Connor knew that if he didn't want to expose himself, the only thing he could do was to find a way to let the professors know about the stinky rat.

Well, and Professor Quirrell.

Connor couldn't remember the contents of the book, but if he remembered correctly, the contents of the seven books were probably related to the final boss called Voldemort.

In other words, the mouse and Quirrell were actually colleagues.

With them already in place, it was really hard for Connor to separate them completely, not to mention that Peter's imperfect Transfiguration had been 'repaired'.

Phil had told him that Peter had at least had some of his human clothes on his body before he stormed the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, but that by the time Quirrell returned, he was a perfect mouse.

All of this indicates that there should be some kind of alliance between them.

It's just that, for Connor's current situation, the execution process and the preset treatment plan are completely different things.

Thinking of his old man and mother, Connor just pursed his lips.

To be honest, he didn't want to expose his peculiarity, nor did he want to expose his family background.

My own family education and the ideas instilled in me by my adoptive mother are all aimed at challenging the current order, and no one can guarantee what will happen if they say it.

Luckily, the situation wasn't particularly urgent, at least Quirrell had already returned the mouse.

Whether it's used as a potential hole card or for Peter to choose to lurk, it's a clear sign of staying the same.

So what should you do next?

Completely unable to think of it, Connor couldn't help but cover his head.

And just as Connor felt as if his mind was in a bottleneck, there was a cacophony of noises around him.

"It was when I suddenly shattered the glass in my house that I realized I was a wizard."

"I stole my dad's wand and pierced the ceiling of the house."

"Ha, I've forgotten this kind of thing for a long time, and my father has been teaching me magic for as long as I can remember!"

All sorts of voices came and went, and Connor was a little stunned for a moment.

In the middle of the class, a short, apparently elven wizard stood on a staircase stacked with stacked books.

It was Professor Flitwick, who was the teacher of Charms.

Hufflepuff's afternoon class was Charms, with Slytherin.

As far as the eye can see, the camps of the little green snakes and the black and yellow badgers are distinct, and the central table is even empty, and the gap is obvious.

They are now having a heated discussion and want to tell their story.

And this left Connor a little confused.

No, isn't it time for classes to officially begin?

"What's going on? What page is the textbook now? ”

He whispered to Ernie and Justin beside him.

"Professor Flitwick was asking us how we found out we were wizards, and he hadn't started the formal class yet, and he said he wanted to talk to us and get to know each other first."

Ernie spoke.

"By the way, I found out after a head-on win over one of my wild boars."

"What did you hit??"

"Wild boar, that wild boar arched its front, and I was scared, and it was knocked unconscious by me, and there were many wild boars following me."

Ernie didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and wiped his nose confidently.

"Those wild boars of mine are so close to me!"

Boy......

How old are you, so strong?

"When I was five years old, I accidentally twisted a spoon into a ball."

Justin chimed in.

"I accidentally fell off the stairs and got unscathed......"

Another roommate, Wayne Hopkins, who had not been very presence, also spoke.

Then, they set their sights on Connor.

"What about you?"

"I ...... Actually, I don't remember. ”

After pondering for a moment, Connor couldn't help but shake his head, and a strange look appeared on his countenance.

It wasn't like he was doing anything, he really couldn't remember the specifics.

"I only remember being taught magic at a very young age, probably because my family knew I was a wizard when I was a baby......

"Alright guys."

Before Connor could say anything more, Professor Flitwick's thin, high-pitched voice spoke.

His voice wasn't really loud, but it could clearly reverberate in the classroom under the blessing of the spell, which was enough to quiet most of the excited little wizards.

And after seeing that his drink stopped, Flitwick nodded in satisfaction.

"I know you're all proud of your status as wizards, after all, it's a gift to be able to use magic and use your will to perform those miracles...... But have you ever wondered what exactly a wizard is? Or rather, what is so special about wizards? ”

"Hey, isn't that easy? Aren't wizards just able to use spells? ”

"No, no, no, my father said that wizards are the noblest beings in the world, and we are the darlings of the world, completely different from those stupid Muggles."

"Isn't it someone with magical powers?"

The voices of the young wizards came and went, mixed with many immature personal opinions, but more often from the concept of family.

But before the discussion could sweep the classroom, Flitwick put an end to it.

He simply waved his wand and pointed it at one of the students, and a ray of light shone down above the student's head, revealing his presence.

"Mr. Fenrieri."

"Huh?"

After being named by the professor, he subconsciously wanted to get up, but Professor Flitwick reached out to stop him.

"Just sit in your seat, Mr. Finchrie, you're from a Muggle family, aren't you?"

"Hmm...... Yes. ”

"Tell me what you think of 'wizards', and what characteristics do you think wizards have?"

And in order to avoid unnecessary stress, Professor Flitwick added a few more words.

"Don't worry, I won't deduct points for this, it's just a simple question, and there isn't any standard answer."

After receiving such assurances, Justin was clearly a lot more relaxed.

His relieved expression even made Connor wonder a little bit - Snape must have made some psychological shadow for him, right?

With this question, Connor's expression was a little strange.

But Justin was uncomfortable, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was a little short of words.

"Uh...... Wizards, the biggest feature should be magic, right? Chanting mantras or something, you can do a lot of amazing things. ”

"Oh...... Thank you for your comments, Mr. Fenrieri. ”

Without commenting on anything, Professor Flitwick quickly turned his attention to the other students.

"Mr. Malfoy, what do you think?"

"My dad told me that wizards are noble beings different from Muggles."

"Okay, Miss Bones, what do you think?"

"Miss Abbott?"

"Mr. Nott?"

Flitwick asked a lot of questions, but he didn't give a standard answer that should have existed.

As for the students' answers, they were also strange.

For example, children like Justin who are stepping into the wizarding world for the first time will always involve magic, and most of the children of wizarding families focus on characteristics such as magic spells, and Slytherin even has some bloodline and status involved.

In Connor's mind, this is nothing short of creating a split between ordinary people and wizards.

Eventually, Connor found the light shining on him.

"Yes, Mr. McMab."

"Huh?"

"In your opinion, what is so special about wizards?"