Malfoy just left, no one to say anything, and no teacher to stop him.

At this moment, the professors and deans just looked at each other, and after a while, everyone except the headmaster invariably turned their eyes to Snape, who was expressionless.

Although they hadn't opened their mouths to ask yet, their eyes were already full of doubt.

"He's not acting for Cyris Black."

Knowing exactly what other people cared about, Snape directly exposed it.

"I may not know anything else, but Narcissa ...... She is actually a very emotional child. ”

Professor McGonagall tactfully reminded her that she didn't like to talk too much about these things.

Sadly, Snape and she were two different types of people.

"But that doesn't include Sirius Black."

Without denying Professor McGonagall's assessment, Snape calmly plucked Sirius out again.

"The Black family has long since severed ties with him, and after a long period of inconnection, this weak blood relationship is not enough to act as a force for action."

"But he's not exactly lying."

Professor Flitwick spoke, and before he could continue, Professor Sprout completed his words:

"Most of the things he said so far can be corrected, and the rest of the things can be easily found...... There was no reason for him to tell such a low-level lie. ”

After presenting their inferences and judgments, the four deans just looked at the principal.

They actually have their own opinions on each other, but in Hogwarts, it is the centenarian who really has the decision-making power.

It's just that the old man's eyes have been staring at the corpse of the hairless mouse on the table, and he is completely out of the world.

But no one interrupted him until the old man himself awoke from that long thought.

"Minerva."

He spoke, his voice slow.

"You have a greater talent for transfiguration than I do...... Can you help me see if he's Peter......"

"It's definitely Pediru."

Before Professor McGonagall could judge anything more with his professionalism, Snape put an end to the last glimmer of possibility with his own indifferent whisper.

"Pettigrew has been with me all this time, and I know him even if he turns to dust......"

This may be a kind of emotional catharsis, but as a Potions professor, he has another way of identifying it.

"And if you don't believe me, I have a bottle of medicine here for him...... I think I'll still react to him now. ”

"Alright, that's it."

Before Snape could finish, Dumbledore shook his head.

"I'll keep an eye on Peter."

When he looked up again, the old man smiled peacefully, which was familiar to everyone.

"Thank you for your hard work, but now please go back to your respective posts...... Anyway, the kids always have to go to class. ”

So what should be done?

At this moment, the deans all had some doubts about this matter, but out of trust in Mr. Principal, their doubts were not spoken.

Only Snape glanced at Mr. Headmaster twice before leaving.

However, he didn't say anything, but walked away quickly.

Suddenly, only the principal himself was left in the principal's room.

But soon, another voice began to echo:

"Albus, what should I do now?"

The sound came from the portrait hanging on the wall, and Principal Phineas, who had been holding back for a long time, looked like he was about to babble again.

However, even if the principal does sometimes have a lack of roots in his head, it also depends on the atmosphere.

Realizing that Dumbledore would never respond to him at such a time, he simply kept silent.

The eerie atmosphere echoed like this, as if no one dared to gasp for breath—not even the portraits of the headmasters.

Eventually, a voice sounded, and a young figure was sent up through the elevator passage of the principal's office.

Black wizard robes, school uniforms, khaki scarves, but more conspicuous is the red hair.

Connor ......

"I think I should be here at the right time?"

Unaffected by the silence, Connor quickly made his way to the headmaster's room.

Immediately after, his gaze shifted to the big mouse.

Peter Pedirou.

It was not difficult for him to identify the hairless mouse.

"There were no cut marks on the body, no signs of bleeding, and the vital signs stopped as if they were dying...... It was the Killing Curse. ”

Without Dumbledore's complicated mood at all, Connor reached out and flipped the corpse of the rat left and right.

"However, even if the Ministry of Magic is in a hurry and chooses to kill Peter directly, it will not send his body here to show off his might, someone else sent it here...... Let me guess, is it Malfoy? ”

“…… Yes. ”

The old headmaster finally opened his mouth to respond.

It's easy to guess, after all, Malfoy is the one who has been in close contact with Fudge lately, and who is closely related to this matter.

"He was awake and knew that Fudge was completely carried away by power."

I want to use the entire social order to force Dumbledore to compromise...... Well, maybe the old headmaster will really be that many.

But it's not necessarily the case with another person.

"So, now that the Ministry of Magic has already done it, you won't blame me for using my own way to get justice, right?"

Connor casually carried the dead rat in his hand.

“…… What do you want to do? ”

"I don't want to do anything, I just want Peter to stand in front of those people at the Ministry of Magic again."

At another moment, the old man, who was originally extremely calm, did have a momentary gaffe.

Some words were almost on the verge of coming out, but he kept them at bay.

"The line between life and death is hard to break."

It's a euphemism, but it leaves a glimmer of hope.

"I know."

Facing the old man's clear but inexplicably cloudy gaze, Connor nodded slowly.

"I really can't break the line between life and death...... But no one knew Peter was dead, did they? ”

Connor spoke.

"The Ministry of Magic won't admit that anyway, so I'll just find a way to get Peter back in front of them."

"That's ...... so"

The old headmaster closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the entire headmaster's room fell silent again.

Connor didn't leave directly, but stayed where he was, after all, Mr. Headmaster hadn't responded to him head-on.

"As originally agreed, I will not interfere with your children."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, a tiredness that seemed to have been building up for a long time.

"It's just...... Hopefully there are some things you don't overdo too much. ”

"Don't worry."

Having made the promise he wanted, Connor shrugged.

"Of course I know where the bottom line is."