Hogwarts from another world

Since it is an odd-numbered week, there is no "after-school practical" class on Saturday this week.

Perhaps this is a good thing, because Matthew encountered some accidents in the first two "after-class practices" he participated in.

He spent most of the weekend in the Room of Requirement.

Of course, he did not inquire about anything related to the attack... For a powerless first-year student like him, it would be useless no matter how much he knew; if there really was another attack. , all he can do is try his best to protect himself.

Matthew Wakefield has never forgotten that he is a student.

The most important responsibility of students is to study. Especially in such a magical world, although this magical world does not look like a dark forest where the jungle is alive with the jungle; but Matthew knows very well that no matter what, he must truly become a powerful wizard.

The field of magic is actually much more profound than you imagine; the more you come into contact with it, the more profound and vast it becomes.

It's much more than silly waving a wand or shouting a few spells.

It is not easy to learn and use any spell skillfully. No wonder most adult wizards in the original book, even those working in the Ministry of Magic, cannot recite a decent Iron Armor Curse.

Matthew didn't go too far and tried to get in touch with those profound magics. Instead, start with the most basic Transfiguration, Hovering, and Lockpicking spells to lay a solid foundation.

In a sense, there are few people at Hogwarts who work harder than Matthew Wakefield. Not even Ravenclaw's Hermione Granger.

……

On Sunday afternoon, a little after six o'clock, Matthew put down his book and wand.

It was time to leave the Room of Requirement, as he would prepare to attend Professor Slughorn's dinner later.

Matthew walked towards the outside of the Room of Requirement. When he passed the empty bookshelf on the way, he waved his hand in a "goodbye" expression.

After walking out of the Room of Requirement, the door behind him quickly turned into a white wall; on the tapestry opposite, the moth-eaten trolls were still struggling to beat their ballet teacher with wooden sticks, completely unaware that Matthew had walked away.

When passing the first corner ahead, Matthew suddenly heard someone calling his name at the fork on the left.

"Matthew!"

It was Neville Longbottom's voice.

"Hello, Neville." Matthew also greeted Neville.

"Why are you here?" Neville asked curiously.

The Slytherin common room is in the basement. Generally speaking, unless there is class, few Slytherin students come to the eighth floor.

"I came to ask Professor Flitwick about something." Matthew replied calmly, concealing the matter about the "Room of Requirement".

Professor Flitwick's office happens to be on the eighth floor of the castle, near the thirteenth window on the right side of the west tower.

"Okay!" Neville nodded: "I am now preparing to go to Professor Slughorn's office to attend tonight's party. By the way, he should have invited you too, right?"

"That's right." Matthew replied, "How about we go there together?"

"Of course, let's go!"

……

Side by side, the two of them walked down the marble steps to Professor Horace Slughorn's office in the basement.

Whether by nature or by magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than the average teacher's room.

The decoration is also much more ornate, at least in sharp contrast to the snow cave-like room in Professor Rosier's office.

The walls were hung with emerald green, crimson and gold curtains; at the same time, the whole room was illuminated red by a golden lamp hanging in the center of the ceiling; from a far corner, loud sounds that sounded like Mandarin came from time to time. The singing accompanied by the bell...

"Neville, Matthew!" As soon as they squeezed through the door, Slughorn shouted: "Welcome, very welcome!"

Horace Slughorn wore a tasseled mink hat that matched his velvet coat and made him look even richer.

Matthew noticed that the name he called himself had changed from his last name to his first name.

After receiving the two people into the room, Slughorn continued to talk to a senior girl.

There were less than twenty students in the huge office; it seemed that among the hundreds of students in Hogwarts, not many could catch Slughorn's eye.

There were two round tables. One table seemed to be filled with senior students, and the other table was almost filled with younger students.

Neville took Matthew and found two empty seats at the lower class table and sat down.

Most of the people here were unfamiliar faces; the only one Matthew could recognize was a dark-skinned Hufflepuff student in the same grade as him.

"To be honest, I don't like the style of this party, but I have to come." After sitting down, Neville whispered in Matthew's ear.

Then he pointed at the dark-skinned Hufflepuff student: "You should know Blaise Shabini... His family is very rich, and his mother, um, is a very famous witch. So far She has been a widow six times, and every husband who died left her a large inheritance."

"Of course, so do I!" Neville said with some self-deprecation: "It is precisely because my parents are both well-known senior Aurors in the Ministry of Magic that Slughorn invited me."

"Good evening, Longbottom!" At this moment, a carefree voice suddenly came from behind them.

He was a big boy with thick hair who looked slightly older than them.

"Hello, Cormac." Neville greeted him and introduced to Matthew: "This is Cormac McLaggen, the second year Gryffindor."

Matthew also had some impressions of this name. His father seemed to be a senior official in the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello there!"

"Cormac, this is the new member of the club, Matthew Wakefield, a first-year Slytherin student."

Matthew stood up and shook Cormac McLaggen's hand.

"It's not easy for first-year students to join the club!" McLagan praised.

But as he opened his mouth at a close distance, Matthew and the others suddenly smelled a very strong smell of garlic.

Neville couldn't help but cover his nose, and Matthew frowned.

Seeing their expressions, McLagan pretended to be serious and said: "I suggest you eat more garlic recently, otherwise..."

He hummed a few times and sat down on Neville's other side.