Dumbledore looked like he was just feeling emotional, but the timing was so good that Connor even suspected that Dumbledore was using magic to peek into his own mind and thoughts.

However, this kind of thing is not possible after all.

"What was this room used for?"

"A course that only existed in my time, but I was actually supposed to be the last student to take it."

"What class?"

"Theology."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Ever heard of it?"

"Uh...... Is it a doctrine that has been popular outside the world? ”

"That's the one that once had a witch who had the whimsical idea to bring magic back into the eyes of ordinary people, combining religion with the rise of Muggles to return to their aristocratic upper echelons, and there were many supporters in the wizarding world."

However, there is no trace of this kind of change today, and the results are clearly predictable.

"She failed?"

"Yes."

As if missing something, Dumbledore nodded.

"I used to be sought after for a while, but then I don't know when I was accused of being a liar and a fraudster, and in the end, no one took this course, so it was no longer offered."

As if reminiscing about the past, Dumbledore just walked slowly to the wooden podium, slowly placed the Mirror of Eris in his hand on the podium, and then opened the corner of the cloth first, took out an ancient book and slowly flipped through it.

Seeing the principal's actions, Connor couldn't help but have the idea of complaining in his heart.

It is also a pity that the shrunken magic mirror should not have the same weight as it used to be, otherwise it would have to collapse the podium.

What if it suddenly gets bigger, though?

Will it just overwhelm Dumbledore together?

Looking at the old headmaster's old but tall back, Connor's heart couldn't help but have a strange malice.

Seriously, the headmaster's movements were too soft and too slow.

Connor also liked to be quiet, but he didn't like that he couldn't do anything.

But with Professor Dumbledore still there, he couldn't just move around.

He just stayed behind Professor Dumbledore, staring at his back.

The professor apparently didn't disappoint him, and he didn't look through it for long before he put the book back on the table.

"When people are old, sometimes they like to remember the past."

With a sigh of emotion, Dumbledore put down the old book in his hand.

"I still miss myself when I was addicted to class."

"But, by the time you were studying, theology was already considered a heresy in the wizarding world, right? Why would you be interested in such a course? ”

"Probably...... Rebel? ”

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Seeing that there were no candidates for this course, and that the events recorded above were contrary to a series of courses such as the history of magic, I became interested...... I'm telling you secretly, my grades in the history of magic are pretty bad, and Professor Binns has criticized me quite a few times for that. ”

"Professor Binns?"

"Oh...... You haven't read the history of magic yet, have you? ”

"Our history of magic is tomorrow afternoon."

"Then you'll be able to meet Professor Binns, who doesn't like the students very much, but has a great reputation among the teachers...... I like him now, too. ”

Yes?

Could it be that Professor Binns was some kind of stern teacher?

For example, when I was a student, I hated this kind of teacher, but when I grew up as a teacher, I gradually understood his good intentions...... Wrong!

Suddenly, Connor noticed a big problem.

"Headmaster, you said Professor Binns was in school when you were studying?"

"Hmm."

"And how old is he now?"

"Who knows."

Without an immediate answer, Dumbledore waved his hand slightly, and the shrunken Mirror of Eris was gently lifted to the corner of the abandoned classroom.

It gradually began to grow in size, and it landed firmly on the ground.

"Alright, this mirror is here, let's go."

Then, they left the abandoned classroom.

Connor didn't ask anything more, and Dumbledore didn't continue.

They just walked along the road, all the way to the top of the stairs.

"Where are you going next?"

Seeing that Dumbledore did not continue to walk upstairs, but went down with him, Connor couldn't help but ask.

"Go to the fourth floor."

"That no-go area on the fourth floor?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it.

"Do you want to be together?"

“…… Can I watch it? ”

"Why not? In fact, some of the teachers are still there now...... I'm going to hide something there. ”

“……”

Hearing this, Connor had a vague understanding.

"Basically all the teachers know where you're going to hide something?"

"Not all, but some of the teachers you know are there."

"Including Professor Quirrell."

"Of course, he's a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor after all, and I'm sure the experience in Albania will give him some good advice."

"Then since Professor Quirrell is there, I don't have to go, after all, I still count on showing up in front of him more."

Hearing this, Dumbledore laughed.

"Then let's go."

The two of them wandered slowly into the hallway on the fourth floor, and after opening a random door, they walked into the room.

"Albus ......"

The first to meet was Professor McGonagall, who she knew well, but soon her cat-like eyes spotted the little tail following the old headmaster.

"It's ......"

"Mr. McMab was absent from class due to illness, but he is gifted and intelligent, so I took advantage of this free time today to tutor him for a while."

Dumbledore said lightly.

However, this presentation apparently had no way of satisfying other professors.

"It's not a place to be a joke, Albus."

"Of course I do."

Dumbledore smiled peacefully at the stern Professor McGonagall.

His wise gaze scanned the professors present—the deans of the four colleges, and Quilinus Quirrell of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"Okay, kid, I still have something to talk about with a few teachers next, can I have a lounge by myself?"

"I don't think so, Professor."

Connor spoke.

"If I meet Mr. Filch along the way, won't I be able to tell a few mouths clearly?"

"Oh, so what do you want to say?"

"I'll send you back, kid."

It was Professor Sprout who spoke, and it was actually quick to get back to the break room from here.

As the head of Hufflepuff, she clearly knew the secret passages.

"Ah...... Well. ”

Connor, however, looked hesitant.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm...... I think the teachers must have something important to discuss here, and the principal said that it seems that something very important is hidden here, isn't it? ”

Suddenly, the assembled professors fell silent.