In the face of the old headmaster's ridicule, Connor only showed a helpless and confused attitude.

"Phoenix is beautiful, Headmaster."

Still smiling softly, Dumbledore looked at the phoenix on the shelf.

"Fawkes, this kid says you're beautiful."

Probably understood the headmaster's words, the beautiful phoenix just raised its proud head, and the posture of spreading its wings seemed to show off and show off its beauty.

"Can I watch it a little longer?"

"Feel free."

With the headmaster's approval, Connor stood still, admiring the Phoenix's gorgeous appearance.

Staring at the feather that seemed to be a flickering flame, he looked at it for a moment before he looked away contentedly and turned his attention back to Headmaster Dumbledore.

The old and the young just looked at each other.

Connor looked thoughtful, and Dumbledore just smiled, as if waiting for something.

"If you don't know what to say, you can take your time and not rush."

"I just don't know how to greet you."

Under Headmaster Dumbledore's gentle gaze, Connor just sighed.

He reached out and scratched the back of his head.

"Especially after yesterday's conversation, there are some things that I haven't fully digested yet...... But only one thing is certain. ”

Connor stared at the greatest wizard in existence today.

It's not scrutiny, it's not scrutiny, it's just watching.

The words also unconsciously brought a touch of expectation and hope.

"If you're willing to take the initiative, then these things can be solved."

"But I also said it, son, I can't do that."

As he said this, Dumbledore gradually retracted the smile on his face.

"There are a lot of things I can't do."

Albus Dumbledore.

The fame that would have made him the number one wizard in the world was, in some ways, like sheer burdens and shackles that bound him like an ordinary wizard.

If there is a trial, if there is a prosecution and a series of formal processes, then he can appear in court to testify.

He can also grasp the current and preserve the evidence.

However, he could not take the initiative.

These were all things that Connor knew yesterday, and Dumbledore expressed his position between his words.

However, this is not the whole reason.

Some things didn't make sense to Connor.

"I believe Professor Quirrell is a testament to the fact that the elixir can solve all problems...... No matter how bad it is, you can still get them to tell the truth. ”

However, the old headmaster did not answer anything.

It's a clear rejection, and he was like that yesterday.

Albus Dumbledore only does what is right and true.

"You still believe in prophecy, don't you?"

There was no answer to the question, and Connor didn't expect any answers.

He just stretched out his hand:

"You promised me yesterday that you would give me an approval."

"Ah, yes, so I've got the approval strip ready."

He waved his hand, and a note flew towards Connor on the unpretentious wooden table.

"That's your approval."

Connor, on the other hand, glanced down at the contents of the slip.

'Because of the student's excellent studies, he was allowed to study in the library room and spend the rest of his time freely, and the following books were opened in the forbidden area: "Powerful Potion", "Human Transfiguration", "Humans and Legendary Creatures", "The Body Structure of the Fire Dragon"'

Can you be a little more perfunctory here?

I got excellent grades on the third day of school, right?

Also, do I really need to read these books?

After a cursory glance at the note, Connor's eyes widened.

"That's what you want, isn't it?"

"I understand."

After putting away the note, Connor sighed.

He didn't say anything more, he just walked to the corner of the headmaster's office.

"So, I'll go to the library to read, goodbye headmaster."

"Goodbye."

Dumbledore smiled and beckoned, and the hoverboard led Connor down.

After he left the principal's office, the portraits of the principal, who had been pretending to be asleep, quickly woke up.

"It's really an impolite student, who didn't say a few words and actually questioned the principal's decision."

A bearded, snarky-looking headmaster complained.

"Is this what all children are like now?"

"That's a good thing, Phineas."

Glancing at the complaining headmaster, Dumbledore just smiled.

"Authority...... It doesn't necessarily mean right, and I'm glad someone was able to question me. ”

"But he didn't look respectful at all......"

"After all, I don't deserve his respect, and I don't know whether it's right or wrong to get to this point...... Like the one in Siris. ”

At the mention of his less competitive descendant, Headmaster Phineas Nigelus Black immediately shut up.

He didn't do it, he admitted...... It's better to rot to death in Azkaban. ”

Principal Phineas said viciously.

But it wasn't long before he asked:

"Does he still have a chance to come out?"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to reply, he cursed again.

"Those beasts from the Ministry of Magic, what the hell were they thinking, and they didn't want to do some of the most basic investigations? Don't want to follow the basic process? ”

"Because they're the authorities, Phineas."

The one who spoke was not Dumbledore, but an old man with a paintbrush.

"Turner Principal ......"

In the face of Phineas's feeble title, the old painter named Turner just made a stroke and looked as if he were painting a butterfly.

"The structure of the Ministry of Magic has actually been problematic from the beginning, I thought about making some changes, but I didn't even touch that position, and then I also hoped that the later ones would work hard in this area, but now, those people are deeply rooted."

Principal Turner didn't continue, but his gaze vaguely glanced at the current Headmaster who seemed to be contemplating.

"Perhaps, it will only take a loud slap in their face, which will make those guys throb, to understand the true reliance of a wizard."

This clearly means something.

Unfortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore didn't respond.

In the end, all my thoughts just turned into a touch of emotion:

"Well, it's still fun to draw."

"What's the new painting for Principal Turner?"

"Let me see, let me see."

For a moment, the principals were in a mess, and they all wanted to squeeze into Turner's frame.

"Principal Turner, when will I contact that kid in your family, I want to change the living environment for myself......"

"Principal Turner, I heard that your kid is getting married, congratulations."

There were all sorts of strange topics, but no one bothered the contemplative Dumbledore.

On the other side, Connor had already arrived at the library on the second floor, and was greeted by Mrs. Irma Pinns.

Headmaster Dumbledore's approval...... You? ”