The last class on Friday afternoon was still a herbal medicine class.

As Professor Sprout announced the end of class, the second-year Slytherin and Hufflepuff students breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the repetitive process of filling pots with dragon dung to fertilize them.

They left the greenhouse one after another. It also meant that the week-long course was finally over and they had a short break of two days.

Malfoy, Nott, and Crabbe, covered in dirt, rushed to the castle...... They looked anxious and didn't know what they were planning.

As for Matthew, he returned to the common room unhurriedly, and after a brief shower, rushed to the library.

Since it was already the weekend, there were not many students in the library.

Still, a few familiar faces could be found, such as Miss Hermione Granger, who was lying on a desk in the library, seemingly writing a paper......

After greeting a few acquaintances, Matthew quickly disappeared behind the bookshelf.

......

It wasn't until the sky outside the window was completely dark that Matthew took his eyes off the book in his hand.

At this moment, there are no more people left in the library, and it is not too early for the lights to go out.

Matthew hurried back to the Slytherin common room as he returned the book to its place.

The journey was very smooth, except that when he passed by the gate of the castle, he suddenly felt a piercing chill from the bottom of his heart. The chill seeped into his skin, into his chest, and even into his heart......

Matthew quickly quickened his pace, and then glanced at the door with some trepidation.

It was probably at night that the Dementors began to move around the campus...... He thought to himself.

However, when returning to the door of the Slytherin common room, Matthew encounters another "interesting" thing.

A girl who appeared to be very young, wearing a Slytherin robe...... At the same time, she was sitting on the floor with her head tilted and curled up in front of the common room.

When she heard Matthew's footsteps, she quickly stood up and was overjoyed.

"What's going on?" Matthew looked at her in surprise.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him was a little familiar.

"Thankfully, someone has come back. The girl said with a little crying: "I'm sorry, I can't remember what the password is, I can't go back to sleep...... I usually come back with my friends...... I've been out there for almost half an hour......"

It's a bit strange that Matthew is the first time this has happened to him, but it may also be because he usually comes home late.

"The mantra is 'pureblood'. Matthew said: "Pay attention to the bulletin board, it will be written very clearly, and it will only be changed once every two weeks under normal circumstances." ”

As Matthew shouted the command, the serpent on the stone door began to slowly move its position, and the gate opened.

"Thank you. The girl said gratefully, "I will write down every password on a note in the future and bring it with me......"

Matthew couldn't help but be stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to speak, "Actually, I don't recommend you to do this. ”

"Why?" the girl looked at him with some confusion.

"Because if you do that, and then lose that note," Matthew explained, "then all the passwords for the Slytherin common room will be made public...... You should know that it is not allowed to bring students from other houses to our common room and tell them our password. Also, we haven't let outsiders in the common room for 700 years."

"Also, if some outlaws get the password, it can have very bad consequences. Matthew added.

"Uh-huh, I see. The girl nodded hurriedly: "By the way, sir, may I ask what is your name?"

"Wakefield, Matthew Wakefield. Matthew said simply.

"Thank you again, Mr. Wakefield. She politely waved to Matthew.

"My name is Shafiq, Elaine Shafiq!" she said, running in the direction of the girls' dormitory.

Matthew was suddenly stunned.

He finally understood why he thought this girl was a little familiar.

Because she and Mr. Shafiq, the manager of the Blotted Bookstore, do have some similarities in appearance.

Looking down for something, Matthew returned to his bedroom.

......

Early the next morning, Matthew met Miss Elaine Shafiq again.

She was standing at the gate of the castle, peering out, in a daze.

And Matthew looked over and happened to see several dark shadows floating by in the distance.

"Miss Shafiq!" he reminded softly.

The girl seemed taken aback, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Matthew: "Hello, Mr. Wakefield. ”

"What's wrong?" asked Matthew, with "concern," "I see you looking preoccupied." ”

"I saw the Dementors as I passed by," the little girl's voice was rather lost, "and it reminded me of my father...... He's probably in the company of Dementors right now......"

"Your father?" Matthew said in a rhetorical tone.

Then, with some fuss, he suddenly asked, "Could it be your father, Mr. Shafiq, the manager of the Blotted Bookstore?"

"Yes. Elaine Shafiq bowed her head with a little low self-esteem.

"I'm sorry......" Matthew said softly.

The girl seemed to hesitate for a moment, and said with some uncertainty, "Daddy...... He should be innocent......"

"Hmm!" Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you believe him, Mr. Wakefield?" Elaine looked very happy and excited, "my friends all deserve it, and the evidence is conclusive......"

"Maybe someone is to blame!" Matthew said, "I've been to the Blotted Bookstore and had contact with your father, and I don't think he's a bad person......"

"Uh-huh!" the little girl nodded desperately, "there must be a bad guy who is to blame him!"

"Miss Shafiq, then. Matthew made a very concerned expression, "If someone blames him, I think it must be a wizard who is familiar with him...... Usually, who do you keep in touch with your father, this may help him clear his name!"

Elaine's face suddenly showed an embarrassed expression: "This...... I seem to ...... I don't remember much......"

"It's okay, think about it!" Matthew patted her on the shoulder.

"Hmm!" the little girl nodded innocently and romantically.