Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 119: Mr. Longbottom

"Have we reached Hogsmeade yet?" Neville suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Don't be stupid, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon!" Matthew looked at his watch and shook his head without hesitation, "As I said earlier, we will take at least four hours before we reach our destination. "

Neville could only look out the window with some annoyance, but it was a pity that the window had been blurred by the rain, and with the lights on in the carriage, he couldn't see anything.

The speed of the train is getting slower and slower, the sound of the wheels is getting shriller, and the sound of wind and rain beating on the windows is getting louder.

And Hermione poked her head out and looked in the aisle, only to see countless small brains popping up in the aisle, it seemed that everyone was a little puzzled, and wanted to know what happened?

There was only a thud, and then all of them turned to one side, and the train braked to a sudden stop.

There were some ping-pong-pong sounds in the distance, as if countless luggage had fallen from the luggage rack.

And that strange teacher almost fell from his seat to the ground.

This time, he finally took off his earplugs and eyepatch, and at the same time showed a puzzled look on his slightly pale face.

Although he didn't make much fuss.

Matthew calmly wiped a clean area on the window.

Then, he could vaguely see countless black and fuzzy figures floating in the sky outside the window.

"Could it be—" He couldn't help frowning.

Honestly speaking, he doesn't want to meet such disgusting creatures as dementors, although he doesn't know what memory he fears the most...

Besides, Professor Grindelwald warned in an interview with the Daily Prophet that dementors are prohibited from contacting or affecting the lives of teachers and students at Hogwarts... How could that be?

Just when Matthew was in doubt, there was only a slight cracking sound, and then the door of the compartment was forcibly opened.

It's just that what broke in was not what Matthew had expected, a cloaked, dirty, foul-smelling face that reminded one of fear.

A small, round-faced wizard instead.

"Dad!" Neville couldn't help shouting in surprise.

…

There was no doubt that this was the first time Matthew had met Mr. Frank Longbottom.

He is not tall, has little hair, and has a slightly baby face... At least he is not too dignified, not like an Auror at all.

"I'm on official duty!" Mr. Frank Longbottom didn't respond eagerly to his son, but said coldly, "On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, check to see if any fugitives from Azkaban have mixed in!"

Neville quickly stopped laughing and joking, and quickly lowered his head obediently.

Matthew noticed that Mr. Longbottom never stepped into the cubicle, but kept a certain distance from the four people in the cubicle; at the same time, his right hand was always inserted into his arms... Matthew It was certain that he was holding a wand in his hand.

"One by one, come to me!" He ordered, "Start with you!"

He pointed to Matthew.

Matthew walked over very "obediently" and came to Mr. Longbottom.

Then, all he saw was Mr. Longbottom's left hand, and he took out an instrument that looked like an alarm clock from his pocket. He took that thing and probed Matthew's body, and after about ten seconds——

"It's all right!" he said, and ordered Matthew back with a gesture.

Then, it was Hermione and Neville's turn.

It's just that during this process, Mr. Longbottom never "interacted" with his son, as if they didn't know each other.

"Come here!" At the end, Mr. Longbottom pointed to the only adult wizard in the cubicle, "Spread your hands and put them by your side!"

Mr Longbottom looked very alert.

The taciturn and strange wizard did not hesitate, and did so without any strange behavior.

However, when Mr. Longbottom took that alarm clock-like instrument and probed his body——

"Ring, ring, ring..." A sharp voice erupted from the instrument in Auror's hand.

Mr. Longbottom's face suddenly changed. He pulled out his wand very quickly and pointed it at the strange wizard.

Even the strange wizard himself was slightly startled.

"May I ask who you are?" Frank Longbottom asked coldly, his voice not polite.

"I'm a new teacher at Hogwarts..." the stranger replied.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Longbottom: "Okay, let's not care about the truth; but before that, I would like to ask you to accompany me to conduct a detailed inspection , can you?"

Although Auror's voice sounded a little questioning, the wand in his hand waved irresistibly towards the outside of the compartment.

The stranger was still very cooperative and walked out of the cubicle without hesitation.

"Spread your hands and put them by your side!" Mr. Longbottom followed behind him ~IndoMTL.com~ warned very sternly.

Soon, the two disappeared into the aisle together.

Could have gotten off the train, or could have gone to another car.

…

"What's the situation?" The three children in the cubicle looked at each other in dismay.

What happened just now was a little too sudden and unimaginable; it seemed that they were actually in a dream.

"No way!" Hermione shouted in a little fuss, "The person who claimed to be the new teacher, wouldn't he be one of the three fugitives from Azkaban?"

She was pale and looked frightened.

"Don't worry, not necessarily," Matthew shook his head calmly: "It might just be a misunderstanding, let's wait and see."

And Neville began to poke his head up, watching the aisle, as if looking for signs of his father.

The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the dark shadows in the sky seemed to be about to move... But they never got close to the train.

Matthew only hopes that this inspection will not take too long.

It's a pity that things didn't go as expected, and the train stopped here for almost an hour.

One hour later, the Hogwarts Express started slowly and its whistle sounded.

And, after that, the strange wizard who claimed to be Hogwarts' "new teacher" never came back.

This sudden "accident" made the three people in the cubicle look a little dignified.

Even after the journey continued, they lost the interest to chat and laugh.

Neville looked worried, while Hermione looked terrified, both of them were in a bad mood.

No words all the way.

A few hours later, it was completely dark.

The Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station.