Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 134: Unexpected situation

As Matthew left the Potions teacher's office, the entire office became completely quiet.

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

It's just that Professor Horace Slughorn is not in a hurry to pack up.

In fact, Slughorn, who had been smiling before but looked a little scared, suddenly changed his look.

Sitting there, his face was extremely stern, and even the air began to be filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

As if the smile and fear before were just his deliberate disguise.

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

Bowing his head, he began to record something bit by bit.

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

After the sound lasted for about 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 into the envelope and sealed the envelope completely.

Then, he rummaged through his pocket for a while, and finally found a strange looking "lighter"-like thing.

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

Slughorn just turned the lighter lightly, and a light green flame burned in front of him immediately.

This pale green flame really looks a little weird.

Without hesitation, Slughorn stretched out the envelope, including the parchment inside.

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

Soon, it was completely burnt, leaving nothing, not even a wisp of dust left.

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

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

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

It's getting late, it's completely dark, and you can vaguely see the green moon outside the window, inlaid on the night sky like a black screen.

Except for the place where the moonlight shines, the corridors in the basement of Hogwarts are almost completely dark.

Although it has not yet reached the point where you can't see your fingers, because the torches on the wall are still emitting a faint light.

Matthew walked unhurriedly, his face was a little serious.

In his mind, he was still thinking about what the head of Slytherin and potions teacher, Professor Horace Slughorn, told him a few minutes ago.

"Could it be that... there is really 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 somewhat weird sound.

It's like a person is asking for help from others with a hoarse voice.

Matthew's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, and at the same time pulled out his wand, aiming at the corner ahead——

Just a few seconds later, a distorted face protruded from the other side of the corner.

Under the dim light of the torch, it can be seen that this face is extremely red——

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

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

It was Neville Longbottom's father, Mr. Frank Longbottom, who was just behind the previous man, at least not far away.

Matthew was finally able to recognize that person from that weird face:

Aurord Lux ​​who is also stationed at Hogwarts like Mr. Longbottom. Aurors are a constant presence at Hogwarts, at least when they are eaten in the Great Hall.

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

Dawlish collapsed on top of Mr. Longbottom, and snored slightly at the same time.

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

"Oh," Matthew nodded, "it's nothing!"

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

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

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

"OK!"

Matthew hurriedly walked past the two Aurors, and within a few steps, he hadn't completely walked out of the corridor——

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

Then it sounded again, and there was that slightly weird voice ~IndoMTL.com~ Until returning to the Slytherin common room, feeling the blazing fire and the warmth emanating, Matthew just slightly relieved.

I have to say that there are quite a lot of "unexpected situations" encountered tonight.

Matthew went straight back to his bedroom.

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

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

This is a bit rare, after all, it's getting late now, and it's almost time to turn off the lights.

Besides, if you think about it carefully, it seems... something is not quite right?

Matthew frowned slightly.

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

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

In the drawer, the ancient, mysterious and familiar book was still lying there quietly.

Matthew took it out and slowly opened it.

The pages of the book are slightly hot.

Flipping to a blank page, Matthew picked up a quill pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the page:

"Did you do it?"

The ink shone brightly on the paper for about a second, then seemed to be sucked into the paper and disappeared without a trace.

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

"That's right!"

Matthew frowned.

He also wrote:

"Why do you control me to attack Draco Malfoy?"

And soon, the book gave him a reply:

"Because, he's damned!"