The strange words, the scenes that resemble a magical riot, make Madam Pomfrey realize that there is nothing simple about this.

But what the school doctor can do is actually very limited, and the school doctor who seems to be omnipotent in the eyes of ordinary students is just an ordinary witch after all.

She had seen many situations in the Hogwarts hospital hospital, but the resemblance to the Magical Second Riot was extremely rare.

Emotions aside, this kid is still so weak.

"Son, how are you?"

"I ...... I just want to sleep. ”

"I'll prepare a little dreamless sleeping pill and a reliever for you, drink it and get a good night's sleep."

"Good ......"

Connor was of course well-behaved, and he didn't object to anything, but just drank the two vials of potion that Madam Pomfrey had prepared.

It was only after that that he reached out and grabbed the school doctor.

"That's right, Madam Pomfrey."

As if remembering something, Connor just covered his forehead.

"What's wrong kid, is there any other place that is uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just that there are a lot of names in my head, and there are many figures inexplicably."

Connor frowned, looking rather distressed.

"Ma'am, what have you heard of that...... Is Nagini the name? And what else is James, Siris, Peter, Lupin, Lestrange and whatever, I feel like I've dreamed a lot of things after a good night's sleep. ”

“…… Heard of children. ”

"Can you tell me whose names those are? I'd never heard those names before. ”

"You can rest for a while, you look very sleepy now."

In this way, the effect of the dreamless sleeping agent gradually took effect, and Connor, who still looked dazed, soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

After a moment's hesitation, Madam Pomfrey hurried out of the hospital.

However, the gentle school doctor may not have expected that when the door of the school hospital closed, the fragile boy lying on the hospital bed opened his eyes.

"Hoo ......"

After taking a deep breath, Connor looked up at the ceiling.

"We'll have to wait a little longer......"

Truth be told, Connor didn't know who Madam Pomfrey would go to.

Maybe Professor Sprout?

She's the head of Hufflepuff after all.

Or maybe Professor Snape?

Despite being the head of Slytherin, he is indeed a Potions Master.

Connor's mind was filled with the faces he had ever seen, and all the professors he knew and didn't know were going through his mind except for Quirrell, who was already in question.

Eventually, Connor's mind came up with the face of the kind, crooked-nosed old wizard.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Connor was good to his first senses, and as an old wizard who seemed to be very old and very famous, it should be easier to understand his state.

As for the rest, it shouldn't be much of a problem.

And so, with that peace of mind, Connor continued to lie flat on his hospital bed.

After a few moments, he felt a movement echo in his ears.

"This is the child, Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay, I see, I'll take care of this."

Connor didn't open his eyes, but he could feel the old man's approach.

That old body contains a power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

He may be old and his physical functions have declined over time, but that doesn't mean he's vulnerable.

"Child, how about opening your eyes? I think you should be conscious by now. ”

When Madam Pomfrey left, the Headmaster finally spoke up.

His voice sounded a little sluggish, but more gentle.

In response, Connor found that he had no way to continue pretending to be stupid.

"Can you tell, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It's funny, although your body is back to normal now, there are still some traits in your body that are not human, I guess it's the fire dragon or some other creature's flame bag, which has been maintaining your super high body temperature, which must be the result of your natural magic."

When Connor actually opened his eyes, he only saw the old man blinking his eyes, like an old urchin.

"Ordinary wizards may not be able to see it, but fortunately, I do have a little more experience than ordinary wizards."

His index finger and thumb were twisted like that, and it did speak of that insignificance.

It's just that this kind of humble words are good to listen to, and Connor will never take such a scene seriously.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling softly, a scorching breath, Connor simply sat up slowly.

Although he was still a little surprised to be seen through something, it wasn't really a big deal.

According to the Sorting Hat, he was actually in the spotlight early on.

"So...... Let's get straight to the point? ”

Connor wasn't a man who liked to talk nonsense, and he shrugged his shoulders at Dumbledore's gaze.

Although he was still a little stunned at first, it seemed like he hadn't adapted to the rhythm of Connor's young man.

But soon, Dumbledore burst out laughing.

"It's not impossible, but do you want to stay in the hospital bed all the time?"

"Uh-huh."

"Interested in walking around with me, an old man? I don't think you want to lie here all the time, do you? ”

…………

For the first-year students, a morning passed quickly.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts class made the Gryffindor lion cubs and the Hufflepuff badgers drowsy, and they didn't know what they had experienced after the class, but the herb class still saved their spirits.

After class, some of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students mingled and headed for the school hospital.

"Fortunately, the plants introduced by Professor Sprout are very interesting, and the effect of white fresh is really outrageous, and I heard that a bottle of white fresh essence in the store will be sold for ten galleons."

On the way from the First Greenhouse to the school hospital, Ron chattered about his thoughts.

Maybe it's the enthusiasm of the Weasleys, or maybe it's because of his weak heart, he now has an extra loud voice, as if he's afraid of being cold.

It's just that Ron himself is not actually a person who is used to finding topics.

Even at home, as the youngest son, he is not very valued, and at school he plays more of a listener-like role.

Not to mention, the crowd is not full of his acquaintances now.

Neville was known to him, and even his parents had told him to treat Neville well at school.

But others are different.

For example, Connor's roommate, McMillan, and Justin Finch, who was said to have gone to a place called Eton College.

And that's not all.

In fact, if it weren't for Madam Pomfrey's quota on the number of visitors, there would have been even more.

Remembering that the Hufflepuff students had been voting there before, Ron had mixed feelings.

On the one hand, he envied Kang's appeal within a few days of school, but on the other hand, it was hard for him to imagine what would happen if they knew that it was most likely their own rats that caused him to be admitted to the hospital.

Fortunately, this torture-like situation is almost over.

There was no need for them to take the initiative to walk into the school hospital, and they met the always kind school doctor outside the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"We're here to visit Connor, ma'am, he was brought here by Senior Cedric, how is he doing?"

He ...... He can't see outsiders now, children, and he's been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital. ”

"Ah???h

Is it already that serious?