Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 48: The Slug Club

Since it is an odd-numbered week, there is no "after-school practice" course on Saturday of this week.

Perhaps this is a good thing, because Matthew encountered some accidents more or less in the "after-school practice" he participated in the first two times.

He spent most of the weekend in the "House of Requirement".

Of course, he didn't inquire about things related to the attack... For a powerless first-year freshman like him, it's useless to know more; if there is a next time In the case of an attack, all he can do is to protect himself as much as possible.

Matthew Wakefield never forgot that he was a student.

The most important duty of a student is to study. Especially in such a magical world, although this magical world does not look so dark on the outside, where the forest is alive with the weak and the strong; but Matthew knows very well that no matter what, he must truly become a powerful wizard.

The field of magic is actually much more profound than imagined; the more you come into contact with, the more you can feel its depth and vastness.

It's much more than just waving a wand stupidly, or shouting a few spells.

It is not easy to learn and skillfully use any spell. No wonder most adult wizards in the original books, even those working in the Ministry of Magic, can't recite a decent Iron Armor Charm.

Matthew did not aim too high, trying to get in touch with those profound magic. Instead, start with the most basic transfiguration, hovering spells, and unlocking spells, and lay a solid foundation.

In a sense, there is hardly anyone at Hogwarts who is more diligent than Matthew Wakefield. Not even Ravenclaw's Hermione Granger.

……

On Sunday afternoon, just after six o'clock, Matthew put down his book and wand.

It was time to leave the Room of Requirement. Later, he was going to attend Professor Slughorn's dinner.

Matthew walked towards the house of Requirement, and when he passed the empty bookshelf on the way, he waved his hand deliberately and made a "goodbye" expression.

Walking out of the Room of Requirement, the door behind him quickly turned into a white wall; on the opposite tapestry, moth-eaten trolls were still struggling to beat their ballet teacher with a wooden stick, completely unaware that Matthew had left opened.

When passing the first corner ahead, Matthew suddenly heard someone calling his name at the fork on the left.

"Matthew!"

It was the voice of Neville Longbottom.

"Hello, Neville." Matthew also greeted Neville.

"Why are you here?" Neville asked curiously.

The Slytherin common room is in the basement. Generally speaking, unless there are classes, few Slytherin students come here on the eighth floor.

"I'm here to ask Professor Flitwick something." Matthew replied calmly, concealing the matter about the "House of Requirement".

And Professor Flitwick's office happens to be on the eighth floor of the castle, near the thirteenth window on the right side of the west tower.

"Okay!" Neville nodded, "I'm going to Professor Slughorn's office to attend tonight's party. By the way, he should invite you too, right?"

"That's right." Matthew replied, "How about we go there together?"

"Of course, let's go!"

……

Side by side, the two descended the marble steps to Professor Horace Slughorn's office in the basement.

Whether by nature or by magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than the average teacher's room.

The decoration is also much more gorgeous, at least in stark contrast to the snow cave-like room in Professor Rozier's office.

The walls were hung here and there with hangings of emerald, crimson, and gold; at the same time the whole room was illuminated red by a golden lantern hung in the center of the ceiling; Like singing accompanied by mandolin...

"Neville, Matthew!" Slughorn yelled as soon as they squeezed through the door, "Welcome, very welcome!"

Horace Slughorn wears a tasseled ermine hat that matches his velvet coat and adds to his richness.

Matthew noticed that he had changed from his last name to his first name.

After receiving the two into the room, Slughorn continued to talk to a senior girl.

There were less than twenty students in the huge office; it seemed that among the hundreds of students in Hogwarts, not many could catch Slughorn's eyes.

There are two round tables in total, one table seems to be full of senior students, and the other is almost all younger.

Neville took Matthew and found two vacant seats on the junior student's table and sat down.

Most of you here are almost unfamiliar faces; the only one Matthew can recognize is a dark-skinned Hufflepuff student in the same grade as him.

"To be honest, I don't like the style of this party ~IndoMTL.com~ but I have to come." After sitting down, Neville whispered in Matthew's ear.

Then he pointed to the dark-skinned Hufflepuff student: "Brace Zabini, you should know... His family is very rich, and his mother, um, is a very famous witch So far, she has been a widow six times, and every husband who died left her a large inheritance.”

"Of course, so do I!" Neville said with some self-mockery: "It is precisely because his parents are senior Aurors with a reputation in the Ministry of Magic that Slughorn invited me."

"Good evening, Longbottom!" At this moment, a carefree voice suddenly came from behind them.

He was a big, thick-haired boy who looked a little older than them.

"Hello, Cormac." Neville greeted him and introduced to Matthew, "This is Cormac McLaggen, a second-year Gryffindor."

Matthew also has some impressions of this name. His father seems to be a senior official of the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello!"

"Cormike, this is a newcomer to the club, Matthew Wakefield, a first-year Slytherin."

Matthew stood up and shook hands with Cormac McLaggen.

"It's not easy for freshmen to join the club!" McLaggen praised.

But as he opened his mouth at close range, Matthew and the others suddenly smelled a very heavy garlic smell.

Neville couldn't help covering his nose, and Matthew also frowned.

Looking at their expressions, McLaggen pretended to be deep and said: "I suggest that you should eat more garlic recently, or else..."

He hummed a few times, then sat down on Neville's other side.