"For the greater good......"

Dumbledore muttered this, and he closed his eyes, as if savoring.

And when his mind returned to reality, he looked back at the child, who was only 11 years old.

But unlike the fanaticism and determination that he imagined might exist, in his eyes, Connor was just scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"How's that, maybe my personality isn't very suitable for saying such things?"

After staring at his young face for a long time, Dumbledore suddenly became happy.

"What's wrong? Shy now? ”

"yes, I always think that sounds ......."

"Pretty what?"

"Youthful and vigorous? I don't know how thick the sky is? I don't know how to describe it. ”

Inadvertently, Connor's words were like a hammer, hammering Dumbledore's heart in the most casual manner.

"Young and vigorous......

Gently holding his half-moon glasses, Dumbledore laughed.

There is no impurity in that smile, and if there is anything, it is probably just a kind of nostalgia and helplessness.

This does sound a little youthful and vigorous, after all...... After all, no one can guarantee that they will be the same in the future. ”

The old headmaster's words sounded meaningful, but to Connor's ears, they seemed like some kind of admonition.

"That's why it's necessary to maintain order, Connor."

He said this to himself.

Connor understood this.

To be honest, he really didn't know how to judge this, but he vaguely felt a kind of resentment lingering in his heart.

It was a strong denial, a diametrically opposed judgment that had been led to some speculation from the Ministry of Magic ten years ago.

It even contains a microcosm of wizarding society.

“…… I'm actually very much in favor of the existence of rules and regulations."

Scratching the back of his head, Connor said.

"It's just that the so-called order, I think, should be for the whole wizard service, not become a tool for some people to pursue their own interests...... Headmaster Dumbledore, what do you think? ”

“……”

The old headmaster didn't speak, he just watched the red-haired child quietly.

Connor didn't back down, and looked at him as well.

He was about to leave the principal's office, but Connor kept the door shut, looking back.

Then, with a smile, he said:

"The principal asked me so many questions before, so surely he wouldn't mind if I asked one question, right?"

"Of course, I'll be happy to answer your questions."

"What would you do if you found out that the order that exists today has become a tool for certain privileged classes to evade their responsibilities and seek profit?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like an extraterrestrial meteorite falling into the deep sea, instantly stirring up stormy waves.

This question was like a sharp spear that cut open the hearts of the rest of the principals.

They didn't even pretend to be asleep anymore, and the eyes in the portrait looked directly at Dumbledore and the boy named Connor.

Dumbledore was silent, as if thinking and hesitating.

Eventually, he gave his own answer:

"I'll try to change."

"Hope is pinned on the next generation, isn't it? Or maybe it's trying to persuade or something. ”

“……”

Dumbledore didn't respond, but the old headmaster's silence clearly said a lot about his attitude.

"It's a good idea, it's just ...... Some of them are long, and maybe even have to sit back and watch some tragedies appear. ”

After saying this, Connor didn't linger any longer.

Under Dumbledore's watchful eye, he departed, his steps light and seemingly unapprehensive.

His eyes were full of longing for the future, anticipation, trying to do something, trying to change something with his own hands - just like he once was.

In the Headmaster's room, Dumbledore was still sitting in his chair.

His gaze wandered around the semicircular room, first to Fawkes.

But Phoenix, who had known him for a long time, ignored him, and just continued to use his beak to arrange his feathers.

Then, Dumbledore looked at the portraits again, but the Headmaster, who had been paying attention to the conversation, closed his eyes one by one.

In the end, only the headmaster was left to keep an eye on him, and the old man with the gray beard had his name inscribed underneath:

Armando

"You know, Albus."

Seeing Dumbledore looking at him, the retired old headmaster spoke.

"That kid reminds me of who you used to be, calm and confident, with a strong sense of purpose...... You were even more radical than he was. ”

"I know, Headmaster, I know ......"

…………

Time passed slowly.

After a night of fermentation, the aftermath of the werewolf invasion has finally arrived.

When the students, who had been trembling all night, gathered in the common room the next day, they got a clear answer from their respective deans:

Classes are closed on Fridays.

Although they were still allowed to move around the school without any restrictions, the teachers still advised the students not to walk around, to maintain a normal daily life, and to study on their own.

At first, the students were skeptical.

They didn't hear much movement in the lounge, but when they arrived in the auditorium to prepare for breakfast, they met the strange wizards dressed in black.

Although the clothing is not uniform, the black clothes also exude an indescribable oppressive force.

"Those people are ......"

Ernie was stunned.

"Those people are Aurors."

Gabriel spoke.

"How does the prefect know it's an Auror?"

"Because there's an old acquaintance there."

Georgina replied calmly.

She slowly folded the bread and vegetables into a refreshing sandwich and slowly put it in her mouth.

"She's noticed us now, too."

"Who?"

"Hey!"

Before Ernie could say anything, he saw a figure rapidly approaching.

It was a woman, dressed in a black leather coat, but her fluffy pink hair stood out, making her look like a large bubblegum.

Combined with that enthusiastic smile, it really diluted the solemn atmosphere of the Aurors a lot.

"Georgina, Gabry, are you alright?"

The woman looked grinning and reached out to hold the Hufflepuff prefect in her arms.

"I haven't seen you for so long, you're still so beautiful, haven't you been broken by those werewolves?"

"Of course not...... None of us actually encountered a werewolf. ”

Directly hugged by the woman, Georgina said helplessly.

Gabriel, however, frowned at himself.

"How did you know there were werewolves? How long has it been? ”