Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 27: Blood and chicken feathers

Matthew Wakefield couldn't believe what was happening!

I went to the library to stay for a long time, and several roommates in the dormitory came out of nowhere and greeted a wave of "group destruction".

Of the four people, one is uncertain, and the other three are insane.

Normally, Matthew might have some sympathy for them.

But now that I know from Professor Rozier that these four people were "killed" by that book when they were about to deposit Galleons in their suitcases and then framed themselves for the theft... The only remaining heart of the Virgin Mary was also left behind.

Of course, none of this matters.

More importantly, that weird book is now gone!

Matthew searched roughly in the dormitory for a while...there was none on the bookshelf, not under the bed, not to mention in the suitcase.

All in all, there is no trace at all.

This is also natural, such an accident happened, and Professor Slughorn, the head of Slytherin, will definitely search the surroundings of this dormitory carefully.

If this book is still here, he will definitely find it.

So at least temporarily, I can be regarded as getting rid of that book!

What is this? Limit one for four?

Or is it more appropriate to say zero for five?

Anyway, no matter how I say it, I say that I earned it with blood.

Staying alone in the empty dormitory, Matthew was in a very happy mood.

He even hummed a ditty while he was writing the vampire essay.

Even the sound of the waves from time to time outside the window has become lighter now.

……

The next day is Monday.

When Matthew came to the auditorium and handed over a few course papers from last week to Slytherin's prefect Gemma Farley—

In an instant, he was almost surrounded by many senior students.

Obviously, everyone has heard that a Slytherin dormitory for boys was attacked by extreme magic items, causing four students to be injured.

On the weekend of the first week of school, there was such a big news!

As a result, Matthew received an unprecedented "welcome".

Because he was the only "survivor" in that boys' dormitory.

Although he doesn't like this feeling.

At breakfast, while stuffing food into his mouth, he had to tell the senior students from various colleges around him time and time again that he didn't understand the situation in the dormitory at that time, and he didn't know what happened. What's the matter...

"Sorry... I don't know... I don't understand..." He kept saying three times.

However, there is always an endless stream of students coming and going, one batch after another.

He didn't get rid of them until he finished his breakfast and hurried to Transfiguration class.

The door of the Transfiguration classroom is locked.

This is normal, after all, there are still about forty-five minutes before the class starts.

Matthew knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response.

He intensified his strength slightly, and at the same time shouted: "Professor Troka, are you there?"

Then, he probably waited at the door for a minute or two—

The door of the Transfiguration classroom was finally opened.

At the same time, Matthew also saw Professor Troka again, his pale, haggard face.

……

"Wakefield?" Professor Troka's expression was a little nervous, and he squeezed his mouth tightly when speaking.

After opening the door, he turned around, turned his back to Matthew, and at the same time lowered his head slightly, as if wiping his mouth: "You came very early today, sorry I was just watching your talk about turning matches into needles. I didn't hear your knock on the door."

"It's nothing, Professor... It's just that I'm too irritable in the auditorium, I can't stay any longer!" Matthew sighed, and at the same time calmly looked around the Transfiguration classroom.

On the marble floor next to the podium, a few drops of fresh blood can be clearly seen.

At the same time, around the bloodstain, there were still a few chicken feathers lying quietly.

Matthew looked away calmly, sat down, and took out the "Basic Transformation Guide" and wand.

While Matthew looked down at the book, Professor Troka seemed to have "cleaned up" a bit.

At least the whole classroom has become much tidier.

"I've heard about what happened in your dormitory." Then, he walked over to Matthew and sat down on the seat beside him.

The two sat together facing each other, and as he spoke, a faint smell of blood immediately came to his nostrils.

"In fact, when I was in the auditorium just now, everyone was eager to learn about the specifics of this matter from me." Matthew shrugged: "Although I don't know anything about it."

"Young people are always full of curiosity about many things!" Professor Troka said with a smile: "But don't worry, Professor Rozier's research on extreme magic is also very deep, she will definitely not Allow this to happen again."

Next, the two chatted about Transfiguration-related content~IndoMTL.com~ Matthew also brought up the confusion that arose when reviewing the content of Transfiguration on weekends.

And Professor Troka began to explain to him one by one.

After about a quarter of an hour, the door of the Transfiguration classroom was opened again.

Agnes Lestrange appeared at the door, and she looked at Professor Matthew and Professor Troka chatting together in the classroom with some surprise.

"I'm going to prepare for the next class." Professor Troka stood up and said calmly.

Then, he walked into the dark room behind the podium and closed the door.

Agnes still looked at Matthew with an incredulous expression.

"Wakefield?" She came over.

"Sorry... I don't know the situation in the dormitory at that time... I don't even know what happened..." Matthew said three times without thinking.

"I didn't ask this!" Agnes said coldly, "You have been alone with Professor Troka just now?"

"Yes." Matthew raised his head and blinked slightly: "What's wrong?"

"How dare you..." Agnes Lestrange's voice gradually became lower: "After Professor Rozier's class last Friday, don't you understand..."

"Understand what?" Matthew spread his hands: "I really don't understand, what are you talking about?"

"Are you an idiot...Professor Troka, he is..." Agnes almost growled.

But Matthew stretched out a hand to stop her from continuing.

"Miss Lestrange, if you want to know how I turned a match into a needle last week." Matthew said slowly, "I think I can give you a little explanation now!"