Truth be told, Connor hadn't cared much about Isobel since he knew that Dumbledore would definitely do it for Harry.

The old headmaster himself had a certain amount of guilt for Sirius, who had been wrongfully imprisoned, and coupled with his own code of conduct, Isobel would also be well taken care of.

So the question is, is it necessary for him to continue to care about anything?

Not at all.

He paid more attention to Quirrell than that...... Or maybe Voldemort.

The normal professor who is now starting to operate on the bright side is not himself at all, and it should be Peter if nothing else.

Compound decoction......

The preparation of this potion may seem difficult and requires a long period of preparation, but with all the materials in place, there is surprisingly no threshold.

With this handy potion, Peter was able to move around as Quirrell and take some of his attention.

To be honest, in terms of overall strategy, this is not really a good choice.

After all, the polyjuice decoction is a disguise, and Peter's own identity is not visible.

Putting such a person on the table is definitely not a good choice, at least in Connor's opinion, if he were to let himself do it, he would definitely not do that.

Voldemort, however, did just that.

As for the specific reasons......

Either he's going to go it alone and have something to do on his own.

However, he has been huddled in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office since Christmas, never going out.

Rather than acting alone and covertly, Quirrell's increasingly emaciated complexion made Connor lean into another possibility:

He can't move!

Realizing the existence of this possibility, Connor's heart did feel a touch of excitement.

If this speculation is correct, then both Quirinus Quirrell and Voldemort could be in their weakest state ever!

"Connor."

Just as his thoughts gradually diverged, the voices of his classmates echoed in his ears.

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? It's been classed. ”

“……”

Wordlessly, Connor looked around, and subconsciously noticed that the students around him had begun to leave the greenhouse one after another.

"Oh, it's class."

"Have you been wandering all the time?"

"It's not distracted, it's just thinking about something."

Without waiting for his curious roommates and classmates to ask anything more, Connor yawned in a daze.

"What should I say? I always feel like I haven't slept well lately. ”

"Didn't get a good rest?"

"Sort of, but it's not a big deal."

Yawning, Connor headed out of the conservatory, following directly after the Hufflepuff force.

In the breeze, there seemed to be a sigh echoing:

"It's boring."

As he waited, Connor felt like his body was rusting.

"Connor, would you like to go to the auditorium for a bite to eat?"

"Yes."

Faced with his friend's request, he had no reason to refuse.

"It's noon anyway, now walk to the auditorium, and you can have lunch after a while."

Connor's voice wasn't loud, and he didn't mean to attract attention.

However, the students who had been walking in front turned their heads one after another.

"Huh? Do you also go to the auditorium to eat? ”

"yes."

"Together?"

"Okay."

"Let's go, let's go."

Under the effect of the meal, the Hufflepuff team, which had already shown signs of separation, became solid again.

Walking towards the auditorium, dozens of first-year students formed a landscape that was difficult to ignore.

"Huh?"

But just as they had crossed the path leading to the greenhouse and re-entered the castle, a flying insect flew into the castle and merged directly into the body of the cat on his shoulder.

"Meow!"

"Huh?"

Connor subconsciously stopped.

Scratching Phil's chin slightly, he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Huh...... Well, Hagrid's side has some results? ”

…………

On the other side, in the guard's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a wave of chickens and dogs jumping is taking place.

The Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, which Hagrid had managed to prostitute for nothing, has broken its shell, but the Fire Dragon can be called vicious and brutal even if you look at the entire ranks of magical beasts.

Although the tempers of the various fire dragons are different, unfortunately, the Norwegian Ridgeback is not the kind of good-natured guy.

Even if it was a young dragon, even if Hagrid was a wizard of giant blood, he was made to jump for a while.

The fire dragon with its broken shell spewed fire at will, directly burning the houses that could still be lived in, even the silver-white tapestries of unicorn fur hanging on the walls were not completely spared.

However, Hagrid, as the person concerned, was not depressed by this.

On the contrary, he is still happy.

"Hahaha, what an energetic little guy."

He had always been more tolerant of these magical creatures than he could have imagined, even though his beard had been burned and curled, but Hagrid still didn't take them seriously.

"It's good to be good, it's good to have energy."

As the newborn Norwegian Ridgeback leaped around, Hagrid couldn't help but reach out and touch its body.

"Look at your little head, look at your little wings...... Heck, and I don't know when you'll be able to fly. ”

That's what he said, but at Hagrid's outstretched finger, it was obvious that the dragon thought it was something else.

It quickly bared its sharp teeth and took a bite of it.

"Hiss......"

Although he had a momentary headache, the rough skin and thick nerves brought by the giant's bloodline still made him forget about it.

"My fingers aren't food, and you can't eat anything too hard right now, so let me see what you should be eating right now."

With Noble hanging in his hand, Hagrid opened the book he had borrowed from the library, Raising Dragons for Recreation and Profit.

On the page of the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon, he flipped through the pages and found the thing.

"Yes, yes, brandy, I'm ready, look at how my brain forgets."

Quickly taking out the brandy, Hagrid hurriedly tried to feed the newborn 'child', but before he could make a move, there was a knock on the door.

"Hagrid, are you there?"

After hearing this voice, Hagrid's originally happy expression suddenly panicked.

"Harry?!"

He subconsciously raised his voice.

But after an instinctive response, he wanted to slap himself again.

What's the reply, isn't it good to be a transparent person!

However, it was already too late.

"Hagrid, are you there?"

"Oh yes, yes, I'm here."

As he spoke, Hagrid subconsciously wanted to hide his fire dragon.

But before he could make a move, the little dragon who heard the movement jumped directly towards the door.

'Whoosh'

A fireball exploded unexpectedly against the wooden door.

"Hey!! Noble!! ”

Then the door was lit.