With the end of the final exams, the bad second year has finally come to an end.

The results of the exam came out quickly, and everyone's scores were generally high this year, but apparently no one cared about that.

Everyone is looking forward to the day when the holiday season will start and then rush to the station.

Obviously, they are all concerned about what happened to the outside world during the months they have been "closed" at Hogwarts.

All channels of communication with the outside world have been shut down, and teachers have kept silent about it, perhaps not knowing what is happening......

......

Matthew, Neville, and Hermione sat on the edge of the Black Lagoon, basking in the sun a little lazily.

Tomorrow is the time to leave Hogwarts, and thankfully, there has been no news of the holiday cancellation until now.

"Matthew!" Neville asked with a serious face, "Are you really not going to my house for the summer vacation?"

"It's not known what's going on out there, it's rumored to be chaotic. I suggest you'd better think about it, it's certainly not safe to be out there alone...... Even Hermione agreed to spend a summer at my house......" he added, his voice full of concern.

"yes!" Hermione nodded.

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"No...... ...... really," Matthew Wakefield whispered.

He looked at the black lake in front of him, which was shining in the sunlight and emitting a dark green light, and his mood suddenly became a little heavy.

"Hey. Neville shook his head helplessly, in fact it was the seventh time this week that he had tried to persuade Matthew, and then he was rejected.

Considering that there will be a Hogwarts Express early tomorrow morning, this should also be the last.

"And you're going to spend the summer there?" asked Hermione with great concern, "Are you going to Diagon Alley like last year?" or ...... Hogsmeade?"

For Muggle-born Hogwarts students, there are only two options as there is no way to return to their Muggle family during the summer holidays...... One is to spend the summer at a friend's house, as Neville had invited earlier, or to go to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade as a temporary worker......

Matthew's eyes suddenly hesitated.

To be honest, this kind of expression doesn't come to him very often.

"I don't know......," he hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly said:

"Maybe we should go to Hogsmeade...... I think Mr. Froome of Duke Honey, and Mr. Rosmerta with two broomsticks should be very welcoming for students to come to them for temporary work......"

"Okay...... Neville and Hermione finally had to resign themselves to their fate.

"Remember to use the owl to get in touch more, there is an owl station in Hogsmeade!" Neville added.

"Of course!"

......

Early the next morning, Matthew Wakefield sent his friends and roommates aboard the Hogwarts Express.

Since he had decided to go to Hogsmeade as a temporary worker, he didn't have to take the train anymore...... After all, Hogsmeade and Hogwarts are only a few miles away, and it's a bit foolish to do something that goes in the opposite direction......

He just needs to make sure to leave the Hogwarts campus with his luggage before it gets dark today, and that's enough...... After all, the Hogwarts campus was closed to the outside world for the entire duration of the bookshelf.

"Good luck to you!" said Matthew with a relaxed expression.

"Good luck, Matthew......" Neville and Hermione both looked worried.

"There's no need for this, it's just a summer vacation...... Don't make it the same as life and death!" Matthew laughed.

Hermione and Neville's faces eased slightly.

The train's whistle sounded, and white smoke erupted into the sky from the front of the train.

The door was about to close, and Matthew took a few steps back......

Just then, Agnes Lestrange walked past Matthew with her luggage.

At the same time, she glared at Matthew with some viciousness......

Matthew certainly knows what this is about...... He smiled helplessly and pretended not to see anything.

The train's whistle grew louder and louder, and after an extremely thick white smoke sprayed into the sky like a vent, it started......

Looking at the figure of the train that was getting smaller and farther away, Matthew began to return the way he came, got into the carriage pulled by Thestrals, and returned to the campus.

The campus is eerily quiet now, with no one left except for the few students and faculty remaining.

Matthew strolled through the silent campus, his mood growing heavier with each step......

......

Finally, Matthew stepped through the empty basement hallway and returned to the empty Slytherin common room.

The luggage has been ready for a long time, and now he can leave at any time.

But before that—

Matthew gently opened the drawer, and the quaint book came into view again.

The book has been sitting in this drawer for more than a year...... Motionless, and nothing out of the ordinary!

Matthew took a deep breath and pulled out a quill from the side.

Dipping some ink and opening the page, he wrote:

"Hello, I'm Matthew, Matthew Wakefield!"

The dark green handwriting appeared in front of Matthew again:

"Hello, Matthew. ”

This time, looking at the handwriting, I can't feel the gloom and horror that I once felt......

I can even vaguely feel a kind of lightness and liveliness.

When you're afraid, even normal things can turn into terrible monsters.

Matthew hesitated for a moment, then wrote again:

"I don't know what your name is?"

For a short time, the handwriting did not appear.

It was as if something had gone wrong, and as if the book was thinking.

More than ten seconds later—

She wrote: "You can call me A· B· D！”

......

A quarter of an hour later, Matthew, having packed up his entire life, left the Slytherin common room, and then the castle.

Lugging his heavy luggage, he walked alone towards Hogsmeade.

However, he did not go directly to the gate, but stopped for a moment on the shore of the Black Lake.

Seeing that there was no one around, Matthew opened his suitcase and took out a bottle from it.

It's a bottle of mead...... Matthew had written to Mr. Rosmerta with two brooms...... Two brooms of Cherovina mead imported from Slovakia, it can be said to be the favorite of Professor Horace Slughorn during his lifetime.

Silently unscrewed the wine bottle, looking at the dark green lake in front of him, Matthew poured a whole bottle of mead into the lake.

Then, he put the mead bottle back in his suitcase.

"Farewell...... he whispered, "my dean!"