Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 51: A chance encounter

Matthew Wakefield's mood can be said to be terrible.

He had already guessed that the book might be scary, but he didn't expect it to be so scary!

What Slughorn just said can be completely matched with his previous experience.

Hogwarts does have certain precautions against black magic items, and it also has strict restrictions on space rules... So that book went to the "Room of Requirement"; and according to some descriptions in the original work of the previous life, Although the house is within Hogwarts, it is not bound by many Hogwarts rules!

At the same time, Slughorn said that it is impossible to escape from the real mystery... So no matter what method he uses, it is almost impossible to "get rid of" that book, and its haunting remains.

As for what Slughorn judged, it was an extremely weak mysterious dark magic item that attacked Malfoy... His guess is very likely to be completely opposite to the facts... just because the power of that book is too great. Only when he was too strong could he escape from their hunt at that time and successfully escape to the "House of Requirement".

So, what to do?

Matthew had planned to reveal the whole truth to Horace Slughorn. Then, he hoped that the Potions teacher could help him get rid of this threat completely.

But Slughorn's words directly made him retreat... Could it be that he really let the head of Slytherin kill himself?

Moreover, Slughorn's tone directly caused some despair in Matthew's mind...

If that book is really that scary, wouldn't he be sure to die?

Or, worse, exposure to what Slughorn called an end more terrifying than death?

No...no...no...

Not yet to that point, Matthew comforted himself desperately.

He recalled what Slughorn had said earlier:

"You can only pray that you never encounter that kind of thing, unless you are a powerful wizard like Professor Grindelwald."

Does this sentence mean that if you become a powerful wizard like Gellert Grindelwald, you don't have to be afraid of that book?

That should be the meaning... So, my ending is not completely predetermined yet.

It should be...it should be...

……

In the dark corridor, Matthew shook his head, not letting himself continue to think about it.

He looked down at his watch, it was already very late, and it would be ten o'clock soon... That would have exceeded the time for turning off the lights, which could be regarded as a violation of school regulations.

Walking down the marble steps, he began to descend into the basement.

The corridor in the basement looked extremely long and eerie in the darkness.

From time to time, some strange sounds can be heard in the ears. Of course, this may just be an illusion caused by the wind.

The torch on the stone wall also appeared extremely weak, unable to even illuminate the road ahead.

Matthew pulled out his black walnut wand from his waist, and gently raised the wand with his left hand:

"Lumos!"

he sang softly.

A faint light, shining from the end of his wand, suddenly illuminated the path ahead of him.

The spells taught by Professor Filius Flitwick in the Charms class two weeks ago, although simple, are very practical in many cases.

But just as Matthew passed by the door of the Potions class——

It seems... there is a sound?

Matthew pricked up his ears slightly.

Yes, there is indeed sound!

It came from the Potions classroom.

Although it is very small, Matthew can judge this time that it is definitely not an illusion caused by the wind.

Who will it be?

Rule out Potions teacher Horace Slughorn first. The old man had just been in his office, saying goodbye to Matthew, and there was no reason for him to suddenly appear in the Potions classroom.

So... the other teachers, with Slughorn's permission, came to fetch things from his classroom?

Or...someone is stealing inside?

Or... the one who attacked Ronald Weasley earlier?

But Matthew didn't turn around, and continued to walk forward at a steady pace, as if he had never heard that voice.

Whoever is in the Potions classroom right now has nothing to do with him!

At the same time, he pricked up his ears very cautiously... Fortunately, the sound seemed to stop abruptly.

Just when you are about to walk through this corridor and turn into the next passage——

"Who is it?" A stern voice suddenly sounded from behind Matthew.

The voice was full of vigilance.

……

A very familiar young female voice, without a doubt, is also the last voice that Matthew Wakefield wants to hear.

"It's me... Matthew Wakefield!" He turned around and stammered:

"Professor Rozier..."

Hogwarts' vice-principal, Vita Rozier, came step by step from behind.

For a while, Matthew couldn't tell whether she came out of the Potions classroom or from somewhere else.

However, the way Professor Rozier walked became limping, as if he had suffered some injuries.

When she approached, Matthew found that her hair was a little messy, and her face was cloudy, and she was not as elegant as before.

"Wakefield?" Professor Rozier snapped, "Why are you again?"

Actually, Matthew also wanted to ask this question.

In Hogwarts, the person he fears the most is without a doubt the vice-principal, Professor Rozier.

On weekdays, he also tried every means to avoid her.

But unexpectedly, I ran into her many times inexplicably...

"I..." Matthew opened his mouth.

Then he found that Professor Rozier was pressing towards him step by step.

Her beautiful face suddenly became a little distorted, even a little hideous.

Matthew took a few steps back in fright, until his back was pressed against the wall.

What should I do...

What if Professor Rozier suddenly attacked himself?

So what to do?

Matthew glanced at the wand on his right hand. The only offensive spell he could use was the petrification spell... Professor Rozier taught him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class not long ago.

Matthew doesn't think that this spell will work on the opponent now.

Professor Rozier was getting closer, and her slightly distorted face became clearer.

Suddenly, Matthew saw a faint red light in Professor Rozier's eyes, a blood-like red light.

Could it be that...

Matthew had no time to think about it.

I silently recited the incantation of the petrification spell: "Petrificus Totalus!"

Just when he was about to shout the spell——

"Is Professor Rozier there?" Another familiar voice came from not far away.

……

The red light in Professor Rozier's eyes disappeared, and she turned away from looking at Matthew.

The familiar figure in the darkness slowly appeared in Matthew's sight.

"Oh, and Wakefield!" Professor Edward Troka blinked and looked at Matthew.

