Defence Against the Dark Arts ......

To be honest, the will to curse or something about this class is a legend circulating within the campus, and some seniors even say that they have noses and eyes.

When Connor had been examining this matter in detail, was it true?

Stunned for a moment, Connor couldn't help but take a closer look at the old man in front of him.

"Since this curse is real, then you ......"

"You want to ask why I didn't get rid of it, didn't you?"

Seeing through Connor's doubts, Dumbledore only responded patiently.

"Because even I can't do it myself, that kid is too depraved, and he's studied all kinds of curses beyond my imagination."

"So, the person who cursed the Defence Against the Dark Arts position is ......"

"It's Tom."

Voldemort.

"Okay."

Hearing this, Connor also gave up the idea of talking.

As for what to lift...... Unfortunately, curses have never been his forte.

Since Professor Dumbledore hadn't been able to dispose of it for so long, Connor thought it would be better not to meddle with it.

"Maybe we can only hope that now he can get rid of this on his own? After all, the person in this position is himself. ”

"Of course you can expect that, although it seems unlikely."

"Why can't it be?"

"Because Tom is proud, and he's never willing to pay the price of snooping into the darkness."

"So, the consequences of the curse will only be borne by Professor Quirrell?"

"Not exactly, but Quilinas certainly won't have an easy time."

Under the moonlight, the old and the young chatted casually.

It seems that at this moment, it is not professors and students who are here.

While Connor did maintain verbal respect, and honorific titles were no less, his attitude was more like chatting with old friends.

It's just that they are not friends after all, and they are not the kind of year-old friends who can talk about everything.

In fact, after a casual conversation with Professor Dumbledore, he realized that there was nothing left to talk about.

Although it was not a big difference, Connor found that he and the old man with the burden did not have much in common.

So, the whole person almost froze there, and after a few words of silence, Connor shook his head.

"Uh...... Headmaster, is there anything else you can do? ”

"I do have something to do tonight, would you like to see it?"

Dumbledore offered the invitation, and Connor couldn't help but glance at the moonlight outside the window.

After weighing and hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, but the wheat cake has prepared a little supper for me......"

"It's okay, we can eat slowly along the way."

That's what Dumbledore said.

And what he said was literal, 'we'll eat slowly along the way' meant that he was going to have a late-night snack too, and he wasn't eating his own supper, but a snack on Connor.

As the two strolled from the library on the fifth floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor, Connor noticed that almost half of the cookies and cookies prepared by the wheat cake had fallen into the old man's stomach.

An old man who is already over 100 years old is like an ordinary child, chewing honey-filled cookies with a happy face, like the best snack in the world.

Moreover, unlike Connor, who still needs a cup of black tea to relieve his greasyness, he doesn't need that at all, and he doesn't have a greasy taste when he swallows it directly.

"You seem to really like sweets."

Connor couldn't help but speak. 、

"Ah, sweet food is always loved."

Not at all ashamed of his actions, Dumbledore just smiled calmly.

"While a lot of adults nowadays like to claim that they're not that sweet tooth, trust me, those are just excuses for wanting to flaunt their maturity."

"For example?"

"For example...... Severus? ”

“？？？”

As Connor looked confused, Dumbledore just smiled and blinked.

"It's hard to imagine, isn't it? Usually dressed in a big black robe, he walks like a big bat with the wind, and the classroom is stuffy like an Azkaban cage, which is eerie and terrifying, many students have commented on him, and many people have even written me a letter of complaint, hoping to replace this teacher. ”

"Ah......h

At this time, Connor actually wanted to reprimand the old man with righteous words.

How can you arrange your own school teachers like this?!

But there was no way, the headmaster was so on point that Connor couldn't help but applaud.

"So, does Professor Snape have a sweet tooth too?"

"Yes, I went to Duke Honey's candy store last time to buy some snacks and found him there, and he was there to buy Zizi Honey Candy."

Connor had eaten it, and it was sweet to death.

Just, Professor Snape eats Zizi Honey Candy?

Yes?

Although Professor Dumbledore said so, Connor found himself unable to think of such a situation.

No, with a little reluctance, Connor found that he was still able to give a certain outline.

For example, the big dark bat with a hooked nose was happily eating those sweet and greasy sweets, and his face was full of smiles.

"Forget it."

When certain outlines appeared in his mind, Connor felt himself shiver all over his body.

"Forget about this kind of thing, I don't want to imagine it, and I feel like I can't think of it."

"Hmm."

Didn't deny anything, Dumbledore just smiled.

He smiled and touched the head of the dripping stone monster at the door, there was no password, and there was no need to cast a spell, and the monster quickly got up and got out of the way, exposing the door to the headmaster's office.

Connor simply watched as Professor Dumbledore walked into his own office.

"Come in."

That's what he said.

"There's something you might need to help you move."

"Ask an 11-year-old student who has just been in school for three days to move things? Principal, you're interesting. ”

Connor walked into the office anyway.

Truth be told, he wouldn't believe what Dumbledore was saying.

Have students carry things?

Using students as coolies?

He didn't think he could do such a pointless thing with Dumbledore's discipline.

"You can tell me what you want me to see, I don't really like to listen to riddles there......"

Suddenly, he was stunned because there was a huge mirror in front of him.

The height almost touches the ceiling of the low ceiling, with a gold border, and two claw-shaped feet underneath.

It's a beautiful mirror, but there's a magical power that surrounds it.

The devil sent the gods, and he cast his gaze directly above the mirror, where the incomprehensible sentence was inscribed:

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