Perhaps because Connor's attitude was too serious, Ron didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Eleven-year-old Ron, like any other wizard child, has an unparalleled admiration for the aging headmaster.

And because of this, he couldn't fail to understand Connor's resistance.

"Is there anything bad about being Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Ron didn't seem to have come to his senses, but the question he instinctively asked vaguely touched on some kind of truth.

It's just that Connor obviously can't answer this.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but I'd rather be myself than Headmaster Dumbledore."

Connor just smiled and patted him on the shoulder, as Ron looked confused.

"In this world, everyone is unique, we have our own lives, we have our own daily lives, so there is no need to force ourselves to be others, is there?"

"Oooh oh ......"

Although it seemed like he was nodding his head on the surface, Connor could tell at a glance that Ron didn't quite understand.

After all, I am only 11 years old, which is the age to understand the outside world and form a unique perception of myself.

They will worship others, and they will yearn for some great beings.

This is what children at this age should do, and in fact, after growing up step by step, they are qualified to discuss the so-called life.

It looks like an anomaly.

"Alright, Ron, did Harry not eat breakfast as you said earlier?"

Just as Ron didn't seem to understand, Connor reminded him, pulling him out of the foggy thoughts.

"Oh yes, I was going to give it to him."

He lifted the bag in his hand again.

"Do you have anything to drink?"

"Yes, yes."

Ron lifted another bag.

Even, when he mentioned this, he looked excited:

"You know what, Connor, it seems that if you ask for the utensils in the auditorium to be packed, they will take the initiative to pack all the leftovers into boxes that no one eats, and even pumpkin juice will be in bottles, I don't know how to do that."

"Hmmm......"

Ron's words were filled with an ostentatious attitude, like a child playing by the sea who was the first to discover a beautiful pebble.

The pebbles themselves don't have much to do with the child, but as the first discoverer, there is always a sense of intriguing vanity.

After a moment's thought, Connor didn't interrupt the little childlike play.

"I don't usually eat in the cafeteria...... So it's not very clear. ”

After shaking his head, he shifted the subject:

"Let's go find Harry."

"Good!"

Doesn't care why Connor wants to follow, Ron just treats his Hufflepuff friend as pure warm-heartedness.

The two walked together all the way to the door of the somewhat familiar abandoned classroom.

"Harry, are you still there?"

Gently pushing open the unlocked door, Ron couldn't help but lower his voice.

"I brought you something to eat, and besides, I met Connor on the way, and he cares about you."

It's just that the concerns from the little partners have not received a normal response that should have existed.

Harry Potter.

Once a savior who saved the British wizarding world as a baby, and even indirectly avoided the scourge of the world.

He doesn't show anything special about him now, and at the age of 11 he looks average in terms of results.

Perhaps because only some of the classes were taken together, Connor really didn't notice that he showed anything other than Quidditch, and even the news of the flight was due to the fact that he had been on the House team in his first year.

But tearing away the savior halo that is sought after, he seems to be just an ordinary child, a child who has lost his parents.

Now, he just stayed quietly in front of the mirror of Eris, looking at the scenery that no one else could see.

Even though Ron called him several times, he didn't respond.

"Harry, you really can't stare at that mirror anymore!"

Seeing that his friend was just sitting quietly in front of the mirror with his legs in his arms, Ron walked over angrily.

"I've told you so many times that there's something wrong with that mirror!"

"But that's the only place I can see my mom and dad."

Originally, Ron was still a little impatient, he wanted to say something, but no matter what kind of persuasion, he was eventually blocked by Harry's words.

"I can see them in the mirror."

When he came to his senses, Harry just pointed in the mirror.

"I can see that I grew up under their protection, I have a birthday cake for my birthday, I don't have to get up early every day to cook for everybody, I don't have to sleep in the locker, I can live like any other kid and I have new clothes to wear."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and Harry even started dancing.

"My mom and dad are wizards, my dad is even a good Quidditch player, I can see it, he will take me on a broomstick and tell me how to participate in Quidditch, I will definitely be a good chaser like my dad, and mom she, mom she ......"

Later, the sound stopped abruptly.

At the end of the day, he never had contact with his parents.

"How would he have known that his dad used to be a chaser?"

Standing behind Ron, Connor couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"We were sent to clean the prize room, where we saw the former Quidditch trophy with his father's name and place on it."

"...... like this"

Connor sighed.

This is understandable, but he has no way to know his mother's superiority, so he has no way to imagine what his mother can teach him.

Because I didn't have it, I imagined it, but because I didn't have it, I didn't even have a template for imagination.

This is Harry Potter, the savior of a world under a glory he doesn't want.

There is no doubt that he wants his parents back more than this name.

"I ...... I really saw a lot in the mirror. ”

He wanted to say something, but was a little excited.

"Goo......

At the same time, at an inopportune moment, his stomach rang.

"I ......"

For a moment, Harry was stunned, he didn't even know how to tell what he was seeing.

"I ...... I always felt like I had eaten before. ”

He couldn't help but look at the mirror, and the expression behind his glasses revealed a kind of yearning and confusion.

"I've eaten with my mom and dad, but now I'm hungry again, and I'm ...... I. ”

By the end, Harry himself had no voice.

"You should know very well Harry, what is shown in that mirror is not reality."

Connor whispered to Harry's troubled appearance.