Looking at the four people standing at the door, Matthew Wakefield's mood almost did not fluctuate.

In fact, whether it's Draco Malfoy, or Theodore Noether, or Crabbe and Goyle...... Matthew never really saw them as his "friends" in this world.

For Matthew, the four of them are very different from Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom.

From the time of the Hogwarts Express, both Hermione and Neville truly regarded Matthew as a "friend", all the while.

The Malfoys and the others, who had been treating Matthew as an "alternative" when he first joined Slytherin House a year earlier, had not changed their attitude towards themselves until after the book had attacked them......

In a sense, what binds them together is not "friendship", but "fear" or interest.

Therefore, when Malfoy was so frightened that he directly "confessed" to him, Matthew was only slightly shocked, but it was not strange at all.

And what really shocked him was not Malfoy's behavior, but the reason that the book said earlier, which was actually this......

Looking at the four frightened "bear children", Matthew just said coldly:

"Come in, close the door!"

......

Matthew didn't know what his impressions were of the four roommates.

Scary, perhaps!

But he didn't mind, making their impression a little more impressive.

"Tell me about it," he said blandly, "your specific plan?"

As he spoke, he took out his wand and slowly "played" with it in his hand, looking nonchalant.

Malfoy and Nott looked at each other, his eyes full of horror.

"It was Malfoy who brought it up!" Theodore Knott hesitated for a moment, then chose to "betray" his friend:

"Malfoy found us at the end of the summer holidays...... He told us that for us noble pure-blood wizards, let a ...... Let a ...... Let a ...... It is our shame to ride on our heads, to be the leader of the whole dormitory......"

Noether still didn't dare to say that word after all.

"Just tell me about your specific plans," Matthew said lightly, "I'm not interested in what you think or discuss. ”

"We're ......," Nott hesitated for a moment.

Malfoy on the side had already preemptively replied, "We're going to go to Professor Slughorn and steal some living hell potion......"

Living Hell Decoction is a very effective sleeping pill, so it is also named "Life and Death Water". At the same time, it is a very advanced potion, and under normal circumstances, it would take at least a sixth grader to make it smoothly......

Matthew frowned slightly, but didn't speak.

“...... Then, find a night...... It was scheduled for tonight...... At dinner, we take advantage of your inattention, and then secretly add a live hell decoction to pumpkin juice to trick you into drinking it...... Before the drug attack, we try our best to trick you into going to the prize showroom, and after the drug attack and you fall asleep, we will secretly put you in the corner of the prize showroom and hide ......"

Draco Malfoy's voice sounded more and more shaky.

“...... Depending on the amount of Living Hell Potion, you will not wake up until at least the lights go out...... And then...... Then we'll go and tell Mr. Pringer secretly......"

Malfoy shuddered, not daring to say any more.

Next, it was Vincent Crabbe's turn to speak:

"Draco has been ingratiating himself with Mr. Pringer this week, and he has brought him several small and delicate gifts from home...... Even his Light Wheel 2001 broomstick was given to Mr. Plinger...... Because, Mr. Plinger is a Quidditch fanatic......"

"Pretty atmospheric, Draco?" Matthew said with a sneer.

Crabbe was too frightened to continue talking.

Gregory Gower looked around timidly, "We'll inform Mr. Pringer after we've hidden you in the prize showroom...... Mr. Pringer will rush there when the lights go out, and then catch you for violating the school rules and scurrying around the castle after the lights are out...... Then ......"

After a pause, he continued, "We'll prove that you often don't live until after lights-out time...... For this reason, Mr. Pringer can apply to Headmaster Rozier to expel you from Hogwarts...... Or at least, a long period of confinement......"

Goyle finally finished, gasping for air.

All four of them lowered their heads as they secretly raised their gaze to observe Matthew's expression.

......

It's a pretty simple plan, and the details are a bit naïve.

After all, the four guys in front of him are just twelve-year-old "bear children...... It's just a little bit of scheming.

Even if the book hadn't created a single "accident" to stop the project, and they had succeeded in carrying it out, it would have been difficult to achieve its original purpose.

Matthew didn't think that a single Mr. Pringer could expel him from Hogwarts...... He still has such a little self-confidence.

It's just that if you are really caught blatantly violating the school rules, then you will definitely have to suffer a lot.

"Draco!" Matthew ignored the others, instead looking directly at Draco Malfoy.

Obviously, Malfoy is the real "real murderer", and the other three are just his accomplices.

"I don't think I've done too much to you, it's worth your revenge on me with such behavior......" Matthew said lightly, and at the same time, his voice was extremely harsh.

Matthew's left hand was only holding the wand in his hand, as if he was in a slightly worse mood and was about to throw out a spell.

"Well, give me an explanation?" Matthew continued.

Malfoy's face at this time was extremely pale and extremely ugly.

"It's me who was confused...... Matthew...... My fault...... I'm sorry...... Forgive me......" he said in fits and starts.

Matthew suddenly pointed the wand in his hand at him: "Say, who gave you the idea?"

"Yes...... It's my dad," Draco Malfoy whispered, "the idea, he taught me ......"

......

Matthew seemed to be silent for a long time.

The other four waited with some trepidation.

Finally, Matthew spoke again: "What about the living hell potion you stole and give it to me." Such a dangerous thing cannot be kept on you!"

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a small glass bottle from his pocket......