Connor shook his head.

"Not only did these things exist, but the parties involved dared to put them on the table openly. An 11-year-old child used his family background to choke two prefects who were supposed to uphold justice and act according to the rules.

, this is completely a common phenomenon in wizarding society, and it is hard for me to imagine what the situation is like in the school."

The witch just slowly closed her eyes and listened quietly to the child's complaints.

"What's more, what's even worse is that wizards themselves are sparsely populated, and now they have to live in corners that ordinary people can't detect. Just like this, this kind of thing will happen..."

At this point, Connor felt like he was about to laugh.

Before he could complain too much, he felt his mother's cold warmth.

"Mother?"

"Everything is left to your own judgment, child."

Her figure disappeared again, and Neville's voice came from the compartment door again.

"Connor! Connor!"

"What's wrong?"

"We're getting ready for lunch, do you want to join us?"

These words made Connor's mentality of 'hate it and never fight' improve.

"Of course, can you introduce your friend to me?"
Chapter completed!