Change the world from Hogwarts

With Professor Dumbledore's approval note in front of her, no matter how serious Mrs. Pince was or how she had her own thoughts, she couldn't express them freely.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest wizard of this century, Dumbledore's influence and achievements are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. On the surface, no one dares to question him.

His followers worshiped him and respected him, while his enemies feared him.

In the final analysis, all current situations can be solved with one sentence of comparison and question:

"Do you feel that your vision is comparable to Professor Dumbledore?"

Whenever someone has doubts, similar questions always arise in their minds.

After some deliberate manipulation, Connor now has a strong label of being a principal in the eyes of some so-called 'insiders'.

After Mrs. Pings hesitated for a moment, she finally swallowed back all those words of persuasion.

She was not going to question the child who seemed to be full of enthusiasm for learning face to face, but she would definitely find an opportunity to ask Dumbledore.

what is going on?

How could such a dangerous combination be lent to students?

That's all for powerful potions. Most of the students who were interested in Potions class would come to borrow this book, but he left the least harmful Potion Advanced book aside and turned to read other things.

"Human Metamorphosis"

"The Body Structure of the Fire Dragon"

What do you want to do with these two books together?

With some inexplicable indignation, Mrs. Pince just walked into the bookshelf in the restricted book area and dug out this book from the area about magical animals.

Unlike the extremely plain cover of "Human Metamorphosis", this book obviously doesn't look that old. There is even a picture of a fire dragon soaring in the sky on the cover.

It's even dynamic, just moving between the clouds and the mountains.

"This is the book you want, kid."

"Um."

After taking the book, Connor flipped through it casually, only to find that it did not have as many restrictions as the previous book "Human Metamorphosis". The text and pictures appeared in front of Connor easily.

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The original author is noted on the first page:

"Albus Dumbledore..."

Ignoring the long list of extremely formal middle names, Connor just stared at the two names before and after.

Good guy, this book was written by the principal?

[Thanks to my old friend Nicholas Flamel for his guidance and help. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to him.]

This was written in the message at the beginning, and Connor didn't read it much, just closed it completely.

"Thank you ma'am."

He smiled at Mrs. Pince.

But the old witch's expression was still serious, as if she had no idea of ​​gratitude at all.

"Sign your name here. The time limit is one month. If you want to continue borrowing it, you have to renew it or return it."

"It doesn't matter, I will finish reading it within a month."

"Rather than these, I hope you can be more careful, kid. Even if you get Professor Dumbledore's approval, I believe Professor McGonagall must have emphasized the dangers of transfiguration in class, especially with this magical animal.

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"I know, so I just read the book with a learning attitude. Even Animagus requires a long preparation time, doesn't it?"

Connor just said this.

For a moment, his words actually sounded like they were watertight.

However, what really calmed Mrs. Pince down was her trust in Principal Dumbledore.

It seemed that as long as there was approval and approval from this old man, everything would go smoothly.

"Then I'm going to read a book, ma'am."

After signing his name on the book borrowing list, Connor bowed and left directly.

But before he could take more than two steps, there was a sudden noise at the door of the library.

Just looking over, Connor saw a senior Ravenclaw senior girl following an 11-year-old junior girl, who seemed to be talking vaguely.

Connor realized that he knew all these people.

The senior classmate is Penello, the prefect of Ravenclaw, and the little white-haired girl walking in front is an old acquaintance.

"Isobel..."

At the same time, there were several Ravenclaw students around them.

Michael Corner.

Terry Butt.

Anthony Goldstein.

They seemed to be persuading something together.

"Are you really not going to think about it? It's just to help teach you some knowledge or something."

"No interest, I'm very busy."

As they got closer, Connor really heard what they were talking about.

"However, if this continues, our house points will definitely be overtaken by Hufflepuff."

Michael said anxiously.

"If you chase me, just chase me. It's just the academy points. I can only say that I tried my best."

After speaking slowly, Isobel immediately choked the three boys of the same age into speechlessness.

As a prefect, Penello has no intention of forcing anything further.

After giving a wry smile, she just shook her head:

"In that case, I won't bother you anymore. The reading club will still be held regularly. If you want to join, you can come at any time."

After saying this, Penello wanted to leave directly.

However, Michael seemed to be unable to bear it any longer:

"Why don't you have any sense of college honor?"

He couldn't help but raise his voice, and when the original whispers completely spread, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere inside the library was instantly broken.

However, Michael didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter.

"The Quidditch school team wanted to invite you as an exception, but you refused to participate. Now they want you to help guide your classmates in the reading club, but you are not willing to do so. You..."

"Why should I?"

Just when Michael couldn't help shouting loudly, Isobel's light words blocked all his roars.

"What is the sense of honor in the academy now? Before, I was trying to slap a hat on me because I was a little slow at the end of Potions class, and teamed up with other classmates to isolate me. What? I owe you?"

Unhurriedly, Isobel just put her hands behind her back, and her red eyes carefully looked at the peer in front of her.

"You keep shouting about the academy's sense of honor. I'm curious, do you get half as many points as me? You're the weakest and the one who shouts the loudest, right? You're a waste!"

After the call ended, Michael's face turned red.

Seeing that further conflicts were about to break out in the library, a voice suddenly sounded:

"What's wrong? Children, is there any conflict that needs to be resolved in this quiet library?"

It's Mrs. Pince.

She walked slowly, carrying the wand, with a steady gait, but her serious face and the few feather dusters floating around told her unhappy mood.

"What kind of conflict is it?"