A portrait is just a portrait after all.

Even the age-old magic of painting and portraiture can make portraits vivid, and even if they cooperate, the portraits of wizards can even remember everything in life.

However, strictly speaking, the wizard portrait and the wizard are two different kinds of individuals after all.

It's more of a carrier, the character manifestation is just a shell, and what is filled inside depends on the mind of the wizard himself.

To be honest, it may be a memory that is no different from my own.

If you don't participate in it, but it's just drawn by someone else, then it will be distorted.

Even, if the wizard himself resists this, or even covers it up with one lie after another, there will be a kind of tearing confusion - for example, the current Phineas is like this.

"Oh, it looks like it's me all this time."

When this is mentioned, the portrait of Principal Black has such a sudden sense of enlightenment.

It wasn't long before he pulled his again.

"Eh, eh, eh?!"

Voices echoed, and although no enclosed towers could be heard, they filled the principal's room.

"Could it be that I just stopped the curriculum and education reform that should have been implemented?"

Phineas couldn't help but look at the headmaster Turner, and even wanted to get into his frame, but the old painter still had his back to him, drawing another picture in the portrait.

"Yes."

He replied without looking back.

The old painter doesn't seem to want to waste any more time on this topic, but the other one is different.

Dai Lisi had already hung up in the principal's office at that time, so she was particularly impressed by this:

"You were in high spirits at the time, with the support of the school board and the assistance of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Education, and you were still complacent after beating everything back to its original shape, saying that the Black family would definitely be able to stand at the top or something."

"I ...... Is this something I would do? ”

Phineas clearly wanted to argue, but in his ears, Dalyse's voice sounded like a demon's whisper.

Completely crush his faith:

"yes, that's what you did, otherwise where did you get your reputation for the worst headmaster ever?"

"How can this be, I'm also a principal......"

This is where the portrait is separated from the person.

Generally speaking, when the portraits of wizards are hung on the wall, they will never talk about these years unless they are still alive.

But who made this situation special?

"So why is your reform so troublesome, I made a direct decision at that time."

The headmaster, who was wearing armor, couldn't help but express his doubts again.

"It's a different time than you were back then, there's the Ministry of Magic, there's the campus board, and if you want to make some changes to the school's system, you're bound to have to make some mess."

And to sum it up in one word:

"It's difficult, if you want to succeed in reforming, you must either be in the interests of the Ministry of Magic and the school board, otherwise these will definitely become obstacles."

Principal Dai Lisi said helplessly.

"Albus, what do you think of this situation?"

After a commotion, the headmistress suddenly spoke.

And when she opened her mouth to call out to the current principal, everyone else reacted,

"Yes, Albus, you don't seem to have spoken."

"And what do our current headmasters think about this?"

A series of questions were thrown away, but when the portraits looked at the headmaster's seat, they found that it was empty.

"Albus?"

By the time the headmasters were amazed, Dumbledore had dragged his old steps beyond the grand, ancient school.

It's not so lively, it's not so noisy.

The slightly icy wind blew quietly, scattering the snowflakes.

The seemingly white and pure things slowly drifted down, and finally landed on the black lake, which had formed a thin layer of ice.

For Dumbledore, he looked at it every year.

Whether as a student or as a teacher, when he came back to his senses, he found that the whole school had not changed much from when he was studying.

Is this really a good thing?

Now he can't give an accurate answer - even if he asked the question himself.

Careful.

Guard.

That's his way of doing things.

Perhaps some of the schemes may seem risky, but they will not deviate from his expectations in the general direction.

It had always been like this, until this year, a presence appeared inside Hogwarts that he didn't expect.

He never imagined that this kid would be dressed like that.

Doing what he wanted to do in the past, telling the ideals he had long since abandoned.

"Really...... I've got a big problem, Connor. ”

…………

Just when the old legendary wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts sighed helplessly, Connor had already returned to the library.

The half-month Christmas holiday season is a joy for any student – even those who remain in school.

Because their world is only that big.

Safe Haven – This is a philosophy that Hogwarts has lived up to since its founding, and similar words are even inscribed on the portrait of Lady Hufflepuff.

As a result, the teaching philosophy of most teachers is also revealed:

Isolate the inside and outside, do not let the children come into contact with external pressures, and provide a nice and comfortable environment as much as possible.

If you study hard during the holidays, Hogwarts will also ensure the most basic safety and free time.

But unfortunately, this kind of thing has nothing to do with the current Connor.

"Vacation, ......"

Obviously only 11 years old, Connor was already sighing helplessly.

Although in terms of time, he was not so busy that he kept his feet on the ground, but after realizing the mess in the school, it was impossible to enjoy the holidays.

"Shhh...... Why do you feel that you are getting farther and farther away from your original goal? ”

So, what was your original goal?

Even if it's according to my mother's instructions, it's just making friends with those classmates, and the essence is that I should go to school.

Seriously, when he came to this school, he actually came with the intention of being lazy, enjoying himself, and being rotten, as for now......

"Crunch"

With the sound of the wooden door being old, two people walked into the library.

Those were the two Gryffindor boys.

"Harry, Ron, what are you doing in the library?"

"Oh, let's look it up."

After looking left and right for a moment, they whispered.

That kind of demeanor is like a secret agent who has been entrusted with some important duty.