Hogwarts Outsider

Latest website: There is no doubt that this "Severus Snape" professor from Gryffindor College was completely out of Matthew's expectation.

He has a good temper and almost never gets angry, even in the face of some students who have made mistakes.

It also seems to be very enthusiastic about people, whether it's facing students, colleagues, or even ghosts.

On the academic side, some of his views are quite "radical", even very risky...

In a sense, this "Severus Snape", regardless of appearance, character, and attitude, is almost the opposite image of the face in memory.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Wickfield?" Professor "Snape" asked gently while locking the door, "Or, you seem to be very worried, can I help you? "

"No...no need..." Matthew shook his head quickly and explained: "Sorry, sir, I'm thinking about something..."

"That's it." Professor "Snape" smiled and patted Matthew on the shoulder: "Awesome button (referring to the button that Matthew turned into a beetle in class). It can be done in the first class. This is already very good!"

"You are absurd, Professor Snape." Matthew said humbly.

"This is not ridiculous. I heard a friend mentioned before that you are very talented in transforming," Professor "Snape" shook his head and encouraged: "Work hard..."

"... We'll see you next class." He left after leaving the last sentence.

"Goodbye, Professor." Matthew waved his hand.

When he turned and left, he was thinking, who is the "friend" Professor "Snape" just said?

...

There were two classes in the morning, and there was a period of physical work in between, and my stomach was groaning with hunger.

Matthew hurried to the auditorium and found that lunch had already begun.

On the first day of school, the lunch was still very rich, with stacks of pork chops, beef, and large curved sausages...like the house elves in the kitchen, welcoming the return of the students.

While Matthew stuffed a large piece of pork chop into his mouth, he saw Malfoy, Knott, and Crabbe on the other side, seeming to be discussing something.

"Draco?" Matthew shouted, "What are you doing?"

When Malfoy heard Matthew's voice, he hurried over, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

Nott, Crabbe, and Gore also gathered around.

"Hogwarts clubs are only eligible for students in the second grade or above..." Draco Malfoy explained, "Matthew, do you have any clubs that interest you?"

"Society..." Matthew's tone obviously became much more plain.

In his previous university experience, he didn't feel very cold about such organizations.

He asked softly: "Which are there?"

"There are various types of clubs. Large clubs have hundreds of people, and small clubs may have only a few people," Malfoy said hastily. "The more famous ones, such as the Quidditch club, the Kobstone fan club, and The Muggle Culture Research Group...the choice is very wide."

"Can I not participate?" Matthew asked calmly.

"No." Theodore Knott on one side suddenly interrupted: "According to regulations, second-year students must participate in at least one club... But for students above third-grade, it doesn't matter."

"Well..." Matthew frowned slightly, and asked softly, "Then what have you reported?"

"Draco and I have already reported to the Quidditch club and the duel club," Knott continued, "The others are still considering..."

"What does the duel club do?" Matthew suddenly became interested.

"Will teach us some duel-related content, and there should be a teacher to participate..." Nott said with some excitement, "Why don't you join Matthew, the duel club is very popular in Hogwarts!"

"Sounds useful," Matthew nodded approvingly: "Which teacher will it be... After all, it won't be Professor Rozier? Then I dare not participate."

Professor Rozier, the vice-principal, is also a teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts. She is very strict... logically speaking, an organization like the duel club belongs to her "professional" category.

"Of course not, President Rozier doesn't have any idle time." Nott smiled: "It seems that it was Professor Flitwick last year, and it is estimated that it will be him this year..." Nott said.

"Then please sign up for me too!" Matthew said without hesitation: "Only this one will do."

"No problem!" Knott bent down quickly, and then wrote Matthew's name on the parchment.

Malfoy reminded on the side: "The dueling club's activity time is every Sunday afternoon, and it does not conflict with Professor Slughorn's banquet."

"Okay, thank you, Draco!"

As Matthew continued to eat lunch, he thought to himself:

Every even-week Saturday, you have to participate in after-school practice; plus a duel club on Sunday afternoon, a slug club party on Sunday night...

The handful of time on the weekend seemed to have been eroded away.

...

On Monday afternoon, Slytherin students have no classes.

Matthew originally planned to go to the library, but after thinking about it, he returned to the Slytherin common room first.

He was the only one in the bedroom, and the roommates didn't know what they were doing, and Matthew didn't care much about it.

Yishi. Gu sat on the soft armchair. After hesitating for a while, Matthew gently opened the drawer of his desk, and at the same time saw a familiar scene—

The book with yellowed paper and an old-fashioned cover has been lying quietly in the drawer.

In other words, it hasn't moved for half a year.

fantastic……

Matthew originally thought ~www.ltnovel.com~ after he left Hogwarts during the summer vacation, it would follow.

But "things backfired", whether it was in the basement of Lihen Bookstore or in Room 13 of the Broken Cauldron Bar, he did not find the book.

As if it had lost its magic.

Of course, this is definitely a good thing, and no one wants something to follow oneself like a ghost.

As there was no one else in the dormitory, Matthew had no scruples and took the entire book out of the drawer.

Turning a page, he picked up a quill pen, stained it with ink, and wrote:

"long time no see!"

The writing quickly disappeared.

A few seconds later, a line of dark green handwriting in a very familiar font appeared in front of him:

"Hello, Matthew!"