As Matthew left the Potions teacher's office, the entire office fell silent.

Except for the "mess" left over from the two round tables because of the banquet.

However, Professor Horace Slughorn was in no hurry to pack his things.

In fact, Slughorn, who had been smiling and looking faintly scared before, suddenly changed his whole look.

He sat there, his face extremely cold, and even the air began to fill the air with a heavy and oppressive aura.

It was as if the previous smile and panic were just deliberately disguised by him.

Slughorn seemed to think for a moment, and at last he took out a piece of parchment and dipped ink on the quill.

Lowering his head, he began to record something little by little.

In the entire office, only the rustling of parchment could be heard.

After almost a quarter of an hour of sounding, Slughorn finally put down the quill in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

He put the parchment in the envelope and sealed it completely.

Then, he rummaged through his pocket for a few moments, and finally pulled out a strange-looking, "lighter" object.

The nozzle of the lighter is crooked, like a small snake spreading, and the shell of the lighter seems to be engraved with the image of a crooked snake.

Slughorn just twisted the lighter slightly, and the pale green flames suddenly burned in front of him.

This pale green flame really looks a little weird.

Without hesitation, Slughorn reached for the envelope and the parchment inside.

With a bright fire, the entire "letter" burned violently.

Soon, it burned clean, leaving nothing behind, not even a wisp of dust.

The corners of Horace Slughorn's mouth finally appeared with a smile.

Then he stretched lazily, then lay down comfortably on the chaise longue, and began to "enjoy life" as usual.

......

As for Matthew, he was on his way back to the Slytherin common room from Professor Slughorn's office.

It's not early, it's completely dark, and you can vaguely see the blue moon outside the window, embedded in the night sky like a black screen.

Except for the moonlit places, the corridors in the basement of Hogwarts were almost pitch black.

Although it has not yet reached the point where you can't see your fingers, because the torches on the wall are still emitting a faint light.

Matthew walked unhurriedly, his face a little grim.

In his mind, he was still thinking back to what Professor Horace Slughorn, the Slytherin Head and Potions teacher, had told him a few minutes earlier.

"Do you mean...... Is it really a powerful soul attached to oneself?" muttered Matthew.

Just as he was about to cross a corner in front of him, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from that side.

Along with the footsteps, there was a somewhat strange sound.

It's like a person with a hoarse voice, begging for help.

Matthew's face changed slightly, and he took a few steps back, and at the same time drew his wand and aimed it at the corner in front of him—

Just a few seconds later, a distorted face came out from the other side of the corner.

Under the shimmer of the torch, it can be seen that this face is extremely red-

The man scrambled as if he couldn't even walk, and scurried around the other side of the corner with great difficulty.

"Delix!" Then, only a familiar voice was heard, and it suddenly sounded.

It was Neville Longbottom's father, Mr. Frank Longbottom, who was right behind the man before, at least not far away.

Matthew was finally able to recognize the man from that strange face:

Like Mr. Longbottom, the Aurors who were also stationed at Hogwarts. The Aurors were often active at Hogwarts, at least during meals in the Great Hall.

Mr. Longbottom turned and glanced at Matthew, "Oh, kid, didn't scare you, did you?"

Dlux collapsed on top of Mr. Longbottom, and a slight snoring sounded at the same time.

"Dlux has been drinking too much lately, and has often drunk himself so much!" Mr. Longbottom explained to Matthew as he carried him.

"Oooh," Matthew nodded, "nothing!"

"I remember you, you're Matthew Wakefield, aren't you?" Mr. Longbottom took a closer look at Matthew, and quickly recognized him, "Neville's good friend......"

"Hmm!" Matthew nodded again, "Neville is my best friend. ”

"Go back......," said Mr. Longbottom, pointing to the road behind him, "it's getting late, and the lights will soon be out." ”

"Okay!"

Matthew hurriedly walked past the two Aurors, and he hadn't taken a few steps, and he hadn't fully walked out of the hallway—

The footsteps of Delix and Mr. Longbottom sounded from behind them.

Then there was the slightly eerie sound.

......

It wasn't until he returned to the Slytherin common room, feeling the warmth of the blazing fire, that Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.

I have to say that these "unexpected situations" encountered tonight are really a bit much.

Matthew went straight back to his bedroom.

However, when I opened the door, I found that it was empty.

Except for the injured Draco Malfoy, the rest of Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle, none of them were in the house, and they didn't know what they were going to do.

This is a bit rare, after all, it is not early, and it is almost time to turn off the lights.

And, if you think about it, it seems to ...... Something isn't quite right?

Matthew frowned slightly.

But...... Now I need to confirm one thing.

He sat down in his soft armchair, hesitated for a moment, and then gently pulled open the drawer—

In the drawer, the ancient, mysterious, and familiar book still lay quietly there.

Matthew took it out and slowly flipped it open.

The pages were slightly hot.

Turning to one of the blank pages, Matthew picked up a quill pen on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote on the page:

"You did it?"

The ink sparkles brightly on the paper for about a second, and then it seems to be sucked in by the paper and disappears without a trace.

Then, a little ink oozed from the paper, and finally a line of crooked, green handwriting was formed:

"That's right!"

Matthew couldn't help but frown.

He also wrote:

"Why did you control me from attacking Draco Malfoy?"

And soon, the book gave him a reply:

"Because, he deserves to die!"