Hogwarts from another world

As September comes to an end, a sudden cold snap hits Hogwarts Castle.

A cold began to spread among teachers and students, making Madam Pomfrey extremely busy at this time.

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

It's just that students who drink this refreshing drug will have smoke constantly 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...

...'

There were more people in Matthew's dormitory.

First Theodore Nott left the campus hospital, and then Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle returned one after another.

Matthew was more deliberate and kept a certain distance from them.

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

If that kind of thing happened a few more times, someone might be suspicious of him.

It's not troublesome. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle had any intention of dealing with Matthew. Even Nott seemed to have forgotten what happened that night.

Time passed day by day...

Soon, another Saturday came.

This time, the first-year Slytherin boys will have their second "after-class practice" with 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 again, knocking on the door so hard that the poor little iron door was slightly deformed by the knocking.

However, Professor Slughorn still didn't come out.

A few people have to wait here...

Almost ten minutes later, I saw Slytherin's prefect Gemma Farley walking from the auditorium in a hurry.

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

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

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

……

There is no doubt that this is very bad news.

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

Raindrops as big as bullets hit the windows of the castle with a continuous sound.

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

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

This was a low hut with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and a foul smell filled the air. The most conspicuous place in the house is a doghouse, which is Mr. Tang's residence.

It's not like in the legend, there are chains, handcuffs and whips everywhere...

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

The relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor has always been very poor, and they basically ignore each other. Only Matthew and Neville said hello.

A dozen boys waited for a while, and suddenly, the sound of a dog barking "woof, woof, woof" came from the distance.

Mr. Tang, the golden retriever, jumped out of nowhere and glared at the first-year students.

Then Mr. Pringle arrived.

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

"There are almost enough people..." he said to himself.

"You three big guys, go to the trophy room and wipe the trophies there!" He pointed to Crabbe, Goyle and Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor: "Mr. Tang will take you there!"

The golden retriever, who was still nibbling dog food there, quickly shook his tail.

"And you three..." This time, Mr. Pringle named Matthew, as well as Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom and Harry Evans: "Professor Rosier needs someone to help her. Clean up the office!"

Then, Mr. Pringle looked at the three of them a few more times and said viciously: "You'd better not be lazy. I will know what you are doing... Also, Professor Rozier doesn't like others messing around." If you touch her things, don’t blame me for not warning you!”

After saying that, he pointed to a pile of housekeeping supplies in the corner.

……

The three men shouldered brooms, mops, and buckets 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's place for 'after-class practice.'" Matthew shrugged: "But Professor Slughorn was sick, and Mr. Pringle happened to be short of people. so……"

"Then you are really unlucky." Neville couldn't help but sigh.

"By the way..." Matthew asked with some confusion: "Do wizards also need people to clean the house? Can't they use spells to do this?"

"Theoretically it's possible, but it's more troublesome." Neville explained: "So most wizards are unwilling to do this, and they are more willing to leave this kind of work to house elves... But Professor Rosier, it is said that he is not willing to do this. Too willing to let a house elf into her office.”

"That's it!" Matthew echoed while glancing at Harry Evans, who was walking with his head lowered.

To be honest, he was quite interested in the "protagonist" in the original work... but he had never found an opportunity to communicate with him before.

After hesitating for a moment, Matthew took the initiative and said: "Hello, Evans!"

Evans timidly raised his head, glanced at Matthew, and said in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Hello...Hello..."

After saying that, he quickly lowered his head.

"Cough!" Neville coughed lightly and explained: "Evans's personality is relatively introverted... He doesn't like to communicate with others."

"Oh." Matthew nodded.

At the same time, I secretly thought to myself... If he were James Potter's son, he wouldn't have such an introverted personality, right? Could it be that he is the son of Severus Snape and Lily Evans?

Matthew was thinking as they unknowingly arrived at the bathroom on the second floor.

They filled the buckets and basins with water and staggered toward the vice-principal's office.