Hogwarts Outsider

As Matthew left the potions teacher's office, the whole office became completely quiet.

Except for the "mess" left by the two round tables because of the banquet.

However, Professor Horace Slughorn was not in a hurry to pack his things.

In fact, Slughorn, who was still smiling and looked a little afraid at the same time, suddenly changed his expression.

He sat there with an extremely cold complexion, and even a heavy and depressed breath began to fill the air.

It seemed that the smiles and fears before were nothing more than he deliberately disguised.

Slughorn seemed to think for a while, and finally, he took out a piece of parchment and stained the quill with ink.

Lowering his head, he began to record something little by little.

In the entire office, only the sound of rustling on the parchment was heard.

After the sound lasted for almost a quarter of an hour, Slughorn finally put down the quill in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

He put the parchment paper into the envelope and sealed the envelope completely.

Then, he flipped through his pocket for a while, and finally found a weird-looking "lighter" thing.

The nozzle of the lighter is crooked and crooked, like a small snake spreading; in addition, the shell of the lighter seems to have a crooked snake pattern engraved.

Slughorn just twisted the lighter slightly, and the light green flame burned in front of him.

The pale green flames really seemed a bit strange.

Slughorn didn't hesitate to stretch out the envelope and the parchment inside.

With a bright flame, the entire "letter" burned violently.

Soon, the burn was clean and there was nothing left, not even a strand of dust.

At the corner of Horace Slughorn's mouth, a smile finally appeared.

Then he stretched lazily, then lay down on the recliner comfortably, and began to "enjoy life" as usual.

...

As for Matthew, he was on his way back to the Slytherin common room from Professor Slughorn's office.

Time is getting late, the sky is completely dark, and the blue moon outside the window can be seen vaguely embedded in the night sky like a black screen.

Except where the moonlight was shining, the corridors of the basement at Hogwarts were almost completely dark.

Although it hasn't reached the point where he can't see his fingers, because the torches on the wall are still emitting a faint light.

Matthew walked unhurriedly, his face a little stern.

And in his mind, he was still thinking about the words that Slytherin's dean and potions teacher Professor Holas Slughorn told him a few minutes ago.

"Could it be that... really has a powerful soul attached to him?" Matthew muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to cross a corner ahead, suddenly, he heard a rush of footsteps coming from there.

Along with the sound of footsteps, there is also a strange sound.

It was like the same person with a hoarse voice, asking for help from others.

Matthew's face changed slightly, he backed up a few steps, and at the same time pulled out his wand and pointed it at the corner in front of——

Only a few seconds later, a distorted face stretched out from the other side of the corner.

Under the gleam of the torch, you can see that this face is extremely red--

The man crooked, as if he couldn't even walk, and rushed over from the other side of the corner with great difficulty.

"Dalis!" Then, only a familiar voice was heard, which suddenly sounded.

It was Mr. Frank Longbottom, the father of Neville Longbottom, and he was behind the previous man, at least not far away.

Matthew can finally recognize the person from that weird face:

Like Mr. Longbottom, he is also stationed at Hogwarts. The Aurors are often active at Hogwarts, at least often when they are eating in the auditorium.

Mr. Longbottom turned around and glanced at Matthew: "Oh, boy, didn't you scare you?"

Dawlish collapsed on Mr. Longbottom, and at the same time there was a slight snoring sound.

"Dawlish likes to drink alcohol recently, and often gets himself drunk!" Mr. Longbottom explained to Matthew while carrying him.

"Oh," Matthew nodded, "Nothing!"

"I remember you, you are Matthew Wickfield, right?" Mr. Longbottom took a closer look at Matthew, and quickly recognized him: "It's Neville's good friend..."

"Yeah!" Matthew nodded again, "Neville is my best friend."

"Go back..." Mr. Longbottom pointed to the road behind him, "It's getting late, and the lights will soon be turned off."

"Ok!"

Matthew quickly walked past the two Aurors. He didn't take a few steps, and he didn't completely walk out of the corridor.

The footsteps of Dawlish and Mr. Longbottom rang from behind again.

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It wasn't until he returned to the Slytherin common room to feel the warmth of the burning fire that Matthew only breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that these "unexpected situations" encountered tonight are really a lot.

Matthew went straight back to his bedroom.

But when I opened the door, I found it was empty.

Except for the injured Draco Malfoy, the rest of Nott, Crabbe, and Gore were not in the house, and they didn't know what they were doing.

This is a bit rare. After all, it's not early anymore, and it's almost time to turn off the lights.

And, if you think about it carefully, it seems...something is wrong?

Matthew frowned slightly.

But... now I have to confirm one thing.

He sat in his soft armchair, and after hesitating for a moment, he gently opened the drawer—

In the drawer, the old, mysterious and familiar book still lay quietly there.

Matthew took it out and opened it slowly.

The pages of the book are a little hot.

Turning to one of the blank pages, Matthew picked up a quill on the table, dipped it with ink, and wrote on the page:

"You did it?"

The ink gleamed brightly on the paper for about a second, then it seemed to be sucked in by the paper and disappeared without a trace.

Then, a little bit of ink leaked out of the paper, and finally formed a line of crooked, green writing:

"Yes!"

Matthew couldn't help frowning.

He wrote:

"Why are you controlling me to attack Draco Malfoy?"

And soon, the book replied to him:

"Because he damn!"