Matthew's face changed slightly.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Tang should have taken Crabb, Gole and Ronald Weasley to the prize showroom.

The prize showroom is much larger than Professor Rozier's office, and it takes at least several times more time to clean up there.

And now my own side is just finished.

So, does Mr. Tang suddenly have such a strange reaction mean...

Matthew suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor full of courage, threw down the broom in his hand and ran to the place where the sound was heard.

Harry Evans followed without hesitation.

But Matthew stood there a little awkwardly and was stunned for a while.

He sighed helplessly, and he had to follow him.

After all, if something really happens, staying here alone will make it easier to cause suspicion!

...

Soon, they found Mr. Tang at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor.

There are still many students around, although they are backing a little bit.

Although "Mr. Tang" was fierce in the past, he always knew how to be sensible and almost never hurt people.

But now, it is like a mad dog with rabies, biting it whenever it sees.

Several students have been bitten by it and have been killed.

Mr. Pringer has also come to hear the news and is trying to subdue it—

It’s a pity that Mr. Tang seemed to be in a state of disagreement with his relatives, and grinned at its owner, and barked wildly irritably.

"Tang...Tang...Tang..." Mr. Pringer called out his beloved dog's name.

But the only response to him was the barking of dogs.

Pringer looked a little angry, and he shouted: "Donald!"

The golden retriever suddenly shivered, and Mr. Pringer rushed and caught him.

Matthew, who was onlookers, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What's wrong?" Neville looked at him curiously.

"In the Muggle world." Matthew could only whisper: "This is the name of a very famous duck."

"So that's it." Neville nodded.

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead suddenly, as if he had remembered something.

He grabbed Matthew and Evans, bent down, and whispered: "Mr. Tang, it seems that he was in charge of cleaning in the prize showroom with Ron and two of Matthew's friends?"

"It seems." Matthew nodded.

"Oh no!" Neville's face suddenly changed: "What might happen to them is there, let's go and have a look!"

Without saying anything, he grabbed Matthew Wickfell with one hand and Harry Evans with the other, and ran towards the prize showroom.

Matthew was dragged by Neville and could not get out.

In desperation, he had to try his best to keep up with Neville's pace.

"I think we should contact the teacher." While running wildly, Matthew said breathlessly: "If something really happens, we need the teacher's help!"

"You're right!" Neville nodded: "Then Matthew, you're responsible for contacting the teacher, Evans and I will see what the situation is."

This time, he finally let go of his hand.

...

Matthew took a breath, feeling a little glad that he had come up with this idea in a hurry.

If something really happened in the prize showroom, wouldn’t Neville Longbottom take him to give him a head?

I am just a weak and helpless freshman.

He looked around, the teacher's office closest to here... it should be Professor Slughorn?

No, Professor Slughorn is sick...

Then, the nearest one should be Professor Frieve on the third floor.

Matthew turned around and prepared to go to the third floor.

As a result, at the first turn, he collided with a witch head-on.

Matthew climbed up from the ground in a daze-

"Wickfield?" the witch said Leng Bingbing, with a little surprised in her voice.

"Professor Rozier..."

Matthew suddenly realized that he was wrong. Apart from Professor Slughorn, the classroom office closest to here should be Professor Rozier.

"Why are you here?" Professor Rozier asked sharply, frowned.

"Because Mr. Tang suddenly had some accidents and became extremely manic, and he was hurting people at the entrance of the stairs on the first floor!" Matthew quickly recovered from his calmness and explained calmly:

"And when we were in Mr. Pringer's room, we heard that Mr. Tang, Crabb, Goll and Weasley of Gryffindor should be cleaning the prize showroom... Longbottom was worried about an accident in the prize showroom, so he rushed over, and I was about to go find the teacher... Professor Rozier, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Price showroom?" Professor Rozier frowned, but her darkness also eased a little.

"Follow me!" She strode towards the prize showroom, her horse boots stomped on the marble floor, banging.

...

A few minutes later, they arrived at the prize showroom.

To be honest, Matthew Wakefield was surprised.

Crab and Goll, two big guys, collapsed to the ground like dead pigs, and they both fainted.

However, the situation of the two of them is much better than that of Ronald Weasley.

"Ron...Ron..." Neville shouted Weasley's name, with a crying voice in his voice.

Harry Weasley was trembling.

Because Ronald Weasley, the poor Gryffindor boy, has fallen into a pool of blood.

There were only two wounds, and on his neck, it seemed that two small holes were pierced by sharp teeth... There was still blood flowing from the wound, but the blood flow had become very small.

The boy's eyes were still open, but he could not see any vitality. His body was twitching and trembling...

Matthew shook his head gently, and it seemed that what he had guessed before was right, and there was indeed an accident here!

...

In addition to Neville and Evans, Ron also has a wizard around him.

It was a teacher who was holding a magic wand and aimed at Ronald Weasley's wound, seemingly trying to heal the wound.

After hearing the footsteps, the teacher raised his head and showed a pale, haggard, bloodless face.

It's Professor Troca!

PS: 1w recommendation tickets should be another chapter, so I will make up for it tomorrow night!
Chapter completed!