As it is an odd-numbered week, there is no "after-school practice" class on Saturday this week.

Perhaps this is a good thing, because Matthew's first two "after-school practices" have more or less encountered some accidents.

He spent most of the weekend in the "Room of Request".

Of course, he didn't look into anything related to the attack...... For a first-year student like him, who was helpless, it was useless to know more, and if there was another attack, all he could do was try to protect himself.

Matthew Wakefield never forgot that he was a student.

The most important responsibility of a student is to learn. Especially in such a magical world, although this magical world does not look like a dark forest alive and weak, Matthew knows very well that he must truly become a powerful wizard no matter what.

The realm of magic is much more profound than you think, and the more you come into contact with it, the more you can feel the depth and vastness of it.

It's much more than just waving your wand or shouting a few spells.

It is not easy to learn and become proficient in any of the spells. It's no wonder that most of the adult wizards in the original books, even those who work in the Ministry of Magic, can't pronounce a decent Iron Armor Spell.

Matthew didn't have to go too far to try to get in touch with the advanced magic. Instead, start with the most basic Transfiguration, Hovering Spells, and Lockpicking Spells, and lay a solid foundation with a solid foundation.

In a sense, there are hardly any people at Hogwarts who are more diligent than Matthew Wakefield. Not even Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw.

......

On Sunday afternoon, a little after six o'clock, Matthew put down his book and wand.

It was time to leave the Room of Requirement, and later on, he was going to attend Professor Slughorn's dinner.

Matthew walked outside the responsive house, and when he passed by the empty bookshelf on the way, he waved his hand and made a "goodbye" expression.

Walking out of the Room of Requirement, the door behind him quickly turned to a white wall, and on the tapestry opposite, the moth-eaten trolls were still struggling to beat their ballet teachers with wooden sticks, unaware that Matthew had walked away.

As he passed the first corner in front of him, Matthew suddenly heard someone calling his name at the fork in the road on the left.

"Matthew!"

It was Neville Longbottom's voice.

"Hello, Neville. Matthew also said hello to Neville.

"Why are you here?" asked Neville, curious.

The Slytherin common room is in the basement, and it is rare for Slytherin students to come to the eighth floor unless classes are held.

"I've come to Professor Flitwick to ask something. Matthew replied calmly, hiding the matter about the "Room of Request".

Professor Flitwick's office also happens to be on the eighth floor of the castle, near the thirteenth window to the right of the West Tower.

"Alright!" Neville nodded, "I'm getting ready to go to Professor Slughorn's office right now for tonight's party." By the way, he should have invited you too, right?"

"That's right. Matthew replied, "Why don't we go together?"

"Of course, let's go!"

......

The two walked side by side down the marble steps to Professor Horace Slughorn's office in the basement.

I don't know if this was the case, or if it was because of the magic, Slughorn's office was much larger than the average teacher's room.

The décor was also much more ornate, at least in stark contrast to the snowy cave of Professor Rozier's office.

The walls were covered with emerald green, crimson and gold draperies, while the room was lit red by a golden lamp hanging in the centre of the ceiling, and in a distant corner there was a loud singing voice that sounded like a mandolin......

"Neville, Matthew!" as soon as they squeezed through the door, Slughorn exclaimed, "Welcome, very welcome!"

Horace Slughorn wears a tasseled mink hat that matches his velvet coat and is more affluent.

Matthew noticed that he had changed from a surname to a first name.

After welcoming the two into the room, Slughorn went on to talk to an older girl.

There were less than twenty students in the huge office, and it seemed that out of the hundreds of students in all of Hogwarts, not many could get into Slughorn's eyes.

There were two round tables, one of which seemed to be occupied by older students, and the other was almost all younger.

Neville took Matthew and found two empty seats at the junior student's desk and sat down.

Most of the people in the room were almost all unfamiliar faces, and the only one Matthew could recognize was a dark-skinned Hufflepuff student of his grade.

"Honestly, I didn't like the style of the party, but I had to come. After sitting down, Neville whispered in Matthew's ear.

Then he pointed to the dark-skinned Hufflepuff student, "Blais Shabini, you should know ...... His family was rich, and his mother, well, was a very famous witch. She has been widowed six times, and each of her deceased husbands has left her a large inheritance. ”

"Of course, so do I!" Neville said with some self-deprecation, "It was because my parents were veteran Aurors of the Ministry of Magic that Slughorn invited me. ”

"Good evening, Longbottom!" At that moment, a loud grinning voice suddenly came from behind them.

He was a big, thick-haired boy who looked slightly older than them.

"Hello, Cowmike. Neville greeted him as he introduced Matthew, "This is Gryffindor sophomore Cow Mike McLagan." ”

Matthew also had some impressions of the name, and his father seemed to be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello!"

"Cowmike, this is new to the club, Matthew Wakefield, Slytherin first-year. ”

Matthew stood up and shook hands with Cowmike McLagan.

"It's not easy for a first-year student to join the club!" McLagan complimented.

But as he opened his mouth closely, Matthew and the others suddenly smelled a very heavy smell of garlic.

Neville couldn't help but cover his nose, and Matthew frowned.

Looking at their expressions, McLagan pretended to be deep and said, "I suggest that you eat more garlic recently, or else ......"

He snorted a few times, then sat down on Neville's other side.