Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout couldn't help but look stunned, Snape frowned, and finally Professor Quirrell.

Still wrapped in a turban, with a foul smell emanating from his body, his hands clasped in front of his chest, as if praying and soothing his consternation.

And this dreary atmosphere is eventually broken by outsiders.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Some muffled voices rang out, and a small mountain-like figure squeezed into the door.

"I just finished patrolling the Forbidden Forest before, and there are no students sneaking inside recently, but it's only been two days since school started, and the little ones in Gryffindor must be holding back, but don't worry, I'll keep them safe, they ......"

Then, the half-blood giant's chattering voice came to an abrupt end.

"Uh......"

Upon noticing Connor, his eyes widened instantly.

"This, why are there still children here, are you lost?"

Almost without thinking, he inquired about Connor's condition with such concern, not noticing the strange gazes of the other professors.

"No, nothing, it's just that Headmaster Dumbledore was making up for me before."

Connor smiled shyly.

"Wow, Professor Dumbledore personally gave you a make-up lesson, then you must be a very talented child."

Hagrid obviously didn't realize how solemn the atmosphere had been, he just laughed and slapped Connor's shoulder with his huge palm.

"You're going to be a very good wizard in the future...... Oh yes, I've got some late-night snacks here, do you want to eat it? ”

"Alright, Hagrid."

Finally, when Hagrid pulled out an ugly-looking flatbread from the clean package he was carrying, Dumbledore stopped him.

"It's getting late now, this kid should go back to rest, and he shouldn't eat too much before bed."

"Oh, yes."

Without any suspicion, Hagrid just quickly withdrew his crust cake.

"I'm sorry you don't have a mouthful, go back to the lounge and rest, kid."

"Pomona, take this kid back, he looks a little too sleepy."

"Son, come with me."

And just like that, Connor followed Professor Sprout away.

And on the way, the short and fat dean only led the way:

"Maybe as a first-year freshman, you don't know the many secret passages in the school, but you have to remember that among the four houses, badgers know how to protect themselves best, and we are also the best at knowing the various passages to protect ourselves."

They didn't leave the fourth floor at all, they just walked into the corridor on the left, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling picture of the scenery of a hut.

It wasn't a portrait, so there wasn't any password, but Professor Sprout pulled out his wand.

The light flickered, and a light wrapped around the door of the vista hut like a chain, and with a slight pull, the image suddenly moved forward, as if the camera had been pulled closer.

Soon, the door of the hut overlapped the frame, and the floor-to-ceiling painting in front of it became a door.

Professor Sprout knocked on the door.

"There's no one inside, stop shouting, it's bedtime...... Even house-elves need to rest, so can't you let the wheat cake rest for a while?! ”

Wheat crackers??

Hearing the name, Connor couldn't help but be stunned.

"We're Hufflepuff."

Professor Sprout was not angry at the impatient snarling voice, she only responded kindly.

Then the impatience in the house vanished, and was replaced by a kind of goodness that was churning outward, almost overflowing.

"Oh......"

"It's a Hufflepuff wizard."

An opening opened above the previously closed door, revealing a pair of large eyes that were by no means human.

It bulged outward, as if to expose the entire eyeball.

Not to mention humans, even the goblins who work at Gringotts don't have such eyes.

This ugly appearance, which can even give goosebumps to the average person, is the characteristic of house-elves.

No one knows what this group was like, it's just that generations of enslavement after wars with ancient wizards have made them what they are today.

"It's Hufflepuff...... Please forgive me for my rudeness, please come in, please come in! ”

Immediately afterward, the door, which had no doorknob, slowly opened, revealing the internal structure.

"Come in."

Professor Sprout said with a smile.

The room was plainly furnished, and there were no house elves, only a small table and a bed, which seemed to be used for resting.

Connor's gaze then shifted to the wall, and he saw a portrait of a house-elf.

It was not a rag, but a luxurious robe.

The clothes themselves are beautiful, but wearing them on the body of the house-elf reveals a sense of nondescriptness.

"Ah, Hufflepuff wizards...... I remember you, you were Dean Sprout. ”

"Yes."

Professor Sprout replied.

"This kid needs to get back to the break room from here quickly."

"So just go from here? No problem, no problem! ”

Then, the wall where the elf's portrait was located opened back, revealing an internal downward passage - not a staircase, but a much larger hole, which was simply a slide passage.

"Go inside, down from here is the kitchen, and from the kitchen you can go back to the lounge, and the elves will show you the way."

"Okay, Professor."

Without replying much, Connor stepped down the slide.

"Wait."

But just as Connor was about to leave with his kitten in his arms, Professor Sprout stopped him again.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

"What you said earlier...... Like, Professor Dumbledore, did he tell you something? ”

"Huh? No. ”

Connor shook his head.

He wasn't lying, the old headmaster never said what he was going to hide.

"He only told me he was going to hide something there."

"Did he give you anything?"

"No, but the headmaster taught me a lot of things, and I got to know a lot of magical beasts with him, and I also learned some dangerous creatures, and I learned a little bit of spells."

"That's good."

Professor Sprout just laughed.

"Okay, go back, kid, remember not to disturb your classmates, at this point, most of them should rest."

Professor Sprout hurried away, apparently returning to the corridor on the right.

After she left, Connor gradually retracted the smile on his face.

"After all, it's explicit, and there will be a problem if you don't realize it."