Really, when some of the answers slowly came to Connor's mind, Connor wondered if he was crazy.

An old wizard who has faced all kinds of dark wizards and seen strong winds and waves can actually have a fear of it?

Connor almost subconsciously wanted to deny it, but at the same time, his sanity told him that this was the real answer.

Although many people believe that Albus Dumbledore would never be afraid, he would even be willing to die if necessary.

However, there is one thing that many people forget.

What can make people feel frightened from the heart is not necessarily the external object, but also the heart.

And Dumbledore may have been such a person.

After a short period of contact, Connor found that his perception of the headmaster had changed dramatically.

He used to think that he should be a strong, free-spirited and somewhat playful old man, but under the lively performance that even children would smile, what was hidden was a soul imprisoned and bound by various chains.

"So, the greatest wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore, will always do what is right in the eyes of everyone, right?"

With a sigh, Connor spoke.

"You've set a boundary for yourself that you'll never touch until it's critical."

As for the reason, it's very simple.

"The thing that scares you the most is actually yourself."

Yes, the greatest wizard in the world: Albus Dumbledore feared and feared himself the most, and this fear came from his own intellect.

"So, you absolutely don't want to touch that line, and you're afraid that you might fall into another realm because of personal affairs and other things."

Finally, the ship that had been wandering aimlessly on the Black Lake finally landed.

But not beneath the castle of Hogwarts, nor on one side of what is known as the Forbidden Forest, they ended up on the other side of the Black Lake.

The shock transmitted by the slight collision spread slowly, as if urging the old and the young to get off the boat directly.

But neither Connor nor nor Dumbledore moved, and they remained on board.

"You don't want to use your supernatural powers, you don't want to use your influence too much, you want to think of yourself as an ordinary wizard as much as possible, and pin your hopes on the current order."

Without further consultation with the old headmaster, Connor simply made such judgments and conclusions.

This is also his interpretation of the calamity, the superficial misunderstanding.

"What you are looking for is procedural justice and the stability of the entire wizarding society."

At the moment, Connor's mood was mixed.

He felt that he could understand the old headmaster in front of him, and understood what he was thinking.

However, he wanted to laugh again.

"You trust the order so much that it should be flawless in itself...... Right? ”

Maybe it's emotion, maybe it's sarcasm, these words are inexplicably a bit harsh now.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Connor just covered his forehead and his face, as if he was trying to adjust his expression.

After patting his cheek again, he asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Headmaster, in any particular way I would like to ask for some specific details, such as...... The Ministry of Magic's law enforcement, the arrest of Sirius, I didn't think about it either, and even if you didn't do anything, some things should be able to be solved by external forces. ”

Even now, Connor felt like he could list them.

"Reading memories doesn't have to be a soul dementor, simply extracting memories and putting them in a meditation basin, or using a truth potion or something, I think the Ministry of Magic should have these, and I believe that through these means, there will be no unjust, false and wrongful convictions."

But now that it's here, there's only one answer.

"Did they not use these tactics? I guess I didn't even go through the most basic process, prosecution, trial or something, these are not there. ”

“…… Yes. ”

Dumbledore whispered.

"At the time, without any trial, the Ministry of Magic threw Siris into Azkaban."

"That's really thanks to them for not carrying out the death penalty or something, at least providing a chance to turn the tables around, isn't it?"

Despite that, Connor clearly didn't have a good impression of the Ministry of Magic between his words.

He just covered his face and rubbed his temples again, exhausted by the tedious, strenuous sorrow that lingered in his mind.

"Headmaster, please tell me that the Ministry of Magic was just angry and didn't find out the truth before it handed down the verdict, okay? Please tell me that they were made to do this because of their hatred of the Dark Wizards and the Death Eaters. ”

However, Dumbledore did not speak, and his previously clear eyes seemed to have some turbidity mixed in.

It seems that at this moment, Connor is not talking to the headmaster of Hogwarts, nor the greatest white wizard of the 20th century, but just a dying and weak old man.

"Judge for yourselves, kid."

For a moment, Connor was a little distracted.

Why did these words sound so familiar to him?

But then again, it seems to be a kind of power to choose and judge, but in fact there is nothing!

Instead, this exposes something deeper.

"Get off the boat, kid, let's go somewhere else."

Dumbledore slowly stood up, and he stepped ashore, Connor following him.

Young and old wandered across Hogwarts, and the path they took was clearly out of Hogwarts.

After a brief glance around, Connor once again turned his attention to the headmaster.

"I don't really mean to blame your attitude to life, Headmaster, but it's a big trouble right now."

Leaving aside the past, the cause of the Potters' deaths, Harry's background and the title of Savior, the problem is now in the school.

"Not to mention anything else, in Professor Quirrell's state, he is not responsible for his students all day at school."

This is true in every sense of the word.

"Aside from the trouble Voldemort causes, don't you worry about the quality of education in schools? I've heard that there are big exams in 5th and 7th grades, so you can't joke about the future of the students at school, right? ”

Then, the principal gave his own answer.

"Of course I'm not joking with the students' futures, kid. As a matter of fact...... I will always assist with lectures and training for O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T. ”

"And what should Voldemort do?"

"What do you think should be done? Child? ”

Dumbledore didn't give a clear answer, he just asked.

"Ask me? Headmaster? You're the principal of this school, you're ......."

Then, Connor's original complaint just stopped.

He realized that he seemed to have grasped something.

"Headmaster, you ......"

Connor was incoherent for a moment, and at this moment, Dumbledore held out his hand:

"Son, give me your hand."

"Huh?"

"Don't you want to go to the doctor? Go to St. Mungo. ”

"Ah, yes, I need to go to the hospital."

Connor couldn't help but pat himself on the head.

And then......

"Can I ask one last question, Headmaster? Although I think I've guessed eight or nine or ten, but ...... I think it's better to ask yourself. ”

Connor reached out and put his hand on Dumbledore's old hand.

"You know my mother and my grandfather, don't you?"

"Yes, I know them, especially your grandfather, I know him, just...... I think I let him down, kid. ”

'Whoosh'

There was a twist and vibration, and the two who had moved away from Hogwarts vanished in place.