There are people who, after decades of stealing chickens and dogs, have finally had the courage to make waves and storms, but have not been able to get out of a country or an island, and have never had a clear implementation plan for their whole lives, only violence.

On the other hand, some people are bold and reckless, and at the same time have a clearer logic and a clearer purpose, raising their hands for clouds and covering their hands for rain.

Some people have low self-esteem due to their origin and ancestry, and desperately want to change their names in order to get rid of the past.

On the other hand, some people do not regard their past as a shame at all, regret and eternal nostalgia.

In fact, compared to Voldemort, a clearly emotionally deficient madman, a standard careerist with personal wishes and dreams, and a 'man' who knows how to love and hate, is much more terrifying.

And now, there is indeed such a person.

Although almost fifty years have passed, he has been almost forgotten without anyone talking about it tacitly.

But Dumbledore knew that the man was still there!

"His business is over, and now, fifty years later, he can't do anything."

Dumbledore said.

It's just that his tone that reveals inexplicable anxiety betrays his true mood.

Connor vaguely remembered the Dark Wizard now imprisoned in the Tower, as the people preferred to call him the original Dark Lord, who seemed to have a good relationship with Dumbledore.

However, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him, and he has no interest in arguing about it at all.

"I know, so I'm just talking about who asked you to bring up those things."

Connor smiled.

"So, can I see why Mr. Headmaster doesn't trust me so much?"

"No, you're wrong, kid, I trust you and you're able to handle a lot of things that make me feel tricky."

"But we're not talking about the same thing, Mr. Headmaster."

Faced with Dumbledore's apparently confused attitude, Hord only calmly retorted.

"Ability and mind and purpose are two different things, and I think you should understand that."

Dumbledore undoubtedly believed in Connor, but the temptation that was almost visible today expressed his attitude—the old Headmaster believed in his personal abilities, but not in his character.

"Actually, I'm curious why you've always been so wary of me."

“……”

"I don't think I've done anything too out of the ordinary, while my academic performance is firmly ranked first, I will also help my classmates improve together, if I encounter any problems, my first reaction is to seek help from teachers, not to mention our Hufflepuff Professor Sprout, even Snape can't find fault with me."

Finger crossed, Connor counted the actions he had done when he entered the school.

"Even though I think of what I'm doing as a student, I've left most of my peers behind just by doing that."

"Well, that's right."

"Seriously, although I haven't been able to live the normal school life I thought I had since I entered school for various reasons, I haven't done anything out of the ordinary, have I?"

With that, Connor looked up at Dumbledore.

An old man and a young man looked at each other.

"On Halloween, I defeated the werewolf head-on and rescued my classmates."

"Yes."

"It was I who reminded you of Peter's presence, and by the way corrected a mistake you made before."

"Yes."

"I'd rather expose my hole cards and abilities than inform you of the dirty things behind your back."

"That's right."

Later, it was basically Connor saying a word and Dumbledore pandering to a sentence.

On the surface, it seems to be an agreement, but every word that comes out is contrary to the truth - there is a contradiction that cannot be avoided in any way.

"Since you agree with all of this, why do you have an almost undisguised wariness and vigilance against me?"

From beginning to end, there was no impatience or restlessness on either side.

There may be a game, but when everything is on the table, the whole principal's office exudes a strange atmosphere.

Obviously, they don't agree with each other's ideas and ideas, but they don't hide anything, and even if they have any other ideas, they are outspoken.

"There must be a reason for everything, right?"

"Why, that's true, no matter what happens, no matter what the situation, there must be a reason."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

He shook his head, and after taking a sip of the dark candy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You just think of this as a self-doubt of an old man who is not very confident."

"Self-doubt?"

Connor raised an eyebrow.

For a moment, he felt an inexplicable weirdness, but he couldn't tell that something was wrong.

"You don't seem to have much confidence, and you take every step carefully."

"Yes, after all, I'm old, and I don't have the ambition I had when I was younger."

"The long years may have endowed them with infinite wisdom, but they have also deprived them of the courage to try and the decisive ...... that should exist."

Connor raised an eyebrow, and he scrutinized the wise old man in front of him.

"So, it's better to leave some things to young people,"

"After all, this world belongs to young people."

On the surface, this may be a form of recognition.

It's just that Connor doesn't take this compliment seriously.

"Well, let's talk about Horcruxes later, maybe until the end of the term...... Or maybe it's the time of the summer vacation when we can get rid of these things, and you shouldn't have a problem with that, right? ”

"Of course not, I'm looking forward to a summer trip."

"Goodbye, then."

After gently scratching the napping cat on his shoulder, Connor beckoned to the phoenix on the shelf.

"Forks, goodbye."

The phoenix, which had been arranging its feathers, spread its flaming wings as if to say hello.

Finally, with a farewell, the child left.

Almost at the same time as the door closed, the headmasters on the walls who were pretending to be asleep opened their eyes.

"So what the hell is going on with that student? How dare you talk to me like that? If it had been for me, I would have given him a taste of the school system! ”

Principal Phineas shouted loudly, as if he were brave.

On the other side, Principal Talise Devonte applauded.

"Well said, I'll pass on your courage to that kid."

"Eh, don't, don't, I'm kidding, I'm just a painting!!"

Soon, under your words and my words, the principal's office was filled with a lively atmosphere and full of life.

It doesn't seem like this is a place of majesty, just an ordinary wizarding community.

In the midst of this cacophony, the current Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, slowly closed his eyes.

"It's because you know that you are suspicious, like you never trusted me, Connor."

It's just that this sentence is now just a whisper to himself drifting in the wind, and no one can hear it.