the clean package he carried with him, Dumbledore stopped him.

"It's very late now. The child should go back to rest. He shouldn't eat too much before going to bed."

"Oh, yes."

Without any doubt, Hagrid quickly took back his rock cake.

"It's a pity that you don't have a good meal anymore. Go back to the lounge and rest, kid."

"Pomona, take this child back. He looks a little too sleepy."

"Child, come with me."

In this way, Connor left with Professor Sprout.

On the way, the short and fat dean just led the way:

"Perhaps as a first-year freshman, you are not aware of the many secret passages in the school, but you have to remember that among the four colleges, badgers know how to protect themselves best, and we are also the best at knowing various passages to protect ourselves.

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They didn't leave the fourth floor at all, they just walked into the corridor on the left and walked to the floor-to-ceiling picture of a small house.

It was not a portrait, so there was no password, but Professor Sprout took out his wand.

The light points flickered, and a ray of light wrapped around the door of the distant view cabin like a chain. With a slight pull, the picture suddenly and abruptly moved forward, as if the camera had been zoomed in.

Soon, the door of the hut overlapped with the picture frame, and the floor-length painting in front of me turned into a door.

Professor Sprout just knocked on the door.

"There's no one inside, stop shouting, it's bedtime... Even house elves need to rest, can't you let Oatmeal take a break?!"

Wheat cake??

Hearing this name, Connor couldn't help but be stunned.

"We are Hufflepuffs."

Faced with the impatient sharp voice, Professor Sprout was not angry, she just responded kindly.

Immediately afterwards, the impatience in the house disappeared, and was replaced by kindness that surged outward, almost overflowing.

"oh……"

"It's a Hufflepuff wizard."

A hole was opened above the door that was originally locked, revealing a pair of huge eyes that could never be seen by humans.

It protrudes outward, as if the entire eyeball is exposed.

Not to mention humans, even the elves who work at Gringotts don't have such eyes.

This kind of ugly appearance, which can even make ordinary people get goosebumps at a glance, is exactly the characteristic of house elves.

No one knows what this ethnic group originally looked like, but after the war with the ancient wizards, generations of enslavement made them what they are today.

"It's Hufflepuff... Please forgive my rudeness, please come in, please come in!"

Immediately afterwards, the door without a door handle slowly opened, revealing the internal structure.

"come in."

Professor Sprout said with a smile.

The furnishings in the room in the scroll were very simple, and there were no house elves there. There was only a small table and a bed, which seemed to be used for people to rest.

Then, Connor's eyes moved to the wall, and he saw a portrait of a house elf.

He was not dressed in rags, but in luxurious clothes.

The clothes themselves are very beautiful, but when worn on the house elf, they give off a nondescript feeling.

"Ah, Hufflepuff wizard... I remember you, you are Headmaster Sprout."

"Yes."

Professor Sprout responded.

"This kid needs to get back to the lounge quickly from here."

"So just leave from here? No problem, no problem!"

Then, the wall where the portrait of the elf was located opened back, revealing an internal downward passage—not a staircase, but a larger hole, which was completely a slide passage.

"Go in, go down from here to the kitchen, and from the kitchen you can return to the lounge. The elves will show you the way."

"Okay, Professor."

Without any further answers, Connor walked into the slide.

"etc."

But just when Connor was about to hug his kitten and leave, Professor Sprout called him again.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"What you said before...that is, did Professor Dumbledore tell you anything?"

"Huh? No."

Connor shook his head.

He didn't lie. The old principal never said he wanted to hide anything.

"He just told me he was going to hide something there."

"Then did he give you anything?"

"No, but the principal taught me a lot. Together with him, I got to know a lot of magical animals, some dangerous creatures, and learned some spells."

"So fine."

Professor Sprout just smiled.

"Okay, let's go back, kid, and remember not to disturb your classmates. At this time, most people should have rested."

Professor Sprout left in a hurry, obviously going back to the corridor on the right.

After she left, Connor gradually stopped smiling on his face.

"After all, it's a clear statement, and problems will arise only if you don't realize it."