At this moment, Isobel's expression was obviously full of disdain and arrogance.

It's just that the words she said are full of strong contradictions with her current performance.

"Like it...... I think you should know about this kind of thing, don't you? ”

Connor asked helplessly.

At this moment, Isobel's expression seemed to change slightly, and a certain look appeared in his gaze, which seemed to be indifferent.

"So, what do you want to say?"

She seemed to be smiling, and that kind of look couldn't tell what kind of mentality it was.

Maybe it's interest, maybe it's some kind of anticipation.

And under that straight gaze, Connor felt unwell.

For a moment, he wondered if he was entangled in something very troublesome.

"I don't want to say anything."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Connor just shook his head.

"I respect everyone's secrets...... As long as there are no major problems. ”

So the summary is:

"Then you say it's like, that's like, but anyway, I still suggest you don't stand out too much......"

"Aha, that's the gregarious statement again?"

Before Connor's words could finish down, Isobel shook his head.

"I don't like to hear this kind of stuff either, it's boring."

"But I think you get along well with your classmates......"

"Because they cater to me, it's funny."

Hearing this, Connor understood what she was thinking.

The one she had met in Potions class before was more arrogant, she didn't like to be disturbed, and she didn't like people to hold her back, and the one in front of her seemed to be enthusiastic and bold, and seemed completely different.

But the rejection in his bones has not changed in the slightest.

The only difference is that she will not refuse the admiration and pandering of others, and she enjoys it, but she will never make a deliberate distinction.

So the question is, what kind of existence is that girl with glasses, a girl who is easily shy?

Perhaps, that kind of outsider...... Or is it that the rejection of strangers is actually in her nature?

"Hmm, distracted?"

Before Connor could think about anything, he saw a small hand waving in front of his eyes.

Connor couldn't help but take a step back.

"No, just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking?"

"I said, I'm thinking about you, do you believe it or not?"

“……”

Isobel was visibly stunned, but when she came back to her senses, she burst out laughing.

"Why don't you believe it?"

She reached out and patted Connor's shoulder.

"Anyway, thank you."

Without saying anything more, she left with a happy face, leaving Connor confused.

How so?

He felt that he could understand the logic of Isobel's thinking at the moment, but he couldn't keep up with her jumping mind.

“…… So, what should I call you? ”

After coming back to his senses, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Huh?"

She stopped, and when she turned back, her red eyes seemed to be shining.

Even crystals with blemishes and cracks can glow dazzlingly at certain angles.

"Hmm~ I won't tell you!"

She was gone, and it wasn't until this moment that Connor could see in the bouncing movements a hint of liveliness that should belong to a little girl.

"Really...... Isobel McDoug. ”

Thinking of her name, Connor's first reaction was not to relax and soothe, but to furrow his brow.

There are many secrets in her, and those three very different personality manifestations are certainly just the tip of the iceberg.

But unfortunately, the current Connor is at best a careful watch.

After all, he also has a lot of things to deal with on his side, who made him choose the most troublesome way to deal with it?

Peter had no way to expose him, at least he had to be arrested, and he must not be given any room for quibbles, nor could he give the Ministry of Magic room for tai chi and fighting.

"Alright, Justin, I'll leave it to you."

After casually talking to his roommates, Connor also thought about leaving the school hospital.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the library...... I didn't miss two sessions yesterday...... No, it should be three lessons, and of course I have to make it up now. ”

But two of the three classes we had yesterday couldn't be tutored in the library!

Justin tried to say that, but Connor had already disappeared in the doorway.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

Lying on the bed, Ernie obviously didn't know what was going on, and he was a little delirious after falling from the broom for the second time after drinking a special potion, and he just snorted.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about a question."

"What?"

"It's better if we have time to go to the library and study the Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook on our own, Professor Quirrell's lecture speed, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn anything in a year's time...... Connor had already gone to the library to study on his own, and I think at his pace of learning, he would probably learn more in one afternoon than in a few of our classes. ”

"Hmm...... That makes sense, wait for him to go back to the dormitory and ask him if he'd like to give us make-up lessons. ”

Of course, Connor couldn't have known what his roommates were thinking.

And his target wasn't actually a library.

A moment later, he had made his way to the third floor, heading straight for a griffon sculpture at the end of the hallway.

As Connor approached, the griffin slowly raised its head.

"Password?"

"Lemon Snow Treasure."

'Boom'

With a muffled thud, the sculpture split in the middle, revealing a path leading to the interior, a passage leading upwards, and a suspended stone slab.

The Headmaster's Office is on the eighth floor, which is true, but as a strategic fortress used by wizards to defend against foreign enemies, the secret passages inside Hogwarts can be said to be in all directions.

Just like the common rooms of each college, in addition to the main entrance, there are at least three or more secret passages leading directly to the outside, and the same is true of the principal's office as the core.

Its main entrance was on the eighth floor, yes, but Dumbledore told Connor that the sculpture at the end of the third floor could also reach the Headmaster's Quarters.

Also, unlike the external ladder design, the internal is permanently suspended.

When Connor stood up and the wall in front of him closed completely, the slate levitated upwards and sent him straight to the eighth floor.

At the same time, there were a large number of bookshelves, and when Connor subconsciously looked around, the first thing he saw was clusters of silver smoke.

They gush out from the small silverware on the table, rendered in beautiful and psychedelic colors.

Portraits of all sorts hung around, and they were men and women, old and young, apparently past Hogwarts headmasters.

Depending on their preference, they would place portraits of their proudest ages here, only now they all looked like they were resting.

Eventually, Connor set his sights on the shelves on either side of his desk.

One has a tattered Sorting Hat on top, while the other stands an energetic Fantastic Animal.

"Phoenix ......"

Connor couldn't help but laugh.

He was happy to see how free it was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect Fox to be more attractive than me."

As the old witty voice sounded, Connor really set his sights on the white-haired headmaster.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."