As he spoke, the two had returned to the principal's room.

The door was closed, and Connor had no intention of saving face:

"You are the principal after all, and since you control this school, everything that happens in this school is inseparable from you."

That's what lies on the surface.

But of course, that's not all.

"Of course, I also understand that this is not your problem, after all, Hogwarts seems to be different today than it was when it was first created."

Once upon a time, when the Big Four founded the school, and even after their deaths, Hogwarts was more of a 'private property', and although it was not a system of blood succession, the Headmaster had 100% control over the entire school.

Surrounded by the idea of educating young wizards and not letting them go astray, generations of headmasters have passed them on.

But then it changed.

Maybe it's the changing times, and the wizards who think that Hogwarts shouldn't be a place for some people.

Or simply because a certain principal is not good at running the school, the entire school operation is on the verge of closure.

Anyway, after that, there was one more thing in Hogwarts:

The School Board ...... If there is to be accountability, some of the families that supported Voldemort in the first place will also be inseparable, such as Malfoy......"

Dumbledore, on the other hand, listened calmly.

Although the old man was a little helpless, he would not have any other emotional ups and downs because of this kind of thing.

"I thought you'd put all the blame on me."

Slowly taking a slice of lemon snow from his plate, Dumbledore ate the refreshing hard candy openly.

"Then I won't do such a thing, even if I do have a lot of opinions about you, but I don't like to button my hat indiscriminately."

Connor shrugged.

But soon, he changed his tune.

"However, you are still the first person in charge of the entire school, as the greatest white wizard in the world, there are a large number of fanatical dark wizards in the school where you are the headmaster, I think you are innocent...... It's really too reluctant. ”

Connor, of course, didn't mean that Dumbledore was contributing to it, but with what he knew about the old headmaster, he probably turned a blind eye and treated it as if nothing happened.

"Whether it's the inclination and pressure of the school board, your own teaching philosophy, future growth or something, these distant things can not be mentioned, but the atmosphere of this school cannot be said to be bad, it can only be said to be a mess."

It's not even a competition between academies anymore.

School bullying.

Isolated.

Take out the body and bloodline to talk about things.

Insulting family members and making jokes about victims who should be treated as heroes.

"The children of the wizarding family are okay, they can still have parents to rely on, even our Hufflepuff Susan, she will write to her parents and aunt when she is wronged...... She had a relative who worked at the top of the Ministry of Magic, but what about the others? ”

There were some things that were never brought up again, but Connor never forgot them.

"Weasley and Malfoy are clearly ancestral conflicts, but the eldest young master in the school has learned to attack him with the other's family background, and even though Percy has achieved the position of prefect with his own efforts, he still cares about his father, who is a school director."

Connor wouldn't forget the frowning look of the Gryffindor prefect.

Whether Percy goes with the flow or something else, although he looks like he has sharpened his head and climbed up, the embarrassment and anger are also imprinted in his eyes.

"No matter how arrogant Malfoy and his henchmen are, they will only turn out to be careless...... Well, do you know what I was thinking at the time? ”

“……”

The old headmaster didn't say anything directly, but he raised his hand to sign.

"No, Hogwarts has changed the admission letter and introduced our campus to those students."

With that, Connor couldn't help but touch his throat.

"Ahem......"

He cleared his throat and raised his voice:

"Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old school, one of the three famous schools of magic and magic in Europe, we have the most traditional aristocratic feudal dross, with house conflicts, open and secret fights, here, you can feel the most primitive jungle survival rules, we will hold school brawls every day to ensure that students have enough experience to deal with the stubborn society."

The seemingly immature voice sounded in a subdued, almost singing-like tone.

Dumbledore's expression didn't change, but the headmasters on the wall opened their eyes.

At this point, they felt that there was no way for them to remain silent.

But before the portraits could speak, Dumbledore raised his hand.

It's not a spell-casting gesture, but it's a stop.

As a result, all that echoed in the entire principal's room was the strange praise and propaganda.

"As long as you send your child to Hogwarts, your deceased family members will be active in the mouths of the other children in the school, and we welcome ordinary people...... Oh yes, you say it's Muggles, ahem......"

He corrected his salutation slightly.

"We also welcome children from Muggle families, so that those Muggle parents understand that when their children leave their comfort zone, their hearts will become the laughing stock of others, and even if they are bullied, it will be difficult to tell their grievances."

“……”

"We are Hogwarts, we submit to the school board, we sing the praises of the nobility, we clash in the school, and we welcome you."

Finally, the torture of the 'poetry recitation' came to an end.

Dumbledore's brow twitched, and there was a breath of patience from the other side of the portrait.

"What do you think? Mr. Principal? ”

"You're insulting the school!"

But before Dumbledore could speak, some of the headmasters on the other side of the portrait finally couldn't help it.

Ah is a bearded little old man, who looks like a very classic 'elite temperament', and the nameplate depicts his name:

Phineas Black.

"Oh ...... open"

Connor didn't like to judge anything by his surname, but he could sense a sense of arrogance in the portrait.

That kind of condescending momentum came to his face, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Where did I insult the school?"

"You ......"

"Is it because I retold something that happened at school? So if you think it's an insult, why do these still exist? ”

After a few words, Principal Phineas's anger was blocked before he could say anything.

Instead of looking at the silent portraits, he looked back at the old headmaster.

"I think at least now the atmosphere inside the school needs to change, what do you think?"