Hogwarts Outsider

Matthew Wickfield only felt that the cool breeze at night was blowing his hair; at the same time he let his robe hull and flutter behind him...

　　 The feeling of sitting on a flying broomstick is actually quite ordinary; at least Matthew feels that it is not as comfortable as riding on a eagle with a winged animal.

　　 Looking down, the square streets of London are getting farther and farther away from them... and then quickly shrunk into a shining black board.

Mr. Shafik has been directing them to move forward, sometimes ascending, sometimes descending...The cold wind blows from time to time, and the cold night air in London, even the stabbing eyes of Matthew, could not help but burst into tears .

　　Matthew doesn’t know how far they have flown, only through his watch, he knows that they have been in the sky for almost an hour...

　　 Judging from the dark ground, they must have left the city of London.

　　 "It should be right here!" Mr. Shafik issued an order again: "Let's land."

　　 The two broomsticks began to swoop down...Matthew quickly grabbed the broomstick.

　　 They were flying lower and lower, and finally Matthew could see the car lights and street lights, as well as the big chimneys on the side of the road.

　　 Finally, they stepped off their broomsticks on a messy and barren grass in the middle of a small square.

　　 Matthew looked around and was sure that they came to a Muggle town far away from London and very remote.

　　……

　　 "It's only 12:10, we're five minutes early." Mr. Shafik looked at his watch and said.

　　 He sat down on the grass, where he was panting heavily. Flying for such a long time made the middle-aged man a little tired.

　　Matthew also sat down.

　　Mr. Shafik is looking up at the sky, but Matthew is different, he is looking around curiously.

　　 They didn't wait too long, and several dark shadows appeared from the sky soon.

　　Four foreigners who wrapped themselves up and down, riding on four flying broomsticks...

　　 And between the four flying broomsticks, a box was chained with a chain and hung in the air.

　　 The box is not big, at least two people can definitely lift it up.

　　 Four flying broomsticks slowly landed from the sky, and the mysterious box also fell heavily to the ground.

　　 "Who... is... Shafik?" One of the four foreign wizards stammered in English with a heavy accent.

　　 "I am!" Mr. Shafik quickly stood up.

　　 "Then... I'll leave this to you!" The English-speaking foreign wizard said quickly, and he pointed to the box.

　　 At the same time he took out a short magic wand and waved it gently.

　　 The chains tied to the four flying broomsticks suddenly fell off.

　　 "We're gone..." the English-speaking foreign wizard continued.

　　 However, he turned around again and reminded: "Be careful!"

　　 After that, the four foreign wizards rode on the flying broomsticks and lifted off at the fastest speed.

　　 moves quickly, as if he was evading something.

　　 And Mr. Shafik is already busy. He tied the four iron chains in pairs to the two flying broomsticks on their side.

　　 After confirming that they were firmly tied, he glanced at the two companions: "Let's go back!"

　　 "Wait," Matthew suggested.

　　 His gaze was curiously looking at the box **** by the chain...In this mysterious box, something seemed to be trapped, shaking from time to time.

　　 Matthew’s opinion was quickly supported by another companion, the timid and taciturn clerk. He said weakly: "Yes, wait, let's take a break!"

　　 "Well then!" Mr. Shafik nodded.

　　 They patiently sat on the grass for a minute or two.

　　 "Actually, I don't quite understand..." Suddenly, Matthew glanced at another clerk strangely.

　　 "What don't you understand?" The clerk was a little confused.

　　 Matthew said honestly: "I'm waiting for the Auror, what are you waiting for?"

　　 "Waiting for the Auror?" Another clerk and Mr. Shafik both said in surprise.

　　 They didn't seem to understand what happened.

　　……

　　 At this moment, only a series of "puff", "puff" and "puff" sounds were heard. Almost a dozen wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them.

　　 These wizards all took out their own wands, and each wand pointed at the three people surrounded by them.

　　 Matthew Wickfield fell to the ground without hesitation, covering his head with his hands.

　　 "Stupefy!" a dozen voices roared almost simultaneously——

　　 Followed by a series of dazzling flashes, and Matthew felt his hair swaying up and down, like a strong wind blowing through the clearing.

　　 He lifted his head slightly, and saw burning red lights shooting out of the wizard’s wand, crisscrossing each other over their heads, hitting the lawn, and being bounced into the darkness again—

　　 The scene is very spectacular.

　　 Mr. Shafik, who was caught off guard, and his clerk must have been stunned on the grass.

　　 "Catch them all back!" Only a stern voice yelled: "And the guys on the flying broomsticks before, don't let them run away..."

　　 "... By the way, there is the box, take it back, but don't touch it!"

　　 Matthew just felt like he was being picked up by a strong man~www.ltnovel.com~ It suddenly became dark all around.

　　 He felt strong squeezing from all directions, his chest seemed to be tightly pinched by several iron hoops, and he couldn't breathe at all...

　　 is exactly the same as when he picked up the letter from Hogwarts.

　　……

　　 In a small dark cell, six wizards who had their wands taken away were imprisoned here.

"Mr. Scrimgeour..." Mr. Shafik was crying there, very embarrassed: "Please, help me speak... I'm only doing this for the first time, and I don't know what it is... I also have a daughter who just reached the age to go to Hogwarts this year..."

　　 "If you have anything, let's wait till Wiesengamao!" said the Auror he begged coldly.

　　……

　　 And not far from the small cell, a small warm bedroom.

　　 When Matthew Wickfield opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed.

　　 "The first time I Apparate, I may be a little uncomfortable." A gentle voice sounded from the bed.

　　 "Minister..." Matthew said softly.

　　 There is no doubt that the new middle-aged woman waiting for him by the bed is Ms. Millison Barnold, the Minister of Magic.

　　 "Mr. Wickfield, you are really brave!" Minister Barnold praised sincerely.