The weather can be described as terrible.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, even though it wasn't too late for class, and it was already dark like ink

The basement floor also became a little wet, which made Matthew wonder if his bedroom would be flooded.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be.

He touched the head of the big green serpent and whispered, "High as glory!"

The serpent let go of its bitten tail and squirmed slightly, opening the door to the Slytherin common room.

Unlike the dark outside, the Slytherin common room was bright and cheerful.

The green glow of the fireplace reflected the soft armchairs, where everyone sat reading, chatting and doing homework.

"Good evening, Matthew!" someone took the initiative to greet Matthew Wakefield.

It's been almost a month and a half since I joined Slytherin House, and even some of the senior students are at least familiar with Matthew.

"Good evening!"

While greeting them, he returned to his bedroom.

There were quite a few people in the dormitory this time, which was relatively rare, as Crabbe and Goyle rarely stayed here.

Matthew ignored them and went straight back to his seat, then opened the parchment of the "After-School Practice" content.

It shows that tomorrow (Saturday) they were supposed to attend the after-school practice of the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Rozier...... However, due to Professor Rozier's illness, the "after-class practice" was temporarily cancelled.

That's good news...... Matthew couldn't help but think about the terrible weather outside.

In such bad weather, it's okay indoors, and if they participate in outdoor "after-school practice", they will definitely lose at least one layer of skin.

In addition, there was a note from an owl on the table.

Matthew opened it and saw that it was sent to him by Horace Slughorn—

The note was simple, Slughorn had informed him that the Slug Club's Sunday night meeting had been cancelled indefinitely, and that he would notify him when it would resume.

It was quite normal that two Slytherin students had been attacked after the club, and even though Headmaster Grindelwald had promised that there would be no more attacks, Horace Slughorn would not dare to take that risk again......

Matthew crumpled the note and threw it away.

At this moment, in the dormitory, someone whispered his name-

"Wakefield ......"

......

"Huh?" Matthew Wakefield blinked lightly and looked up.

This voice undoubtedly does not belong to Crabbe, Goyle, or Noether.

Of course, it's also a very familiar sound, and its owner is Draco Malfoy.

When he returned to the dormitory, Matthew didn't notice that Malfoy, the last roommate in the dormitory, had returned.

Draco Malfoy was taken to the hospital after being attacked by a mysterious magical object on his first weekend of school, and now in mid-August, he was finally able to get out of the hospital and continue his "normal" life.

"Hello!" Matthew whispered, glancing at Draco Malfoy.

The boy, who had usually been pale, became even more haggard after this "catastrophe".

Matthew saw him for the first time, as if he had seen Professor Troca.

And from Malfoy's eyes, Matthew sensed an emotion - that was "fear"!

In fact, this kind of emotion was also seen in the eyes of Noether, Crabbe, and Goyle. It's just that the three of them seem to be far less "deep" than Draco Malfoy's fear of themselves.

The two boys looked at each other like this, and neither of them spoke.

"Is there anything wrong, Malfoy?" asked Matthew faintly.

He didn't give Draco Malfoy a good look, although the other party had been in the school hospital for more than a month and had some relationship with him, but he did not forget what the other party "did" before entering the school hospital......

Malfoy's face seemed to struggle for a moment—

"I'm sorry......," he whispered.

"Oh?" this time, it was Matthew's turn to be a little surprised: "What's going on?"

If Draco Malfoy now raised his fist and wanted to take revenge on himself, Matthew might still feel normal, but now Matthew is not afraid of the other party at all...... He could pull out his wand and give Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle a petrification charm at any time, and a student who barely attended any classes, plus two of the class's notoriously crane tails, would certainly not be his opponent.

"I'm sorry......" Malfoy stammered, "I was ...... ...... in the afternoon."

He recounted what he had done before, as it was.

His general behavior was basically the same as what Principal Rozier and Matthew had said that afternoon.

"I'm so sorry!" said everything, and Malfoy seemed to relax a little.

But he still looked at Matthew very nervously...... Or rather, not nervousness, but fear.

Seemingly hesitating for a moment, he bent down towards Matthew.

Crabbe and Goyle, the two big men, also hurriedly walked to Malfoy's side and bent down towards Matthew together, their movements looking a little funny.

Noether, on the other side, also seemed to be a little unable to sit still...... He also trotted over and joined the three.

"Well, I know all about it. Matthew said blandly.

He didn't get carried away and showed any "excitement" about it.

"So...... Do you know what happened that day?" he asked, looking at Malfoy, somewhat casually.

"I don't know......" Draco Malfoy shook his head, "I don't remember anything...... When I think about that afternoon, I just feel terrible...... It's horrible, very, very scary......"

"Does that have anything to do with you, Wakefield?" he asked in a whisper.

"Maybe!" Matthew shrugged, "I don't know. ”

"So...... Can you forgive us?" Draco Malfoy asked again, looking at Matthew expectantly.

Matthew did not answer the question directly: "The time that has passed, shall it pass...... Alright, I'm going to write my Transfiguration homework!"

The other four boys hurriedly shrank back in amusement.

......

Matthew Wakefield pulled out letterhead, ink, and quills.

He sighed a little emotionally-

What kind of descent theory is nothing more than a pretense...... Respecting the "strong" and following the "strong", I'm afraid this is the real connotation of Slytherin's "ambition"!

He suddenly understood why Tom Riddle, who was born in an orphanage and was just a half-blood, was finally able to become the "Dark Lord"!