Although nothing special happened from beginning to end, Dumbledore just took Connor to show his face in front of the professors and deans.

But that was Connor's purpose, not for the other professors, but for Quirrell.

Although the logic is difficult to understand, and there will be all kinds of problems when you look into it, it doesn't matter, because Dumbledore is really the kind of person who can do such things.

That's enough, and that's what you want is that ethereal but real seed of doubt.

"Let's go, Phil."

After gently scratching his kitten's chin, Connor quickly got into the bucket and slid down a passage.

The kitchen from the fourth floor to the basement was at least five stories high, but Connor noticed that some kind of magic seemed to be applied to the passageway.

He didn't skate faster and faster, and the speed along the way can only be described as smooth.

Soon, he slipped out of the passage, and once he landed safely, a scent wafted into his nostrils.

The kitchen seems to be like this forever, and as a place that needs to feed more than a thousand people in the school, the house-elves here are always busy.

As it was the first time he had been in the kitchen, Connor's gaze couldn't help but take a moment longer, and his presence attracted the attention of the house-elves.

"Ahhh Mr. McMab! ”

The first to burst out was the wheat cake, which was still dressed in its clean black robe. There was a comical eagerness and smile on his face.

"Why did you get to the kitchen, didn't you leave with Professor Dumbledore?"

"Well, but Professor Dumbledore has something to discuss with the professor, and I was sent here by Professor Sprout through the secret passage."

"Ahh

The wheat cake just nodded.

"Do you have anything to eat? We also have some biscuits, juice or something. ”

"Ah, this is ......"

Connor was at first tempted to refuse, but before he could speak, he saw that the wheat cake was already looking elsewhere.

"Hurry up, take it out!"

The elves are quite fast, and with the fact that their headquarters possess spell-casting abilities that can only be looked up to by current wizards, Connor's eyes have stacked up a large number of snacks in front of him in just a few snaps of his fingers.

They're even carefully packed.

“……”

In an instant, Connor understood why Ernie was carrying a lot of stuff back to his dorm like that.

Although he had heard of the enthusiasm shown by the house-elves, Connor was still intimidated by the unfolding.

"That's a ...... I don't know if you know Ernie McMillan? ”

"Ahh Mr. McMillan would come to us every morning to greet us, woo woo, he actually said good morning to us, he was really a nice guy. ”

The elves watched as they wiped away their tears, and Connor felt a vague sense of discomfort.

The servility of the house-elves, inscribed in their blood through ancient magic, haunted by the defeat of the ancient times, made them forever regard wizards as more high-class beings than them.

This imprint is deeper than the stake in the elephant's memory.

"Ernie is that kind of person...... But the important thing is that the snacks you gave him are now in our bedroom, even if they are eaten every day for breakfast and leisure, but they can't be eaten at all. ”

"It's okay, we've cast a spell on them! The food spell developed by Ms. Hufflepuff has a very long shelf life, so it doesn't matter how many years it is! ”

Is it a question of how many years to put it?

Not at all, okay.

However, these snacks can't be returned.

There was really no way, and Connor could only wave his wand and levitate the packages with a levitation charm.

"Then I'll take it."

"Great spellcasting, great spells."

Suddenly, there was a round of applause in the kitchen, which made Connor even more tired.

I'm not doing something......

However, he also understood that there was no way to explain this kind of thing to these elves, so he quickly burrowed into the secret passage of the kitchen.

After leaving those enthusiastic house-elves behind, Connor couldn't help but take a deep breath.

After gradually reining the helplessness on his face, he gently scratched his kitten's chin again.

"I feel like there's a lot going on today, Phil, but anyway, I'm even going to open up my camp openly."

"Meow~"

"If nothing else, he should pay special attention to me next, the dog jumped under the wall, and his subordinates might also attack me, that is the evidence I want to arrest."

"Meow~"

"Well, I know I'm not in any danger, but I have classmates after all, and I don't want them to be involved in this kind of thing...... Well, Headmaster Dumbledore should keep them safe, right? After all, it's a student in school. ”

It's just that, when he said this, Connor's face didn't have the slightest lightheart.

It's ridiculous to say, but I obviously got along well with Headmaster Dumbledore before.

Although there was not much common ground, the atmosphere of the conversation was quite relaxed.

It's just that Connor can't trust him in this kind of thing.

But to be precise, he couldn't do nothing while he could see some kind of threat in front of him.

Something has to be done about it......

"But no matter what, it's too late today, Phil, and even if you have to say something, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

After all, it's past twelve o'clock in the evening anyway.

Professor Sprout also told him to be careful when he returned to his dormitory so as not to wake his classmates.

Should you sleep anyway?

With that in mind, Connor quietly opened the door to his bedroom.

However, the figure under the bronze lamp still shattered his other thoughts.

"Huh? Haven't you slept yet? ”

Ernie, Justin, and Wayne.

They just stay in the living room, anxious like ants on a hot pan.

"I didn't see you when I went to the library in the afternoon, where did you go?"

"Oh my God, you didn't get caught by that old guy with his eyes sticking out, did you?"

"Really, if you don't come back, I'm going to go out to find you."

The roommates just gossiped like that, and that kind of care even made Connor feel a little guilty.

Can't you tell them that they're directly attracted to a book in the library and fight until the curfew at night, right?

Coupled with some reasons that it was inevitably impossible to tell these classmates directly, Connor directly applied the template that had been prepared long ago and passed with the parties concerned.

"I'm making up lessons at the principal."

"In whom?"

"Headmaster."

"Which headmaster."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, which one else could it be."

After a brief silence, intense questions erupted in the dormitory.

"Really?!"

After a brief moment of questioning, Ernie suddenly thought of something.

"Oh yes, Connor, it just so happens that you've got the approval of Headmaster Dumbledore, so please do something."