As Matthew left the Potion Class teacher's office, the entire office became completely quiet.

In addition to the "mes" left behind by the two round tables because of the banquet.

However, Professor Horas Slughorn was not in a hurry to pack up.

In fact, Slughorn, who had a smile on his face before and looked a little scared, suddenly changed his expression.

He sat there, his face extremely cold, and even the air began to fill with a heavy and depressing atmosphere.

It seemed that the smile and fear before were just his deliberate disguise.

Slughorn seemed to think for a while, and finally, he took out a piece of parchment paper and dipped it ink on the quill.

He lowered his head and began to record something little by little.

In the entire office, there was only the sound of rubbing on parchment paper.

After the sound lasted for almost a quarter of an hour, Slughorn finally put down the quill in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

He packed the parchment paper into the envelope and sealed the envelope completely.

Then, he flipped through his pocket for a while, and finally found something with a weird appearance, "lighter"-like thing.

The nozzle of the lighter is crooked, like a spreading snake; in addition, the lighter's shell also seems to have a crooked snake pattern engraved.

Slughorn just twisted the lighter lighter and the light green flame immediately burned in front of him.

This light green flame really looks a bit weird.

Without hesitation, Slughorn stretched over the envelope, along with the parchment inside.

With a bright fire, the whole "letter" burned violently.

Soon, it burned cleanly, leaving nothing behind, and even a wisp of dust was left.

A smile finally appeared on the corner of Horace Slughorn's mouth.

Then he stretched lazily, then lay comfortably on the recliner, and began to "enjoy life" as usual.

...

As for Matthew, he was on his way back to the Slytherin Common Lounge from Professor Slughorn's office.

It was getting late and it was completely dark. You could vaguely see the green moon outside the window, embedded in the black screen-like night sky.

Except for the moonlight, the Hogwarts basement corridor was almost pitch black.

Although it has not reached the point where I can't see my fingers, because the torches on the walls are still emitting a faint light.

Matthew walked slowly, his face a little serious.

In his mind, he was still thinking about what Slytherin's dean and the teacher of the Potions Class, Professor Horace Slughorn, told him a few minutes ago.

"Can you say... there really is a powerful soul attached to yourself?" Matthew murmured to himself.

Just as he was about to pass through a corner ahead, suddenly, he heard a burst of rapid footsteps coming from there.

There was also a somewhat weird sound together with the sound of footsteps.

It's like a person whispering hoarsely and asking for help from others.

Matthew's face changed slightly, he took a few steps back, pulled out his wand and pointed it at the corner ahead-

Just a few seconds later, a twisted face stretched out from the other side of the corner.

Under the glimmer of light from the torch, you can see that this face was flushing extremely red.

The man was crooked, as if he couldn't even walk on the road, and rushed over from the other side of the corner with great difficulty.

"Delix!" Then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

It was Mr. Frank Longbotton, the father of Neville Longbotton, who was behind the previous man, at least not far away.

Matthew finally recognized the person from that weird face:

It was the Aurors, who were also stationed in Hogwarts, like Mr. Longbotton. The Aurors often went to Hogwarts and would often see them during meals in the auditorium.

Mr. Longbottom turned around and glanced at Matthew: "Oh, kid, didn't scare you?"

Delix collapsed on Mr. Longbottom, and a slight snoring sounded.

"Dales likes to drink heavily recently and often makes himself drunk!" Mr. Longbottom explained to Matthew while carrying him.

"Oh," Matthew nodded, "Nothing!"

"I remember you, are you Matthew Wakefield?" Mr. Longbottom looked at Matthew carefully and quickly recognized him: "It's Neville's good friend..."

"Yeah!" Matthew nodded again, "Nevil is my best friend."

"Go back quickly..." Mr. Longbottom pointed to the road behind him, "It's already late, and the lights are going to be turned off soon."

"OK!"

Matthew quickly walked past the two Aurors, and before he could walk a few steps, he had not completely walked out of the corridor-

The footsteps of Delis and Mr. Longbottom sounded again from behind.

Then there was a slightly weird sound.

...

It was not until he returned to the Slytherin Common Lounge and felt the burning fire and the warmth that Matthew breathed a little relieved.

I have to say that there are really a lot of these "unexpected situations" that I encountered tonight.

Matthew went straight back to his dormitory.

However, when I opened the door, I found it was empty inside.

Except for the injured Draco Malfoy, the rest of Nott, Crabbe and Gole were not in the house, and they didn't know what to do.

This is a bit rare. After all, it is getting late now, and it is almost time to turn off the lights.

Moreover, if you think about it carefully, it seems... something is wrong?

Matthew frowned slightly.

But... one thing must be confirmed first.

He sat in his soft armchair, after hesitating for a moment, gently pulled open the drawer-

In the drawer, the ancient, mysterious and familiar book was still lying there quietly.

Matthew took it out and slowly opened it.

The pages of the book are a little hot.

Turning to one of the pages, Matthew picked up a quill on the table, dipped it ink, and wrote on the page:

"You did it?"

The ink shone brightly on the paper for almost a second, then it seemed as if it was sucked in by the paper and disappeared without a trace.

Then, a little ink oozed out of the paper, and finally formed a line of crooked, green handwriting:

"That's right!"

Matthew couldn't help but frown.

He also wrote:

"Why do you want to control me to attack Draco Malfoy?"

Soon, the book replied to him:

"Because, he deserves to die!"
Chapter completed!