Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 39: Mr. Pringle’s mission

As September was coming to an end, a sudden cold wave hit Hogwarts Castle.

Between the teacher and the students, a cold started to catch on, making Madam Pomfrey extremely busy during this time.

She had to entrust the Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn, to prepare a refreshing potion that could prevent colds, and then distributed it to the younger students.

It's just that the students who drank this refreshing potion will have smoke coming out of their ears and noses.

So much so that the Slytherin common room is now filled with smoke and hazy all day long...

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There were also more people in Matthew's bedroom.

First Theodore Knott left the school hospital, followed by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gore.

Matthew deliberately kept a certain distance from them.

Preventing what happened with Nott that night, reappeared, and then scared them back to the school hospital again.

If that kind of thing happened a few more times, maybe someone would suspect him.

It's not a hassle. Neither Crabbe nor Gore had any plans to deal with Matthew. Even Knott seemed to have forgotten what happened that night.

Time passed day by day...

Soon, another Saturday arrived.

This time, the first-year Slytherin boys will have their second "after-school practice" with the Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn. Of course, it was only the first time for the three people except Matthew.

At 8:30 on Saturday morning, four boys who had just finished breakfast arrived at the door of the Potions classroom on time.

Nott knocked on the door first, but there was no response.

Then Crabbe and Goyle took turns to play again, knocking **** the door, the poor little iron door was slightly deformed by knocking.

However, Professor Slughorn still did not come out.

A few people have to wait here...

After about ten minutes, I saw Slytherin's prefect Gemma Farley walking over from the auditorium in a hurry.

"Professor Slughorn has a cold too!" She took a breath and explained, "He asked me to inform you..."

"So, this 'after-school practice' has been cancelled?" Nott suddenly beamed, "Can we go back now?"

"Of course not." Miss Farley shook her head regretfully: "Mr. Pringle is short of manpower, so you were temporarily transferred to that group."

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There is no doubt that this is pretty bad news.

After all, in Hogwarts castle, almost no one likes Mr. Pringle; these boys in Slytherin are no exception.

Raindrops as big as bullets crackled on the windows of the castle, and the sound was continuous.

It was raining heavily outside the window, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder sounded from time to time.

At the same time, the four boys came to Mr. Pringle's office on the fourth floor of the castle with heavy steps.

This is a low hut with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and there is a foul smell all around. The most conspicuous place in the house is a kennel, which is Mr. Tang's residence.

It's not like in the legend, full of chains, handcuffs and leather whips...

There are already several boys waiting here, all Gryffindor first-year students.

The relationship between the two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor has always been poor, and they basically ignore each other. Only Matthew and Neville greeted each other.

A dozen or so boys waited for a while, and suddenly, a dog barking "Wow, woof, woof" came from afar.

Mr. Tang, the golden retriever, jumped out from nowhere and glared at the freshmen.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Pringle also came.

He first fed Mr. Tang some dog food, then looked at the students in front of him, stretched out his hand and counted them.

"Almost enough people..." he said to himself.

"You three big guys, go to the prize showroom and wipe the trophies there!" He pointed to Crabbe, Gore and Gryffindor's Ronald Weasley: "Mr. Tang will take you there !”

The golden retriever who was still nibbling on the dog food quickly wagged its tail.

"There are three of you..." This time, Mr. Pringle pointed to Matthew, as well as Neville Longbottom and Harry Evans from Gryffindor: "Professor Rozier needs Someone help her tidy up the office!"

Then, Mr. Pringle looked at the three of them again, and said viciously: "You better not be lazy, I will know what you are doing... Also, Professor Rozier is not She likes others to touch her things, don't blame me for not warning you!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a pile of housekeeping supplies in the corner.

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The three men picked up the broom, mop, and bucket, and left Mr. Pringle's cabin.

"Matthew, why are you here too?" Neville Longbottom approached Matthew and asked softly.

"We were supposed to go to Professor Slughorn for an 'after class practice' ~IndoMTL.com~ Matthew shrugged: "But Professor Slughorn is sick, and it just so happens that Pringle There is a shortage of people here, sir, so..."

"Then your luck is really bad." Neville couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"By the way..." Matthew asked a little puzzled: "Do wizards also need people to clean up? Can't they be done with spells?"

"Theoretically, it is possible, but it is more troublesome." Neville explained: "So most wizards are unwilling to do this, they are more willing to hand over this kind of work to house elves... and Professor Rozier , it is said that she is reluctant to let house elves into her office."

"I see!" echoed, Matthew glanced at Harry Evans who was walking with his head bowed.

To be honest, he is very interested in the "protagonist" in the original work... It's just that he hasn't found a chance to communicate with him before.

After hesitating for a while, Matthew took the initiative to say, "Hello, Evans!"

Evans raised his head timidly, glanced at Matthew, and said in a mosquito-like voice, "You... hello..."

After speaking, he quickly lowered his head again.

"Cough!" Neville coughed lightly, and he explained: "Evans' personality is relatively introverted...he doesn't like communicating with others."

"Oh." Matthew nodded.

At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart... If he was James Potter's son, he wouldn't be such an introverted character, would he? Could it be that he was the son of Severus Snape and Lily Evans?

As Matthew was thinking, they had arrived at the bathroom on the second floor before they knew it.

They filled the barrels and basins with water, and then staggered towards the vice principal's office.