Hogwarts from another world

Taking the piece of parchment, Matthew returned to the empty dormitory.

He opened the "History of Magic" textbook and reviewed the lessons about Merlin and Morgana taught by Professor Bagshot in the previous class.

Then I opened "Standard Spells·Elementary" and previewed the content related to the "Hovering Spell".

This is also the spell they will learn in tomorrow's Charms class.

Time passed by like this.

Almost an hour later, the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

Theodore Nott walked in, humming a tune.

Matthew raised his head, and the two looked at each other awkwardly.

"Hello!" Matthew took the initiative to say hello.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded.

……

Even Professor Rosier had already described to Matthew yesterday afternoon what exactly happened in this dormitory.

But after all, she was just guessing.

Therefore, Matthew was also slightly interested in Theodore Nott in front of him.

He closed the textbook in front of him and walked towards Nott...

"Nott!" he asked enthusiastically: "Can you tell me what happened here yesterday afternoon? So far, I have been kept in the dark!"

Once he found another audience, Nott suddenly became interested again.

Although he is still a little shaken because of what happened yesterday afternoon.

But as long as someone asks, he is still happy to tell his adventures vividly and in detail.

"I was writing my paper on Transfiguration, and Draco, Vincent and Gregory suddenly gathered at your bedside, not knowing what to do." The eleven-year-old boy said loudly:

"But I was worried about the relationship between matches and needles, so I didn't care about them... But at this moment, I only heard a loud bang, and the door of the bedroom was suddenly opened, revealing a terrifying figure Appeared here, he looked like a skeleton, very eerie..."

As he talked, his story began to develop in a strange direction.

"...Draco let out a scream, and was knocked to the ground by him. Vincent and Gregory tried to rush over, but were quickly knocked down. Soon, the only ones who were still conscious in the dormitory were Leave me alone, Wakefield, you can imagine that situation!"

As he spoke, Theodore Nott began to become more and more excited.

Matthew finally understood that the memory Nott could have probably ended with Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle surrounding his suitcase... The rest of the wonderful "adventure" was all It was just something he figured out on his own.

But Nott still kept talking:

"I was very calm at the time, even extremely calm. I saw the dark wizard aiming his wand at my head, and I judged with extreme calmness that it was too late to hide to the left or right..."

"...So I quickly made a sliding shovel and passed under him. His spell almost grazed my scalp and hit my favorite vase, and then I heard a loud 'bang' …”

"...Wakefield, you should understand how much I like that vase. When it was smashed, I immediately became extremely angry!"

"Wizards and wizards' will cannot be generalized. At that time, when I was extremely angry, I suddenly thought of what Professor Flitwick had said in class... What is that thing called Hanging?"

"Hovering spell?" Matthew added for him.

"That's right, the hovering spell!" Nott nodded quickly: "I leaned back on the spot under the dark wizard's crotch, then pulled out my wand and used the hovering spell; The dark wizard flew up like the feather in the Charms class..."

Matthew suddenly felt that his friend had a talent for writing novels.

"Then what?" he asked with interest.

"Then...then...then..." Nott's voice began to become more hoarse and hesitant.

"What's wrong with you?" Matthew realized that something was not right about the other person's condition.

"Then...it's still here!" Theodore Nott said, suddenly trembling.

……

"What did you say?" Matthew stood up suddenly, his expression suddenly changed.

"It's still here...it's still here...it never left..." Nott seemed to be replying to Matthew, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

"Calm down, Nott!" Matthew shouted.

"It never left... it will never leave..." But Theodore Nott was like an epilepsy, his whole body was shaking violently, and his voice began to become weaker and weaker: "It will not leave... "

"Theodore?" Matthew walked up to him: "What do you mean by 'it'? Is it a book..."

"Please... don't kill me... please... spare me..." Nott suddenly became hysterical and hugged his head, wailing: "Please... I'm afraid... I don't want to die... …Mom…Mom…Mom…”

Matthew's face became extremely ugly.

And looking at it, Nott might escape control at any time.

Just when he was about to go outside and call someone——

Nott suddenly turned around and glanced at him.

As if he had seen some unspeakable monster, the eleven-year-old boy in front of him let out a miserable scream.

Then he fainted.

……

A quarter of an hour later, in the school hospital.

Several Slytherin students gathered around the hospital bed, including of course Matthew Wakefield.

Madam Pomfrey carefully examined the boy on the bed, then shook her head angrily.

"It's just a little irritation, nothing else." Madam Pomfrey said angrily: "Have any of you mentioned to him what happened yesterday afternoon?"

Several Slytherin students looked at each other, and finally Prefect Gemma Farley stood up:

"Um... Nott has been discussing with others what happened yesterday afternoon since he left the campus hospital yesterday..."

"This idiot, I warned him before he was discharged from the hospital, try not to think about that incident." Madam Pomfrey shook her head: "Okay, it's okay, you can go."

"Nott...is he okay?" Matthew couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's okay, there's no problem at all. It's just that I won't let him out of the hospital until the end of this week!" Madam Pomfrey covered the boy with a quilt and made a driving gesture toward them:

"Go quickly, don't disturb other patients' rest!"