Hogwarts from another world

Matthew Wakefield's mood can be said to be terrible.

He had already guessed that the book might be scary, but he didn't expect it to be so scary.

What Slughorn just said is completely consistent with his previous experiences.

Hogwarts does have certain preventive measures against dark magic items, and also has strict restrictions on space rules, so the book went to the "Room of Requirement"; and according to some descriptions in the original work of the previous life, although the Room of Requirement is in Hogwarts Within Watts, but not bound by many Hogwarts rules

At the same time, Slughorn said that the real mystery is impossible to escape, so no matter what method he uses, it is almost impossible to "get rid of" the book, and its ghost will always linger.

As for Slughorn's judgment, what attacked Malfoy was an extremely weak mysterious dark magic item. His guess was probably completely opposite to the truth. It was because the power of the book was too powerful that he could escape at that time. He launched their search and successfully escaped to the "Room of Requirement".

So, what to do?

Matthew had originally planned to reveal all the truth to Horace Slughorn. Then, he hoped that the Potions teacher could help him get rid of this threat completely.

But Slughorn's words directly made him retreat. Could it be that he really let the head of Slytherin kill him?

And Slughorn's tone directly made Matthew feel a little desperate.

If that book is really that terrifying, wouldn't I be certain to die?

Or, worse, be exposed to what Slughorn said was an ending more horrific than death.

No no no

It hadn't reached that point yet, so Matthew tried his best to comfort himself.

He recalled what Slughorn had said earlier:

"You just have to hope you never encounter something like that, unless you're a wizard as powerful as Professor Grindelwald."

Does this sentence mean that if you become a wizard as powerful as Gellert Grindelwald, you don’t need to be afraid of that book?

That should be the meaning, so my ending is not completely determined yet.

Probably so, probably

In the dark corridor, Matthew shook his head to prevent himself from continuing his random thoughts.

I lowered my head and looked at my watch. It was already very late. It was almost ten o'clock. That would have exceeded the lights-out time, which was considered a violation of school rules.

Descending the marble steps, he began to descend into the basement.

The corridor in the basement seemed extremely long and eerie in the darkness.

From time to time, you can hear some strange sounds in your ears. Of course, this may just be an illusion caused by the wind.

The torches on the stone wall also looked extremely weak and could not even illuminate the road ahead.

Matthew took out his black walnut wand from his waist and gently raised the wand with his left hand:

"luminescent lumos"

he chanted softly.

A faint light lit up from the end of his wand, immediately illuminating the road ahead of him.

Although the spell taught by Professor Filius Flitwick in the Charms class two weeks ago was simple, it was often very practical.

But just when Matthew passed the door of the Potions classroom,

There seems to be a sound

Matthew perked up his ears a little.

Yes, there is a sound

It came from the Potions classroom.

Although it was very small, Matthew could tell this time that it was definitely not an illusion caused by the wind.

who will be

First, exclude Horace Slughorn, the Potions teacher. The old man had just said goodbye to Matthew in his office. There was no reason for him to suddenly appear in the Potions classroom.

Then other teachers, with Slughorn's permission, come to his classroom to pick up things

Or is it that someone is stealing things in there?

Or maybe it's the murderer who attacked Ronald Weasley before.

However, Matthew did not turn around and continued to walk forward at a steady pace, as if he had never heard the sound.

Whoever is in the Potions classroom now has nothing to do with him.

At the same time, he also raised his ears very cautiously, but the sound seemed to have stopped suddenly.

Just when I was about to walk through this corridor and turn into the next passage,

"Who is it?" A stern voice suddenly sounded from behind Matthew.

The voice was full of alertness.

A very familiar young female voice, and undoubtedly the voice that Matthew Wakefield least wanted to hear.

"It's me, Matthew Wakefield." He turned around and stammered:

"Professor Rosier"

Vita Rozier, the vice-principal of Hogwarts, came step by step from behind.

For a while, Matthew couldn't tell whether she came out of the Potions classroom or emerged from somewhere else.

However, Professor Rosier's walking became limp, as if he had been injured.

When she got closer, Matthew found that her hair was a little messy and her face was gloomy, not at all as elegant as before.

"Wakefield" Professor Rosier snapped: "Why is it you again?"

Matthew actually wanted to ask this question too.

In the entire Hogwarts, the person he feared the most was undoubtedly the Vice Principal, Professor Rosier.

On weekdays, he also tried every possible means to avoid her.

But unexpectedly, he met her by chance many times for no apparent reason.

"I" Matthew opened his mouth.

Then he discovered that Professor Rosier was pressing towards him step by step.

Her beautiful face suddenly became a little distorted, even a little ferocious.

Matthew was so frightened that he took a few steps back until his back was pressed against the wall.

What should I do

If Professor Rosier suddenly attacks him

So what to do

Matthew glanced at the wand in his right hand. The only offensive spell he could use was the petrification spell that Professor Rozier taught him in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class not long ago.

Matthew didn't think that this spell would work on the other party now.

Professor Rosier was getting closer and closer, and her slightly distorted face became more and more clear.

Matthew suddenly saw a faint red light in Professor Rozier's eyes, a red light the color of blood.

Could it be that

Matthew had no time to think.

I recited the petrification spell in my heart: "Petrificate them all petrificustotalus"

Just when he was about to shout out this spell

"It's Professor Rosier here." Another familiar voice came from not far away.

The red light in Professor Rosier's eyes disappeared, and she turned away from looking at Matthew.

The familiar figure in the darkness slowly appeared in Matthew's sight.

"Oh, and Wakefield." Professor Edward Troca blinked and looked at Matthew.

