Hogwarts from another world

To be honest, Matthew didn't like a very "snobby" person like Horace Slughorn at all.

In particular, he is also a teacher and the dean of a college.

But now, he had to choose to bow his head temporarily.

It's another Wednesday afternoon Potions class.

Harry Evans burned out his cauldron again, his third this term.

To be honest, even Professor Slughorn didn't understand how the kid did it.

"Evans, how dare you?" The bald old man like a walrus sighed, then shook his head: "Hey, forget it."

With some heartache, he took out a new crucible from the cupboard and handed it to him.

"A crucible is worth five galleons. It's very expensive. This is definitely the last time." He warned loudly, "If you dare to break it again"

The frightened poor Evans huddled up in a ball, shivering, and even sobbed and shed tears.

Slughorn couldn't say any more harsh words, so he dropped the cauldron and turned away.

Matthew Wakefield and Neville Longbottom fully saw what had just happened around them.

As they are working on making hair elevating agents, Professor Slughorn teaches them something new in this lesson

After taking this potion, the hair of the user will stand on end. To be honest, Matthew has no idea what practical value this potion has.

While putting the freshly cut rat tail into the crucible, he said casually:

"Why does Evans look like a girl?"

"How is that possible?" Neville quickly shook his head: "I share a dormitory with him and get along day and night."

"I mean personality." Matthew explained: "The first impression you give is like a girl."

"He is indeed quite introverted and seldom talks to others." Neville replied: "No, it can even be said that he never takes the initiative to talk to others. When we ask him something, he just answers, and his voice is still very low."

"Do you know who Evans' parents are?" Matthew suddenly asked.

"All I know is that they are all wizards. He refused to tell us any news about his parents," Neville said.

"I remember Professor Rosier once mentioned in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class that there was a dark wizard also named Evans."

"Probably a relative," Neville replied casually, while starting to stir the cauldron: "It's quite common among pure-blood wizards."

The potion in the crucible began to slowly turn into a dark gray color.

"Oh, little guys." Professor Slughorn's voice suddenly came from behind them, almost startling Neville: "Seeing that you are chatting happily, I'm afraid you are almost finished."

The fat walrus suddenly appeared from behind them and pressed their shoulders with his hands.

"Yes, Professor." Matthew replied calmly: "It's done."

"Oh, Merlin's beard." Professor Slughorn looked at the potion in the crucible and made a very exaggerated expression: "It's so perfect, so perfect. I have never seen a first-year student who can prepare such a perfect preparation. hair erecting agent”

"Well done, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Wakefield." Slughorn laughed: "If Hogwarts hadn't canceled house points forty years ago, otherwise I would at least give Gryffindor points now. Duo and Slytherin each add 20 points."

"This is all Matthew's credit." Neville quickly explained: "I'm just responsible for stirring."

"There is no doubt that humility is a virtue." Slughorn nodded.

"No, no, no." Neville shook his head quickly: "Matthew did it alone."

"Mr. Wakefield, is this true?" Slughorn's eyes began to move to Matthew: "Can you tell me how you completed such a perfect pot of hair straightener?"

In fact, the truth is that Matthew learned about the content of this Potions class from Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw two days ago. The Potions class of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff was on Monday. Conducted in the afternoon.

Over the next two days, he searched for almost all books related to hair elevating agents in the library of the Room of Requirement.

And using every available time, he also tried to practice several times in advance.

Then at the beginning of the potions lesson, he told Neville that he wanted to try it by himself.

Neville Longbottom has always had an easy-going personality, and because he had already established a very good relationship with Matthew because of his paper on Transfiguration, he was also happy to be at ease.

Further on, this is the scene that is happening now.

"It's actually very simple," Matthew Wakefield replied calmly: "Just do what you said."

"It's just that I suddenly felt that it was not good to put dried nettles in the crucible when it was the hottest. The effect might be better after it cools down a little, so I gave it a try."

Matthew saw this method in a book called Common Potions and Antidotes in the Room of Requirement, but he would definitely not take the initiative to say it now.

"Genius idea." The expression on Slughorn's face suddenly became more exaggerated. He grabbed Matthew's hand: "Very, very genius idea creativity is the source of advancing the progress of potions. You did a great job." Well, Mr. Wakefield."

"Thank you, professor." Matthew said quickly.

After a few more rambles, Professor Slughorn took his eyes away from Matthew's cauldron.

Half an hour later, Potions class ended.

While Neville was packing his things, Matthew suddenly "accidentally" dumped his box of crystal bottles on the ground. The small bottles immediately rolled everywhere, and some even broke.

"Oops" Matthew exclaimed.

"It's okay, I'll help you clean it up," Neville said enthusiastically.

When other students were leaving the Potions classroom one after another, Matthew and Neville were collecting the crystal bottles on the ground.

"Let me help too, kids." Slughorn came over to the classroom. He waved his magic wand, and the broken crystal bottles suddenly returned to their original state.

"Thank you very much" Matthew bowed to him quickly.

Just as Slughorn turned to leave, Matthew suddenly said: "Professor Slughorn, I heard Draco seem to say before that you established a Potions class group at Hogwarts. Exchange knowledge related to Potions class every week”

Of course, Slughorn's Slug Club communicated about more than just Potions class, but Matthew was deliberately pretending to be stupid at this time.

"I have always been very interested in potions, so I wonder if there is a chance to join." Matthew asked shamelessly.

Slughorn was stunned for a moment. He looked Matthew up and down, as if making a final review of the boy's qualifications.

After a short wait

"Of course, Mr. Wakefield." Slughorn seemed to change his face and suddenly smiled: "You are welcome to join."