Whatever the little wizards thought, that was the final answer they had got.

No matter how much they asked, Connor was clearly out of the hospital, and with their abilities, there was clearly no way to leave Hogwarts.

Not to mention that there are still classes in the afternoon, even if there is no other mess in the afternoon, their range of activities is firmly limited by the whole school.

So, this visit ended like this, and with a feeling of loss and doubt, the little lion and the little badger dispersed.

Now, the only thing they can do is stay in their respective break rooms and wait for further news.

Of course, these things are unknown to Connor now, who is now boating with Dumbledore's Headmaster on the Black Lake.

A small enchanted boat rows its oars automatically, while young and old enjoy the surrounding scenery leisurely.

Thanks to Dumbledore's magic at the extreme, no one could see them.

The boat swayed slowly, and Connor just stroked the kitten in his arms.

He was actually waiting, waiting for the Headmaster of Hogwarts to say something.

Whether it's about his background, or whatever.

Dumbledore, however, was just as laid-back.

He even opened a bag of fish feed in his hand, and kept spreading the food like the old man next door, watching the calm lake ripple round and round.

In a few moments, the magical boat was already in the center of the Black Lake.

Connor just looked at the leisurely old man, and he sighed as he hung Phil's child around his neck again.

"So, it looks like Headmaster Dumbledore must have known about my existence for a long time, did he?"

"Suffice it to say, after all, you had a lot of discussion among the headmasters at the time, and I think the Sorting Hat should have told you about it?"

"Well, it did say that, but at the time, you didn't talk to me, and I didn't really pay much attention to it."

"To be honest, kid, I didn't want to pay too much attention to this kind of thing, the children who come to Hogwarts are lovely in my eyes, and they all deserve a bright future."

"Poof......

After slowly putting away the bag of fish food, Dumbledore finally turned his attention back.

However, these gentle words were not greeted with any appreciation or respect, and Connor even made a less polite voice.

He just covered his mouth.

"Sorry, Headmaster, I didn't mean to, I just...... There are some things I don't know what to say. ”

"I understand, kid, last night, your story of standing up for your classmates has spread among the ghosts, and I think it will not be long before it spreads through various channels in every academy."

Dumbledore was obviously not careful, he didn't care about Connor's gaffe, but joked about the recent incident in a more relaxed tone.

It's just that Connor doesn't like this kind of thing.

"It's better to avoid this kind of thing, I really don't like to be someone else's talking point......

Dumbledore didn't say anything more, he just pulled out a jar of candy from under his robes.

"Do you want one?"

"Thank you."

Looking at the colorful candy, Connor chose a yellow one.

In the mouth, a refreshing sweetness quickly spreads through the taste buds – it's lemony.

"Personally, I do hope you enjoy the school as much as I do...... But everybody has everybody's thoughts. ”

'Quack'

'Quack'

The old man's mouth looked pretty good, and Connor hadn't fully melted the hard lemon candy in his mouth, and he had already taken the second one out of the jar.

And at the moment, Connor just frowned.

From the very beginning, the initiative of discourse did not seem to be with him.

This still makes him quite uncomfortable.

But it didn't really matter, the important thing was that he noticed that there was something wrong with the current atmosphere of the conversation.

It didn't look like a conversation between a headmaster and a student, and Dumbledore didn't look like a teacher.

"Moreover, some of my personal ideas sometimes do reveal a smell of outdated and outdated, and I am also looking ahead and dragging my feet."

As Connor pondered, he heard Dumbledore talk about himself.

"Some of my friends I know will say that, and sometimes, I envy them for their ease."

Yes.

Hearing this, Connor finally understood what the problem was.

Dumbledore's tone didn't sound like the natural didacticism of a child.

None of this, whether it's a kind of persuasion, life advice, or anything, and there is no inquiry that Connor had expected.

"As I get older, I don't have the same momentum as when I was young, and sometimes I miss my past self."

Headmaster Dumbledore's attitude at the moment was more like he was chatting with an old friend he had known for a long time, telling him about himself.

As a result, by now, when the boat had crossed two-thirds of the Black Lake, the topic between them still had nothing to do with what was supposed to be discussed.

If it weren't for the clarity of his eyes, Connor might have thought he was mentally abnormal.

"It must be a boring thing to listen to my old man...... When I get older, I can't help but miss something. ”

When Connor came to his senses, he heard Dumbledore say this.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

"No, no, no, I was just surprised...... Headmaster, you love Hogwarts. ”

"Hmmm......"

The old and the young looked at each other, and Connor's expression became more and more strange.

He didn't think about accusing or denying anything, let alone sarcasm and mockery, he just felt that the atmosphere of the conversation was getting stranger and stranger, which made him not know how to start the original topic.

Looking at Connor's somewhat tangled attitude, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and he stuffed himself with another piece of candy:

"Say, boy, you're ...... today No, I guess I found something yesterday, didn't I? ”

Finally, the conversation got back to business.

It was like a derailed train running on the grass for a while before getting back on track, much to Connor's relief and a real relief.

Merely......

"Now...... Do you think I have anything to say, Headmaster. ”

After taking a closer look at the endless Black Lake, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"I think you already know what I'm trying to say."

Otherwise, the old headmaster wouldn't have been chatting with his old friend like this, Connor thought.

It's just that the old principal's opinion is a little different.

"Sometimes, because you're guessing, you need someone else's answer, Connor."

It was only at this moment that Headmaster Dumbledore's old countenance finally appeared with the seriousness that an educator should have.

"We have to learn to listen and listen to other people's answers and ideas, otherwise we will ruin many people."