With the parchment in hand, Matthew returned to his empty bedroom.

He opened his History of Magic textbook and reviewed Professor Basshat's lesson on Merlin and Morgana in the previous class.

Then I opened "Standard Spells: Elementary" and previewed the content related to "Hover Spells".

This is also the spell they will learn in tomorrow's Charms class.

Time passed like this, minute by minute.

Almost an hour later, the door to the dormitory suddenly opened.

Theodore Knott, humming a ditty, walked in.

Matthew looked up, and the two men looked at each other a little awkwardly.

"Hello!" Matthew took the initiative to greet.

The other party was stunned, and then, he also nodded.

......

Even Professor Rozier had described to Matthew yesterday afternoon what had happened in this dormitory.

But she's just guessing after all.

So for Theodore Knott in front of him, Matthew is also slightly interested.

He closed the textbook in front of him and walked over to Nott......

"Notte!" he asked enthusiastically, "can you tell me what happened here yesterday afternoon?

As soon as he found out that there was another audience, Knott was immediately interested again.

Although because of yesterday afternoon's incident, he is still a little frightened.

But whenever someone asks, he is still happy to tell the story of his adventures in detail.

"I was working on my Transfiguration thesis when Draco, Vincent, and Gregory suddenly gathered around your bedside, not knowing what to do. The eleven-year-old boy exclaimed:

"But I'm bothered by the relationship between matches and needles, so I don't bother with them...... But at this moment, we heard a loud 'bang', and the door of the dormitory suddenly opened, and a terrible figure appeared to us, he looked like a skeleton, very eerie......"

As he spoke, his story began to take a strange direction.

“...... Draco let out a scream before he knocked him to the ground. Vincent and Gregory tried to pounce, but were quickly knocked out as well. Soon, I'll be the only conscious person left in the dorm, Wakefield, you can imagine that situation!"

As she spoke, Theodore Knott began to get more and more excited.

Matthew understood that the memories that Noether could have would probably end up with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle surrounding his suitcase...... The rest of the wonderful "adventures" were all made up by his own brain.

But Knott still kept talking:

"I was calm, one might even say extremely calm. When I saw the dark wizard aiming his wand at my head, I judged with great calm that it was too late to dodge left or right......"

“...... So I slid a sliding shovel and swiped under him, and his spell almost grazed my scalp and hit my favorite vase, and then I heard a loud 'bang'......"

“...... Wakefield, you should understand how much I loved that vase, and when it was shattered, I immediately became extremely angry!"

"Wizards and wizards cannot be generalized, and in my furious state, I suddenly thought of what Professor Flitwick had said in class...... What's that called hanging?"

"Hover Charm?" Matthew added for him.

"That's right, Hover Charm!" Nott nodded hurriedly, "I fell under the dark wizard's crotch, leaned back in place, and then pulled out my wand and cast that hover charm, and the dark wizard flew up like the feather in the Charms class......"

Matthew suddenly felt that his friend had a talent for writing novels.

"And then?" he asked, with interest.

And then ...... And then...... Then ......" Nott's voice began to become more and more hoarse, more and more slurred.

"What's wrong with you?" Matthew realized that something wasn't quite right with the other party.

And then ...... It's still here!" said Theodore Nott, suddenly shuddering.

......

"What did you say?" Matthew stood up abruptly, his face changing suddenly.

"It's still here...... It's still here...... It never leaves......" Noether seemed to reply to Matthew, as if talking to himself.

"Calm down, Noether!" Matthew exclaimed.

"It never left...... Never leave ......" but Theodore Nott trembled violently like a sheep, and his voice began to become weaker and weaker: "Won't leave ......"

"Theodore?" Matthew walked up to him, "What do you mean by 'it', is it a ......?"

"Please...... Don't kill me...... Please...... Spare me......" Nott suddenly hugged his head hysterically and wailed, "I beg you...... I'm scared...... I don't want to die...... Mom...... Mom...... Mommy ......"

Matthew's face became extremely ugly.

And at the behold, Knott could get out of control at any time.

Just as he was about to go outside and call someone—

Nott suddenly turned around and glanced at him.

As if he had seen some indescribable monster, the eleven-year-old boy in front of him let out a terrible scream.

Then he fainted.

......

A quarter of an hour later, at the school hospital.

Several Slytherin students gathered around the bed, including, of course, Matthew Wakefield.

Madam Pomfrey scrutinized the boy in the hospital bed, then shook her head a little angrily.

"It's just a little irritated, nothing else. Madam Pomfrey puffed up and said, "Did anyone tell him about what happened yesterday afternoon?"

Several Slytherin students looked at each other, and finally it was Prefect Gamma Farley who stepped forward:

"Uh...... Nott has been talking to others about what happened yesterday afternoon since he left the hospital yesterday......"

"This idiot, I warned him when I was about to leave the hospital, try not to think about it. Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "Alright, it's okay, you can go." ”

"Noether...... Is he alright?" Matthew couldn't help but whisper.

"It's fine, no problem at all. It's just that I won't let him out until the end of the week!" Madam Pomfrey gestured to the boys as she covered the quilt with them:

"Walk quickly, don't disturb the rest of the patients!"