Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 133: Requests and inquiries

Matthew Wakefield stopped in his tracks, and raised his head suspiciously.

He suddenly found that Professor Horace Slughorn was watching him with a slightly weird look.

Matthew suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

The atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became a little subtle.

As the dinner ended, the rest of the Slug Club members left one after another. Only Neville Longbottom looked back at Matthew who stayed here.

And soon, only Matthew and Slughorn were left.

"What is it about, Professor?" Matthew asked tentatively.

Slughorn didn't answer immediately, he took out a cigar from his pocket unhurriedly, lit it, and put it to his mouth with his fat fingers, I took a shallow breath, and after a long time of stuffiness, I gently exhaled circles of smoke...

"You seem to have a good relationship with Miss Shafik?" Slughorn asked casually.

"Yes!" Matthew nodded very calmly: "After all, she is a freshman who is a year lower than me. It is actually my responsibility to make friends with her and introduce her to Hogwarts. Let's do it..."

"Yes, of course!" Slughorn nodded quickly, and said in a loud voice, "You are right, Matthew!"

Matthew couldn't help being a little surprised, for the dean's slightly "excited" reaction now...

"In a sense, I have an unfeeling favor..." Slughorn continued, his tone suddenly becoming slow.

"Professor, feel free to speak." Matthew suppressed the confusion in his heart and asked very "enthusiastically".

"Miss Shafik's father, when I was studying at Hogwarts, was the student I admired the most; just as I admire you now, Matthew!" Slughorn began to explain, " Out of some selfishness, I let her join my club... In fact, she did not meet the standards in my mind!"

"Some time ago, her father had an accident, and poor Miss Shafik must have been hit hard... So Matthew, as a freshman, Miss Shafik must have a lot of discomfort when she first came to Hogwarts. I hope you can take good care of her..." Slughorn continued, "Well, that's it, just such a small thing!"

Although he hasn't fully realized what the situation is, Matthew has already agreed with his mouth.

"No problem, Professor Slughorn!"

"Then please!" Slughorn made a cross with his hands on his chest.

"This is what I should do, Professor!" Matthew bowed quickly and said.

…

The situation seems to be simpler than expected.

The teacher and the student bid farewell to each other, and Matthew took a few steps towards the door.

But soon, he turned around again.

"Speaking of which, Professor Slughorn; I also have a question that I would like to ask you!" Looking directly into Professor Slughorn's eyes, Matthew said calmly.

"What's the problem, come and tell me!" Slughorn nodded generously.

He sat down on a rocking chair next to him, although the expression on his face looked quite serious.

"I saw it in an idle book during my summer vacation." Matthew said unhurriedly, "There is a magic mentioned in that book, which can affect a wizard in a short period of time. His emotions are completely out of control, making his brain unable to direct his body...even, making him use esoteric spells that he can't normally use..."

"...Moreover, during this period, the consciousness has been extremely clear, and he fully knows what he is doing!" Matthew continued, "So I am a little curious about this, professor...do you know what magic this is?"

"It sounds like the Imperius Curse, an extreme magic (black magic) banned by the Ministry of Magic, known as one of the Unforgivable Curses..." Slughorn muttered, "Oh, No...have a clear consciousness, and can use more powerful spells...Merlin's beard, even the Imperius Curse can't do this..."

Horace Slughorn froze suddenly.

He tilted his neck, his body seemed to be under a petrification spell, and he froze there motionless...

This situation lasted almost a minute.

Matthew once thought that Professor Slughorn had some kind of mental illness.

"Professor?" he asked softly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" The Potions teacher shivered suddenly, with a frightened expression on his face.

"Matthew, my child... where else did you see this kind of magic!" He asked very fast.

"I was in Lihen Bookstore at the time, on a book that looked old..." Matthew replied softly.

"Hush!" Slughorn suddenly put his fat finger in front of his mouth, signaling Matthew to stop talking~IndoMTL.com~ If your description is correct, then this kind of magic is very, very scary... ..." Slughorn said with a serious face, his voice trembling slightly, "It belongs to one of the most powerful mysterious black magic..."

"...If this happens to a wizard, it can only be said that his body has been taken by another soul!"

"Another soul?" Like Slughorn, Matthew's voice trembled slightly.

"That's right, another soul, similar to ghosts, but somewhat different..." Slughorn touched his heart while explaining, "Under normal circumstances, only those very powerful Only wizards can use some mysterious black magic items to completely strip their souls from their bodies; and this scattered soul, if possessed by other wizards, can slowly affect their minds and even manipulate their actions For..."

I don't know why, according to Slughorn's description, Matthew suddenly thought of the relationship between Quirnas Quirrell and Voldemort in the first part of the original book.

Thinking of the ugly, vicious, and stern face that suddenly grew out of the back of his head, Matthew suddenly shuddered.

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"Scared," Slughorn patted Matthew on the shoulder, "don't be afraid, things on the mysterious side are usually far away from us... However, I suggest that you don't go to see those things that are not related to you." Books related to the mysterious side will only make you sink deeper and deeper..."

"Yeah!" Matthew squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, and he nodded:

"Then I will take my leave, Professor Slughorn!"

"Be careful on the road!" Horace Slughorn smiled and waved to him.