Hogwarts from another world

Ten minutes later, Matthew Wakefield walked out of Hogwarts Castle along the marble steps.

With the end of the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the first week of classes at Hogwarts has come to an end.

Although there are still about five feet worth of course papers waiting for him to finish over the weekend.

To be honest, Matthew quite likes this kind of life, which is compact and fulfilling without being too tiring.

There is nothing more satisfying than lying in bed every night and thinking about the day's achievements.

Aimlessly walking down the stone steps, Matthew unknowingly walked slowly to the greenhouse located between the castle and the Forbidden Forest.

In fact, he didn't like the atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, it was too depressing.

The aquatic creatures outside the bedroom window also make people feel extremely bored.

God knows why the Sorting Hat sorted him into Slytherin

Obviously any other house would be more suitable for me than Slytherin.

Matthew thought as he looked around.

The air next to the greenhouse is very fresh, with a pleasant earthy fragrance. In the sky, the white clouds wandering in the blue sky have been dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sun is gradually approaching the horizon.

Suddenly, Matthew stopped quickly.

There seems to be someone in front

They were two adult wizards. They were in a corner by the greenhouse, with their backs to Matthew, and seemed to be talking about something.

One of the wizards, wearing a dragon skin glove, was holding a limp dead chicken in his left hand.

Judging from the three iconic prosthetic limbs, there is no doubt that the other party's identity is the Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts: Professor Kettleburn.

"This is the third chicken that has been attacked in the past week and was sucked dry of its blood." Professor Kettleburn said there: "It must not be a weasel because the birds and snakes I raised were unable to find the real culprit. . It’s strange, right? What do you think about this?”

"Yeah, it's quite strange." Another voice replied calmly: "Maybe it's a vampire."

It was Professor Troca's voice, and Matthew frowned.

"I think so too. I have to talk to Professor Rozier. There may be a group of vampire monsters migrating into the Forbidden Forest." Professor Kettleburn's voice suddenly became excited, and he waved the prosthetic limb in his hand. : "Maybe she can allow me to go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest to take away those guys' lairs."

"Then I may not be able to accompany you, Silvanos." Professor Trocca shook his head: "Mrs. Rozier has always been somewhat prejudiced against me."

"That's her character." Professor Kettleburn replied: "But if you get along with her for a long time, you will find that she is actually a very good person, and you will definitely like her."

"Maybe." Professor Trocca said with a smile.

"Then take my leave."

"Goodbye"

The two professors in front went in different directions without noticing a boy in the corner, who overheard their entire conversation.

Matthew lowered his head and thought, while slowly returning to the castle.

"Wakefield" Just when Matthew returned to the steps of the castle again, suddenly a familiar voice shouted his name from behind.

Matthew turned around and saw three familiar faces: Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Malfoy" Matthew looked at his roommate.

The other party looked at him arrogantly, as if he had some leverage over him.

"What's the matter?" Matthew continued to ask.

"Hahaha, I've already found out." Malfoy laughed and said, "Your parents turned out to be the most ordinary Muggles. When I asked you about it at the opening party, you actually told me that your parents had passed away. "

"I just said at the time that I couldn't remember their appearance, which is the truth." Matthew calmly replied: "But you are right, they are indeed Muggles."

As a Muggle-born wizard, it was difficult to keep this "secret" for too long, Matthew knew very well.

After all, there are already several people in Hogwarts, such as Penello, Neville, and Hermione, who know about his origins, and sooner or later the news will reach the ears of his Slytherin classmates.

He just didn't want to conflict with other students in Slytherin because of such boring things. After all, Slytherin has always been flaunted as a pure-blood college.

That's why I have been avoiding talking about this matter.

"I think the Sorting Hat must have mistaken you and Shabini at that time." Malfoy continued laughing: "How can a wizard like you be worthy of the noble Slytherin? You only deserve to go to Hufflepah." "Wizard pair"

"Maybe." Matthew nodded. In fact, he felt the same way about the Sorting Hat's mistake.

"That's it." Looking at Malfoy and his two followers who were laughing together, he asked calmly: "Is there anything else?"

"Goodbye then" he turned around and prepared to return to the Slytherin common room.

Looking at Matthew's leaving figure, Draco Malfoy suddenly felt offended:

"Stop it, you dirty mudblood"

"Draco Draco" Malfoy had just finished speaking, and Crabbe and Goyle couldn't help but scream in panic.

Then, there was only a "pop" sound.

Matthew turned around and saw something very interesting

Draco Malfoy fell to the ground, and half of his face was swollen.

It was as if someone had slapped him hard on the face.

And it's not over yet

Another "pop".

The other side of Draco Malfoy's face instantly became red and swollen again.

It was as if someone was wearing an invisibility cloak and slapping him hard.

"What the hell is going on?" Matthew was a little stunned.

"Pap, slap, slap", one slap after another, invisible slaps on Malfoy's face.

One side, very rhythmic.

He tried to lower his head to protect his mouth, but was soon pulled up by an invisible force, and his arms were also pulled apart.

"Pa" is another slap.

Matthew suddenly remembered something that Principal Grindelwald said at the opening banquet:

"Insulting names such as mongrel and mudblood are strictly prohibited in Hogwarts. If you don't believe this, you might as well give it a try."

Probably after Malfoy received five or six slaps on each side of his face.

This punishment is finally over.

Crabbe and Goyle quickly supported Malfoy.

Malfoy, whose entire face had been slapped into shape, tried to open his mouth, but no sound came out.

Matthew couldn't help but smile happily, looking at the three people in front of him who were escaping in a hurry.

He suddenly liked Hogwarts a little bit.