Change the world from Hogwarts

Although nothing special happened from beginning to end, Dumbledore simply showed up with Connor in front of the professors and dean.

But this was actually Connor's purpose, not to show other professors, but to show Quirrell.

Although the logic behind it is difficult to explain, and there may even be various problems if you study it carefully, it doesn't matter, because Dumbledore is indeed the kind of person who can do such a thing.

This is enough, what is needed is that illusory but real seed of doubt.

"Let's go, Phil."

After gently scratching his kitten's chin, Connor quickly got into the bucket and slid down a passage.

From the fourth floor to the kitchen located underground, there is at least five floors in height, but Connor discovered that some kind of magic seemed to be cast in the passage.

He did not slide faster and faster, and his speed along the way could only be described as smooth.

Soon, he slipped out of the passage, and after landing safely, a scent of fragrance floated into his nose.

The kitchen seems to always be like this. As a catering place for more than a thousand people in the school, the house elves here are always busy.

Because this was his first time in the kitchen, Connor couldn't help but look at it for a while, and his presence also attracted the attention of the house elves.

"Ahhh! Mr. McMahon!"

The first one to rush out was the wheat cake - it was still wearing the clean black robe. It had a somewhat funny eagerness and smile on its face.

"Why are you in the kitchen? Didn't you leave with Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, but Professor Dumbledore had something to discuss with the professor, so I was sent here through the secret passage by Professor Sprout."

"Ah, that's it."

Wheatcake just nodded.

"Do you have anything to eat? We also have some biscuits, juice and so on."

"Ah, this is..."

Connor wanted to refuse at first, but before he could speak, he saw that Wheatcake was already looking around elsewhere.

"Quick, quick, take it out!"

The movements of the elves are quite fast, and their club possesses spell-casting abilities that today's wizards can only look up to. In just a few snaps, a large number of snacks have been piled up in front of Connor.

They are even carefully packaged.

"..."

In an instant, Connor understood why Ernie carried a lot of things back to the dormitory like that.

Although he had heard about the enthusiasm shown by the house elves, Connor was still frightened by this development.

"This is really... I wonder if you know Ernie MacMillan?"

"Ah, we know each other! Mr. MacMillan comes to greet us every morning. Woohoo, he actually says good morning to us. He is really a good man."

The elves wiped away their tears as they watched, and Connor felt vaguely uncomfortable.

The house elves' servility engraved in their blood through ancient magic is at work, and their defeats in ancient times have made them always regard wizards as beings higher than themselves.

This imprint is more profound than the wooden stake in the elephant's memory.

"Ernie is that kind of person...but the important thing is that the snacks you gave him are all placed in our dormitory. Even if they are eaten for breakfast every day, he will eat some in leisure time, but he cannot finish them at all."

"It doesn't matter, we put magic on them! The food made by the food spell developed by Ms. Hufflepuff has a very long shelf life, it doesn't matter if it stays for several years!"

Is this a question of how many years it has been left?

Not good at all.

However, these snacks cannot be returned.

There was really no other way, so Connor could only wave his wand and use the levitation spell to levitate the packages.

"Then I'll accept these."

"What a great spell, what a great spell."

Suddenly, there was a burst of warm applause in the kitchen, which made Connor even more tired.

I'm not performing anything...

However, he also understood that there was no way to explain this kind of thing to these elves, so he quickly got into the secret passage in the kitchen.

After leaving those enthusiastic house elves, Connor couldn't help but take a deep breath.

After gradually losing the helplessness on his face, he gently scratched his kitten's chin.

"It feels like there are really a lot of things going on today, Phil, but anyway, I have openly disclosed my camp."

"Meow~"

"If nothing else happens, he will pay special attention to me next. If he jumps over the wall in a hurry, his subordinates may also attack me. That is the evidence I want to arrest."

"Meow~"

"Well, I know I won't be in any danger, but after all, I have classmates, and I don't want them to be involved in this kind of thing... Well, Principal Dumbledore should ensure their safety, right?

After all, we are students in the school."

However, when talking about this, Connor's face did not look relaxed at all.

It's funny to say that I obviously got along well with Principal Dumbledore before.

Although there was nothing in common, the atmosphere of the conversation was quite relaxed.

However, Connor couldn't trust him in this matter.

But to be precise, he couldn't just watch some kind of threat in front of him and do nothing.

Something must be done about this...

"But no matter what, it's too late today, Phil. Even if you want to say some things, you have to wait until tomorrow."

After all, it's past twelve o'clock in the evening no matter what.

Professor Sprout also told him to be careful not to wake up his classmates when he went back to his dormitory.

Should I go to bed anyway?

With this thought in mind, Connor quietly opened the door of his dormitory.

However, the figure under the copper lamp still shattered his other thoughts.

"Huh? Aren't you guys asleep yet?"

Ernie, Justin and Wayne.

They just stayed in the living room, as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"I didn't see you when I went to the library in the afternoon. Where have you been?"

"Oh my god, you weren't caught by that old guy with his eyes popping out, were you?"

"Really, if you don't come back, I'm going to go out to find you."

The roommates were chatting away, and that kind of care even made Connor feel a little guilty.

You can't tell them that you were directly attracted to a certain book in the library and kept reading until the night curfew, right?

Coupled with some reasons that were definitely impossible to tell these students directly, Connor felt at ease and directly applied the template that he had prepared long ago and discussed with the person involved.

"I'm making up lessons at the principal's place."

"Who's there?"

"headmaster."

"Which principal."

"Principal Dumbledore, who else could it be."

After a brief silence, intense questions erupted in the dormitory.

"seriously?!"

After a brief moment of questioning, Ernie suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, Connor, it just so happens that you have been approved by Principal Dumbledore, so I want to ask you a favor."