"Uh......"

Seeing that Connor calmly asked about the next arrangement, Hermione couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Seriously, now she was really afraid that the boy in front of her, who called her friend, would ask questions that she couldn't answer.

At least, there were reasons she didn't want him to know.

"The next words...... I'm going to go to the library and read a book for a while. ”

After her gaze swept over Harry and Ron, Hermione spoke.

"So...... Good bye. ”

A stiff response, Hermione hurried around and headed for the staircase.

But before she could get far, she turned her head again, her eyes racing between Harry and Connor.

"What's wrong?"

Connor asked.

"Nothing."

There was a clear hesitation on her countenance, but she shook her head anyway.

"Alright, let's leave too."

After a gentle tap on Harry's shoulder, Connor walked towards the staircase that led to the first floor on the other side.

"Hurry up and get to Madam Pomfrey's, although Ron didn't suffer any serious injuries, it would be better to get treatment sooner."

"Well, good!"

Seeing that Ron was floating in front of him, Harry followed Connor's footsteps.

His gaze was straight ahead, and in addition to Ron, Connor's red hair and the 'white scarf' on his shoulders were greeted by a fluffy cat.

It's so effortless......

Seeing his back as if he was walking in school, Harry's eyes couldn't help but show a deep sense of envy.

If he could, he would like it too.

No matter what difficulties you encounter, even if you see someone in a difficult situation, you can easily solve the problem with a gentle wave of your wand and a few incantations - really, this is a wizard.

What's more, he is also an honor student - an honor student who is willing to help.

Whether it was his reputation in school or his truly excellent grades, Harry was envious.

It's not that he doesn't like fame.

After all, who doesn't like to be adored at the restless age of 11?

It's just that Harry doesn't like the name of his own savior.

What defeated the Dark Lord, what saved the wizarding world, this kind of thing he didn't have any real sense of at all,

Harry didn't think of these exploits as his own, and he shouldn't have benefited from them.

What's more, he also lost his own parents.

Everyone called him the Savior, and he was once the most prominent figure in Gryffindor, but no one cared that it was the so-called Savior who took his parents away from him.

"What are you thinking?"

Just as Harry's mind was cloudy, a voice sounded right in front of him.

When he looked up, he saw his friend's gaze - Connor, who was walking in front of him, turned his head at some point.

"Nothing, just a little envious of you."

"Envy? Envy what? ”

"You're strong."

Harry said honestly.

"Not only are the courses at the top, even Snape can't fault you, and ......"

"And what?"

"It seems that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can easily solve them."

"Poof......

There was no approval, and before Harry's words could be completely settled, there was a burst of helpless laughter in front of him.

"If you can easily solve it......"

"What did you say?"

The voice was so soft that Harry didn't hear it clearly.

"It's nothing, it's just a little emotional...... Speaking of which, I haven't asked you yet, but I saw you come out of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. ”

"Ah...... That's right. ”

"I'm a little curious, what do you need to find him? After all, this professor's reputation is not good. ”

"Perhaps...... Perhaps, the reason why Professor Quirrell behaved like that was also a helpless thing. ”

Hearing someone 'slandering' Quirrell, Harry couldn't help but retort.

"Professor...... The professor told me a lot of truths. ”

Hearing this, Connor raised a frown.

Seriously, this set of words was a little easier than he thought.

…………

No matter what the fame was on his head, Harry was only an 11-year-old now.

Perhaps out of trust in Connor, or perhaps because he was inherently unguarded, Harry told him what he had to say.

Yesterday's Quidditch game was out of control, Professor Quirrell's guidance, the secrets hidden in him, Professor Snape's former identity, and so on.

When Connor brought Ron to Madam Pomfrey, Harry's so-called little secrets were all gone.

After a few pleasantries and a polite departure from the hospital, Connor frowned.

To be honest, the current situation is not much different from what he thought.

Whether it's the black cauldron or choosing to gain Harry's trust or something, this kind of position and identity trickery is like a layer of window paper that can be broken at the slightest poke in the eyes of insiders.

But there's only one problem: slow.

Moreover, Connor himself was annoyed.

"Really, you'd better come back sooner, so I can be free."

Outside the window, a beautiful phoenix chirped and echoed, and the beautiful phoenix pulled out a flame trail in the sky and flew into the sky.

"Phoenix ......"

Meanwhile, in his office, Professor Quirrell only cautiously opened the curtains and looked out the window at the trail of flames.

There was no curse-level pain in the appearance of the thief's eyebrows, as if the emaciation and emaciation on his face were just some kind of disguise.

Soon, his face began to distort in a physical sense, and his facial features changed from a younger Quirrell to a lewd, bald, greasy man.

"Master, master, the phoenix is outside!"

Peter said with a flattering face.

And in addition to that classic flattery, there was also a hint of fear on his countenance.

"Well, is Dumbledore coming back?"

Peter's gaze was fixed on the man who had been sitting at the desk.

It was Quirrell's body, but Quirrell's own consciousness and face had been pushed to the side.

Now, it was the Dark Lord who was dominant, and his face could only be described as distorted, like that of a snake.

No one knew if it was the price of the Dark Arts or the result of Voldemort's own pursuits, and Peter's personality was too afraid to ask anything.

He just saw his great master slowly look up:

"What about Dumbledore's return? I can always find a way to get him out of school again. ”

A hoarse voice echoed, and the still weak Dark Lord took a deep breath.

"What's more, it's almost time to deal with everything, and when he comes back, my preparations here will be over."