Matthew Wakefield couldn't believe what was happening now!

I went to the library for a long time, and several roommates in the dormitory suddenly came to meet a wave of "group annihilation".

Four people, one life and death are uncertain, and three are insane.

If it were normal, Matthew might have sympathized with them.

But since it is known from Professor Rozier, these four men were "destroyed" by the book when they were about to stuff Gingaron into their suitcases and then frame themselves for stealing...... The only remaining bit of the heart of the Virgin Mary in my heart was also directly left behind.

Of course, none of this matters.

What's more, that weird book is now gone!

Matthew tentatively searched the dorm room for a while...... Not on the shelves, not under the bed, not in the suitcase.

All in all, there is no trace of it.

It stands to reason that in the event of such an accident, Professor Slughorn, the head of Slytherin, would have carefully searched the area around the dormitory.

If this book had been here, he would have found it.

So at least temporarily, I got rid of that book!

What is this? Is the limit one for four?

Or is it more appropriate to exchange zero for five?

Anyway, I said that I earned it by blood.

Alone in the empty dormitory, Matthew was in a rather happy mood.

He even hummed a little tune while writing that vampire essay.

Even the sound of the waves that came from time to time outside the window was now lighter.

......

The next day was Monday.

When Matthew came to the auditorium and handed over a few of last week's course papers to Slytherin's prefect, Garma Farley—

In an instant, he was almost surrounded by many senior students.

Apparently everyone has heard that a Slytherin boys' dormitory has been attacked by extreme magical objects, resulting in four students being injured.

On the weekend of the first week of school, there was such a big news!

And Matthew has been "welcomed" like never before.

Because he was the only "survivor" in the boys' dormitory.

Although he didn't like it.

At breakfast, while stuffing food into his mouth, he had to tell the senior students of various colleges around him again and again that he had no idea what was going on in the dormitory at that time, and he didn't know what was going on......

"Sorry...... I don't know...... I don't understand ......," he kept saying in a triple.

However, there has always been an endless stream of students coming and going, batch after batch.

It wasn't until he had finished his breakfast and hurried to the Transfiguration class that he got rid of them.

The door to the Transfiguration classroom was locked.

This is normal, after all, it is almost forty-five minutes before the start of class.

Matthew knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response.

He increased his force a little more and shouted, "Professor Troka, are you there?"

Then, he waited at the door for about a minute or two—

The door to the Transfiguration classroom was finally opened.

At the same time, Matthew saw Professor Troka again, his pale, haggard face.

......

"Wakefield?" Professor Troka looked slightly nervous, pursed his mouth tightly as he spoke.

After opening the door, he turned his back to Matthew, and at the same time lowered his head slightly, as if wiping his mouth: "You came early today, I'm sorry I was reading your paper on turning matches into needles, and I didn't hear your knock on the door." ”

"Nothing, Professor...... It's just that I'm too irritable in the auditorium to stay!" Matthew sighed as he calmly looked around the Transfiguration classroom.

On the marble floor next to the podium, a few drops of fresh blood can be clearly seen.

At the same time, around the bloodstains, there were still a few chicken feathers lying quietly.

Matthew quietly looked away from his gaze, sat down, and took out the Elementary Transfiguration Guide and wand.

While Matthew was looking down at the book, Professor Troka seemed to have "cleaned up" a little.

At least the whole classroom has become much cleaner.

"I've heard what happened in your dormitory. Then he walked over to Matthew and sat down in a seat next to him.

The two sat face to face, and as he spoke, a faint smell of blood suddenly came to his nose.

"In fact, when I was in the auditorium, everyone was eager to learn more about the matter from me. Matthew shrugged: "Although I don't know anything about it. ”

"Young man, always full of curiosity about many things!" Professor Troka said with a smile, "but don't worry, Professor Rozier is also very deep in extreme magic, and she will definitely not allow this to happen again." ”

Next, the two talked about Transfiguration.

Matthew also raised the confusion that arises when reviewing Transfiguration over the weekend.

Professor Troka, on the other hand, began to explain them to him one by one.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the door to the Transfiguration classroom was opened again.

Agnes Lestrange appeared in the doorway, looking at Matthew and Professor Troka in the classroom chatting with some surprise.

"I'm going to get ready for the next class. Professor Troka stood up and said calmly.

Then he walked into the little dark room behind the podium and closed the door.

Agnes still looked at Matthew with an incredulous expression.

"Wakefield?" she walked over.

"Sorry...... I don't know what was going on in the dormitory at the time...... I don't know what's going on......" Matthew said in a thoughtless triplet.

"I'm not asking this!" Agnes said coldly, "You just stayed alone with Professor Troka?"

"yes. Matthew raised his head and blinked slightly, "What's wrong?"

"How dare you ......" Agnes Lestrange's voice gradually lowered, "Don't you ......understand after Professor Rozier's last Friday's lesson?"

"Understand, what?" Matthew spread his hands, "I really don't understand, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Are you an idiot...... Professor Troka, he's ......" Agnes almost growled.

But Matthew held out a hand to stop her from continuing.

"Miss Lestrange, if you're wondering how I turned matches into needles last week. Matthew said slowly, "I think now I can explain a little bit to you!"