Professor Troka's face looked better than usual, not so pale, nor so haggard...

Or it might be because of the weak lights in the aisle at night.

"I'm curious, Wakefield, why are you here?" Professor Troka asked with great interest.

Matthew noticed that the Transfiguration teacher had already got the wand in his hand.

"I'm also curious about this, so I'm asking Wakefield this question!" Professor Rozier said coldly.

The twisted and ferocious look of anger on her face seemed to have disappeared, replaced by the usual indifference.

The appearance of Professor Troka made Matthew heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that no matter whether my guess is correct or not, I will be fine tonight.

"I just attended Professor Slughorn's Slug Club dinner..." he explained hastily.

"The dinner party of the Slug Club usually ends before nine o'clock in the evening!" Professor Rozier said coldly.

Her eyes glared at Matthew again. At that moment, Matthew seemed to see the blood-colored red light again.

"It's like this." Matthew continued to explain: "Because I forgot my watch in Professor Slughorn's office, when I went back to get it, I remembered something interesting, so I went to ask Professor Slughorn for advice, so the final time was a bit late."

"So it is!" Professor Troka glanced at Matthew with eyes full of praise: "It seems that you are very lucky, Wakefield, I heard that Horace's vision has always been very high! "

"I hope you are not lying!" And Professor Rozier continued to say coldly: "Because I will know soon!"

With that, she drew her wand from her waist.

With just a slight wave, a silver-white, cloak-like thing flashed past Matthew.

……

In the corridor, silence once again returned.

Professor Rozier still kept her position, just pushing Matthew Wakefield to the corner, but turned his head away, closing his eyes and resting there.

Matthew was a little embarrassed at this moment, he didn't dare to move, because if he moved a little, he might bump into Professor Rozier.

Professor Troka suddenly gave Matthew a wink.

It was only then that Matthew realized that his fluorescent wand was still facing Professor Rozier's chest, almost poking there.

He quickly lowered his wand.

They probably only waited for two or three minutes.

There was only the sound of anxious footsteps, and then the fat, walrus-like Potions teacher Horace Slughorn trotted over, his movements very funny.

"What... the situation..." Running in front of the three people, he was panting heavily, obviously exhausted, and stuttered when speaking: "What...is...what is it? ...the situation..."

"Let's talk about it later." Professor Rozier said still extremely coldly: "Let's discuss about Wakefield first!"

"Oh, Matthew!" Slughorn seemed to see Matthew only now, and he was visibly relieved.

"Wakefield told me that he was in your office just now, chatting with you?" Professor Rozier first glanced at Matthew, and then at Slughorn.

"Yes, that's right." Slughorn nodded: "We were discussing...well, some extracurricular knowledge!"

But Professor Rozier doesn't seem to care about what they're discussing.

"So, when did Wakefield leave from you?" Professor Rozier continued to ask.

"About ten minutes ago... not long anyway," replied Professor Slughorn.

"He stayed with you before?"

"Of course!"

Professor Rozier was silent for a moment, and then took a few steps forward to free Matthew.

"Well, you can go, Wakefield." She said extremely coldly: "But you are still active in Hogwarts Castle after the lights-out time... I will let Mr. Pringle Notify you of the time and content of your confinement."

"..." Matthew opened his mouth, not knowing what was going on.

Why is he about to be imprisoned?

"I don't agree with this, Principal Rozier." This time it was Professor Troka who spoke: "I think it was not past ten o'clock when Wakefield appeared in the corridor; if It's not because you caught him, I think there is a high probability that he will be able to return to the Slytherin common room before the lights are turned off."

Slughorn on the side also nodded.

Professor Rozier closed his eyes again:

"You are right, the confinement is cancelled."

"..." Matthew didn't know what to say at all.

Why was the confinement lifted again?

"Go back to the common room, Matthew!" Slughorn made an urging gesture at him.

Professor Troka walked up to Matthew and patted Matthew on the shoulder:

"Yes, go back quickly, Wakefield... don't be afraid, don't worry; but please remember, it's lately at night, don't walk around Hogwarts Castle."

This time, Matthew smelled the familiar smell of blood again.

Matthew nodded in confusion.

Listening to the tone of their speech... it seems that something happened?

It was not easy for him to ask any questions. After bidding farewell to the three teachers, he hurried back to the Slytherin common room~IndoMTL.com~ without communicating with other people, and he was still thinking about Slytherin What Ghorn said...

After falling on the bed, he fell asleep directly.

……

Next day, Monday breakfast.

Matthew Wakefield came to the auditorium as usual and had breakfast.

While he was spreading jam on the sausage—

"Matthew!" An excited voice suddenly came from afar.

Then, I only saw Neville Longbottom crossing several long tables and coming in front of him——

Then, he hugged Matthew tightly!

"What's going on?" Matthew was a little confused.

"Great...you're alive..." Neville said while weeping.

"I'm still alive?" Matthew became more and more confused.

"I thought...you already..." Neville wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and let go of his hand at the same time.

"What's going on, Neville?" Matthew asked hastily.

Neville's voice was a little low, and he shook his head: "Slytherin's Maria Adams in the seventh grade, and Ricko Carlo in the fourth grade, they both died last night!"

This news was like a bolt from the blue, which made Matthew stunned.

Maria Adams in the seventh grade, and Rico Carlo in the fourth grade... Matthew actually has a slight impression of these two names.

Slughorn had introduced them to him at the Slug Club dinner last night.

It's just that they had little communication with Matthew at the senior round table.

And... the two of them, plus first-year Matthew Wakefield, were the Slug Club, all members from Slytherin.