Hogwarts from another world

The situation seems to have become more complicated.

That night, after they finished dinner, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in the Slytherin common room.

It was Mr. Pringle, and his dog Mr. Don.

As the caretaker of the castle, he rarely breaks into the common rooms of various colleges.

"Matthew Wakefield, and Agnes Lestrange, are they here?" he shouted.

Matthew and Lestrange raised their hands one after another.

Mr. Pringle just walked over, looked at them one after another, recorded something on the parchment in his hand, and left in a hurry with the golden retriever.

"What's going on?" Matthew glanced at Lestrange in confusion.

Lestrange shrugged, indicating that she didn't know.

Matthew didn't care much, lowered his head and continued to look at the Merlin Legend in his hand.

This history book, or historical novel, he borrowed from the library before Christmas.

Early the next morning, thick snowflakes were flying in the sky, covering almost every window of the castle; this also made the castle darker than before.

As Matthew passed the door of the auditorium, he encountered something strange

Justin Finch-Fletchley, a first year Hufflepuff, was being scolded by his Head of House, Professor Pomona Sprout.

Professor Sprout's expression was very excited, while Mr. Finch-Fletchie was lowering his head in shame.

This is indeed quite strange, because Professor Sprout has always been a good-tempered professor and she rarely blames people, let alone Hufflepuff students.

Matthew walked into the auditorium and saw Hermione Granger eating breakfast at the only long table, so he walked over and sat next to her.

"Hmph" glanced sideways at Matthew and Hermione snorted softly.

Ever since Hermione took Professor Flitwick and broke through the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Matthew had had little interaction with her.

And Hermione seemed to have some objections to this, because in her opinion, she did Matthew a big favor at that time, and Matthew should thank her.

But she is a little girl after all, so she doesn’t hold grudges.

"What are you doing?" she asked flatly.

"What's going on with Professor Sprout and Justin Finch-Fletchley at the door?" Matthew asked curiously: "This is the first time I've seen Professor Sprout so angry."

"That Justin Finch-Fletchley," Hermione said with a slightly disdainful expression on her face: "When he went to Hogsmeade yesterday, he ate too many candies at Honeydukes Candy Shop, and then he went to Two Broomsticks in the afternoon. He fell asleep in the bar and stayed there until the bar owner woke him up when Two Broomsticks closed at night."

"Asleep" Matthew was stunned.

"Yes." Hermione nodded: "He didn't show up until dark yesterday. When his classmates from the college went to report to Mr. Pringle, they frightened Mr. Pringle. At that time, Pringle was very anxious. Sir, I went from house to house to look for him, for fear that there might still be someone who had not returned from Hogsmeade."

Matthew suddenly remembered that Mr. Pringle had made a rare appearance in the Slytherin common room last night, and then looked for him and Lestrange.

"So, what next?"

"The whole school was alarmed at that time. Just when Principal Rosier was about to go to Hogsmeade to look for him, he suddenly came back." Hermione replied: "So this morning, along with Professor Sprout, everyone was killed by Rosier." Principal Er gave me a severe lecture."

"I see." Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

"Is there anything else?" Hermione said dryly, "If you don't mind, I've already finished breakfast."

"It's okay. Thank you very much, Miss Granger." Matthew smiled ingratiatingly.

As Hermione left, Matthew began to think again while eating breakfast.

For the next few days, Matthew Wakefield remained calm.

The snowstorm outside the castle had been very heavy since the beginning, and the roads were almost blocked by the heavy snow.

Most of the students at Hogwarts have no interest in going to Hogsmeade; as for Matthew, he has no idea of ​​going to Hogsmeade for a long time.

Matthew spent most of his time in the common room reading, with the occasional trip to the library.

When he was really free and bored, he would play Gobstone and Wizard Chess with Lestrange.

Gobstone is played similarly to the Muggle game of marbles. A standard Gobstone game contains thirty small, round stones, and each player has fifteen at the beginning of the game. If one party collects all of his opponent's stones, he is the winner of the game.

The main difference is that when one side loses a point, the stones spray a foul-smelling liquid into the face of the loser.

It's a very simple little game. Although Matthew loses more and wins less, he is no match for Lestrange most of the time.

As for wizard chess, the rules are basically the same as Muggle chess; the pieces will move to the target square according to the player's command. It's just that when a piece is captured, it will be knocked over by the opponent's piece and then dragged off the board.

This Matthew is more powerful, with more wins than losses. He also easily gained the trust of the set of chess pieces left by Draco Malfoy.

On Christmas morning, Matthew saw a small pile of packages, his Christmas gifts, at the foot of his bed.

Among them was a bottle of beautifully packaged mead, which looked like a gift from Professor Slughorn. Yesterday, Matthew gave his dean a box of candied pineapples.

He entrusted the seventh-year Slytherin girl in the common room to buy it for Honeydukes two days ago.

A brand new box of wizard chess pieces;

A compendium of the history of modern magic;

and also

Matthew moved his eyes to the last package, a very exquisite Christmas gift box, but there was no signature on it.

Matthew couldn't help but blink, who would give him a Christmas gift anonymously?

He gently tied the gift rope and opened the Christmas gift box

"Yeah" Matthew snorted coldly and looked at the things inside.

The expression on his face gradually became serious.

But then, he suddenly smiled.

Because this last Christmas gift is a simple, familiar, and mysterious book.