Albus Dumbledore was always around, it was inevitable.

Someone sneaked into the library in the middle of the night using the illusion spell, which is not a good thing no matter how you look at it, and it can even have unpredictable consequences.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore would not let this matter out of his control no matter what.

But of course, putting aside those topics about responsibility, the real reason is because Connor really feels his presence.

Connor looked somewhere in the shadows, where a kind old man slowly emerged.

He just calmly stepped out of the shadows that the moonlight did not shine on, and walked out under the moonlight.

It was still the purple wizard's robe, and the half-moon-shaped glasses on his face reflected a bright light.

For a moment, even Connor couldn't tell if it was a pure reflection of moonlight or if Dumbledore's complicated wisdom and thoughts were spilling out.

"So is there anything you want to say, Mr. Headmaster?"

"I'm not omniscient, Connor, and there are some things I didn't know until recently."

He just said in a gentle voice.

For a moment, Connor felt as if he really saw a long, long tiredness in him.

"So, how much did you hear what she said before?"

"Half of it."

Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then your conclusion is ......"

"She's not a bad kid, is she? It's good, and it's not bad at heart. ”

Connor agrees with this.

"When there was a conflict in the library, the first thing she did was not a curse or curse, but the first time she thought about disarming."

But......

"It's not about what we're talking about, Headmaster."

Connor didn't take care of his words.

He may be attracted to some topics that interest him, but this kind of specious emotion and description is still forgotten.

"I just want to get a more accurate answer."

“……”

It was only in the face of Connor's blunt inquiry that Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

The silence seemed to be longer than an eternity, as if something was really difficult for the old man to speak.

"I actually have some speculation here, do you want to hear it?"

"Yes, I just have time."

Under the moonlight, the old man laughed, but his smile was a little tired.

"First of all, we can see that Miss Isobel has no particular interest in the other books in the library, and she has made a beeline for the news from ten years ago, which she obviously attaches great importance to."

"Yes......"

"Then, her own surname is not Black, and even when I mention the Black family, she is quick to deny it, but the overly strong denial is sometimes no different from admitting it in person."

"Yes."

"She wants to clear Sirius's suspicions."

"Yes......"

For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to have forgotten the art and charm of words, and only turned into a ruthless repeater, constantly affirming what Connor said.

It looked like it was full of slots, but Connor didn't have any thoughts or thoughts to complain about.

"Well, the conclusion is simple—Miss Isobel, she is supposed to be Mr. Sirius...... Daughter. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Connor made the conclusion complete.

"If it's a collateral relative, there's no need to be so dedicated and 11-year-old want to run to the school to find out about it......

"The most important thing is because she hates me, and you can see that because of me, the kid has lost a lot of ...... I guess it's because I proved Sirius 11 years ago that he was Jaime and Lily's secret keeper. ”

Seeing Dumbledore's slow attitude, Connor couldn't help but scratch the back of his head.

How to say that?

"Hmm...... I was looking for some kind of reason. ”

"Thank you, kid."

Dumbledore said slowly.

"But I'm not so stupid that I don't even want to admit it."

"So, what to do?"

"The kid already gave the answer himself, didn't he?"

“…… Are you really going to get her involved? ”

"It's not like I'm trying to involve her, Connor."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'm just waiting...... Wait for the bitter fruit of a mistake that came to me and judge me personally. ”

"Mr. McMab! Mr. McMab! Where are you? ”

Just then, a house-elf suddenly ran out of the room.

Its restless and comical tone directly shattered the dull atmosphere.

"Where's the little wizard! Oh no, the wheat cake lost the little wizard!! ”

Then, the high-pitched tone came to an abrupt end.

Before it could run far, or before it could start scurrying around the castle, Wheat Cake saw an old man and a young man standing in the library talking.

"Ah, Mr. McMab...... Headmaster Dumbledore!! ”

Seeing that they were not far away, Mai Bi just stretched out his hand and pointed to the secret door that was open.

"When Wheat Cake prepared the juice and snacks, and returned to the room, he found that the door was open, the little wizard was gone, and Wheat Cake thought something had happened at Hogwarts......"

There was a hint of embarrassment on its somewhat ugly face, and it just scratched the back of its head in embarrassment.

"Hogwarts is safe, Mr. Wheat Crackers, don't be so impatient in the future."

Dumbledore said mildly.

But the house-elf just winked his eyes:

"Huh? Is Hogwarts safe? ”

Although it was not intentional, it did tear down the steps erected by the old headmaster.

"I remember that Mr. Principal had two big guys brought into the school...... Oh no, that's not my point of talking about at all, wheat cakes are not a good servant! How can you talk about wizards! ”

It was about to scratch its big ears off, and the screaming sound was uncomfortable.

"Wheat Cake...... Wheat cakes should punish themselves! ”

"Okay, that's enough."

Before it could actually do anything, Connor stopped it.

"You leave first, I don't need your services today."

"Hmm...... Well, then I'll leave first, and Mr. McMab can call me if he needs anything. ”

With a snap of his fingers, the wheat cake disappeared in plain sight.

In the end, Connor and Dumbledore were left staring at each other.

And after such a break from the house-elves, it is obviously impossible for them to return to the atmosphere of serious conversation as before.

Connor just reached out and rubbed his face, as if he was trying to adjust his expression.

But later, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Ah, Hogwarts is safe, poof...... I've also heard that the school classroom is cursed, is it really fake? ”

"Really, so no teacher can serve for a year."

"Oh ...... open"