Professor Trocca's face looked a little better than usual, not so pale and not so haggard.

Or maybe it's because the lights in the walkway at night are relatively weak.

"I'm curious, Wakefield, why are you here?" Professor Troca asked with interest.

Matthew noticed that the transfiguration teacher had already taken the wand in his hand.

"I'm also curious about this, so I'm asking Wakefield this question," Professor Rozier said coldly.

The twisted and ferocious angry look on her face seemed to have disappeared, replaced by the usual coldness.

The appearance of Professor Trocca made Matthew feel relieved.

It seemed that no matter whether his guess was correct or not, nothing would happen to him tonight.

"I just attended Professor Slughorn's Slug Club dinner," he explained quickly.

"The Slug Club dinner usually ends before nine o'clock in the evening," Professor Rozier said coldly.

Her eyes glared at Matthew again, and at that moment, Matthew seemed to see the previous blood-like red light again.

"That's it." Matthew continued to explain: "Because I forgot my watch in Professor Slughorn's office. When I went back to get the watch, I remembered some interesting things, so I went to ask Slughorn Professor Ghorn asked for advice, so the final time was a little late."

"That's it." Professor Trocca glanced at Matthew with eyes full of praise: "Wakefield, you seem to be very lucky. I heard that Horace has always had a very high vision."

"I hope you didn't lie," Professor Rozier continued coldly, "because I will know about it soon."

With that, she pulled her wand from her waist.

With just a slight wave, a silver-white, cloak-like thing flashed past Matthew.

In the corridor, silence returned again.

Professor Rosier still maintained her position, which was the position where Matthew Wakefield was completely forced into the corner, but she turned her head and closed her eyes there to rest.

Matthew was a little embarrassed at this time. He didn't dare to move because if he moved even a little bit, he might bump into Professor Rosier.

Professor Trocca suddenly gave Matthew a wink.

Only then did Matthew realize that his fluorescent wand was still pointed at Professor Rozier's chest, almost poking there.

He quickly lowered his wand.

They only waited maybe two or three minutes.

There was only the sound of anxious footsteps, and then the fat, walrus-like Potions teacher Horace Slughorn trotted over, his movements very funny.

"What's the situation?" He ran in front of the three people. He was panting heavily. He was obviously a little tired and stammered when he spoke: "What's the situation?"

"We'll talk about it later." Professor Rozier said still extremely coldly: "Let's discuss the matter about Wakefield first."

"Oh, Matthew." Slughorn seemed to have just now seen Matthew, and he was visibly relieved.

"Wakefield told me that he was just in your office, chatting with you." Professor Rozier glanced at Matthew first, and then at Slughorn.

"Yes, that's right." Slughorn nodded: "We were discussing, um, some extracurricular knowledge."

But Professor Rozier didn't seem to care what they were discussing.

"So at what time did Wakefield leave from your side?" Professor Rozier continued to ask.

"About ten minutes ago, not that long anyway," Professor Slughorn replied.

"He has been staying at your place before."

"Of course"

Professor Rosier was silent for a moment, then took a few steps forward to let Matthew free.

"Well, you can go, Wakefield." She said extremely coldly: "But if you are still active in Hogwarts Castle after lights-out time, I will let Mr. Pringle inform you of the confinement time. and content.”

"" Matthew opened his mouth, not knowing what was going on.

Why am I being imprisoned?

"I don't agree with this, Principal Rosier." It was Professor Trocca who spoke this time: "I think it was not past ten o'clock when Wakefield appeared in the corridor; if it weren't for you Having caught him, I think there is a high probability that he will be able to return to the Slytherin common room before lights-out time."

Slughorn on the side also nodded.

Professor Rosier closed his eyes again:

"You're right, the lockdown is lifted."

""Matthew didn't know what to say at all.

Why was the confinement canceled again?

"Go back to the common room quickly, Matthew." Slughorn made an urging gesture towards him.

Professor Trocca walked up to Matthew and gently patted Matthew on the shoulder:

"Yes, go back quickly. There is no need to be afraid or worried about Wakefield; but please remember that you must not walk around Hogwarts Castle at night recently."

This time, Matthew smelled the familiar smell of blood again.

Matthew nodded somewhat unclearly.

It sounds like something happened to them

He didn't have much to ask. After saying goodbye to the three teachers, he hurried back to the Slytherin common room.

Without communicating with others, he was still thinking about Slughorn's words.

Falling on the bed, he fell asleep directly.

The next day, breakfast on Monday.

Matthew Wakefield came to the auditorium to have breakfast as usual.

While he was smearing jam on the sausage

"Matthew" an excited voice suddenly came from a distance.

Then, he saw Neville Longbottom passing through several long tables and coming to him.

Then, he hugged Matthew tightly

"What's going on?" Matthew was a little confused.

"It's great that you're alive," Neville said while crying.

"I'm still alive." Matthew became more and more confused.

"I thought you had" Neville wiped the tears from his eyes and let go of his hand.

"What's going on, Neville?" Matthew asked quickly.

Neville's voice was a little low, and he shook his head: "Slytherin's seventh-year Maria Adams and fourth-year Rico Carlo, they both died last night."

This news was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Matthew stunned.

In fact, Matthew had a slight impression of the names Maria Adams, who was in seventh grade, and Rico Carlo, who was in fourth grade.

Slughorn had introduced these two people to him at the Slug Club dinner last night.

It's just that there was almost no communication between them and Matthew at the round table in the senior class.

And the two of them, plus first-year Matthew Wakefield, are the members of the Slug Club, all from Slytherin.