Ordinary.

This is how Connor described the legendary savior Harry Potter after much deliberation.

But he didn't really have any ill intentions, and he didn't really apply any sarcasm on his so-called talents.

"I'll admit that Harry does have something that stands out far beyond his peers, and not everyone is qualified to join the Quidditch team in their first year, even if it's just the House team, although I think the Seeker and the Golden Snitch are a garbage locator......"

"Hey!! Quidditch what's wrong with you! ”

Just as Connor said this, a dissatisfied voice could not help but be heard from the side.

Looking back, Connor saw a wizard carrying a flying broomstick, and there was even a Golden Flying Man in the portrait.

"There is no place in Quidditch that can be discarded, and can Quidditch be said without a Seeker? It's not the Seeker you're insulting, it's the whole sport! ”

The headmaster said angrily.

Connor didn't rush to retort, he just took his attention away from the headmaster's face and focused on the portrait of him whose name he didn't know.

And there, he got that name:

Walter Parkin.

The founder of the Wigtown Tramps, their family was born in Quidditch, and even left a lot of tactics.

If it were him, it wouldn't be surprising.

"Really?"

He asked unhurriedly.

"But I remember that the book says that the Seeker is actually a location that has only been created in the last few hundred years, right? The traditional Quidditch used to be like ordinary people's football and basketball, mainly based on the use of tactics and scoring goals, and the competition was between the tactics of both sides and the use of broomsticks, but the origin of the Seeker ......"

Connor's gaze grew subtle, and the portrait depicted drops of sweat for the headmaster.

Connor could see that cold sweat was already running down the portrait's forehead.

But he didn't point it out directly, just looked at him with a smile.

"Why don't we discuss why the Golden Flying Heroes are now the target of key protection?"

“……”

The headmaster, who was supposed to be close to Quidditch, didn't respond anymore, and only turned his gaze to Dumbledore for help.

But the old headmaster didn't seem to see anything, and God was looking at the ceiling, completely ignoring the headmaster's plea.

"Actually, I think this kind of thing is quite interesting, a cute little bird, it is not its own peculiarity that causes its almost extinction, nor is it the persecution of nature, wizards don't need its golden fur at all, they don't need its flesh and blood, they don't need anything about it, they just reach out and grab it in the Quidditch arena."

Connor clenched his fists tightly, but it was a vague one, but it felt like a thousand pounds.

"It just lost its ability to fly, and it was either dead or disabled."

"But then at least the Golden Snitch appeared, and this kind of place has been improved, not to mention that the Golden Snitch is not only used in Quidditch, the sport of hunting has always been popular, and it is not because Quidditch is endangered."

I don't know when it started, but the headmaster's tone, which was originally imposing, became weak.

I don't know when the position was completely reversed.

"But what about the rules? Neither team knows how long it will take to score 150 points, but a golden snitch can easily solve it...... I don't mean to point fingers at that, the existence of the Golden Snitch does add a lot of uncertainty to the arena, but I just hope that wizards can tell others about its origins when they mention the importance of the Golden Snitch. ”

At the end of the day, that's where the seemingly complete rules of Quidditch come from.

"I just want everyone to know that this was actually the whim of the Speaker of a certain wizarding council, tampering with the rules on the spot, and ruining the orderly spectacle of the whole game with Garon."

Connor said with a smile.

"In a fair match, a huge sum of 150 Galleons was used to get everyone to act around something that was not related in the first place...... I'm not sure if this is an admirable act at all. ”

He looked at the portrait.

I don't know when it started, and the Jin Feixia on the portrait has also shrunk.

It hid in its cage and said nothing.

As for Principal Parkin himself, he couldn't speak, and after blowing his beard and glaring, he just closed his eyes angrily.

He dodged the question anyway, and Connor shrugged his shoulders at the sight.

"I think history is a very important thing, what does the principal think?"

"Huh?"

Probably not expecting to be suddenly named, Dumbledore looked like he had just finished sleepwalking.

Seeing Connor's serious expression, Dumbledore nodded slowly.

"Yes, it is very important to remember history, we must not always use beautiful words to whitewash him, but always face the truth that has been engraved."

"Seriously, I really don't understand why the Seeker position would be retained, which would affect Quidditch's orthodoxy...... It seems to me that it's like running naked on your birthday, and the wizarding world stipulates that you must run naked on your birthday in order to commemorate you, and then beautify your naked running as much as possible, giving it some kind of sacred and unshakable meaning. ”

"I don't have a bare running fetish, Connor."

"Yes, it's just an analogy."

Facing the old principal's helpless expression, Connor showed a bright smile instead.

"If you don't like it, what about the Sorting Hat and House examples on my side?"

“？？？”

Did he say something strange?

At that moment, not only the principal Parkin, who chose to escape in the end, but even the others couldn't help but open their eyes.

"If this example is going to offend people, why don't you change it, how about the school song on Ilvermorny's side? No, we can take some examples from ordinary people...... Thanksgiving or something, anyway, is a classic case: making a certain behavior a routine, and in the end no one will think about its origins, blindly follow it, and eventually become a tradition, without considering whether it is reasonable or not. ”

In the large headmaster's room, only Connor's voice seemed to linger.

No one responded, and the principals stopped talking, but because of the position and rights of the portrait itself, they did not speak, but closed their eyes and made a sleeping attitude.

Seeing that no one responded, Connor quickly turned his attention back to the headmaster's face.

"You look like you hate Quidditch?"

"It's not annoying, but I do prefer sports with clear standards and rules, and in my opinion, broom and flying carpet racing are more interesting, at least the indicators of the competition are quite clear."

Then the two sides fell silent again.

Connor and Dumbledore looked at each other, and it took a moment for Connor to shrug his shoulders inexplicably.

"Did we say a lot of irrelevant things?"

"To be exact, you can't stop talking there all the time, kid."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I saw that you were in high spirits, so I didn't interrupt you."

“……”