Matthew Wakefield stopped and looked up with some confusion.

He suddenly noticed that Professor Horace Slughorn was looking at him with a slightly strange look.

Matthew suddenly felt a little tingling in his scalp.

And the atmosphere of the whole office suddenly became a little subtle.

As the dinner ended, the rest of the Slug Club members left one after another, only Neville Longbottom looked back at Matthew, who had stayed here.

Soon, only Matthew and Slughorn were left.

"What is it about, Professor?" asked Matthew tentatively.

Slughorn didn't answer at first, but he unhurriedly took a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and then put it to his mouth with his fat fingers, took a shallow breath, and sighed for a long time before gently exhaling the smoke in circles......

"You seem to be on good terms with Miss Shafiq?" asked Slughorn casually.

"Yes!" Matthew nodded very calmly, "After all, she is a freshman who is one year below me, making friends with her and showing her some information about Hogwarts is actually what I should do......"

"That's right, of course!" Slughorn nodded hurriedly, and his voice was like a bell: "You're doing the right thing, Matthew!"

Matthew couldn't help but be a little surprised, and the dean's slightly "excited" reaction now......

"In a sense, I have a reluctant request......," Slughorn continued, his tone suddenly slow.

"Professor, just speak. Matthew pressed the confusion in his heart and asked very "enthusiastically".

"Miss Shafiq's father was my favorite student when she was a student at Hogwarts, just as I admire you now, Matthew!" Slughorn began to explain, "and I had her join my club out of some selfishness...... In fact, she didn't live up to my standards!"

"There had been a little accident with her father some time ago, and poor Miss Shafiq must have been devastated...... So Matthew, Miss Shafiq must have a lot of things she is not used to when she first arrives at Hogwarts, and I hope you can take good care of her......" Slughorn continued, "Well, that's it, it's just such a little thing!"

Although he hadn't fully reacted to what the situation was, Matthew had already agreed to it.

"No problem, Professor Slughorn!"

"Then please!" Slughorn formed a cross with his hands in front of his chest.

"That's what I'm supposed to do, Professor!" Matthew said as he quickly bent over.

......

The situation seems to be simpler than expected.

The two teachers and students said goodbye to each other, and Matthew took a few steps in the direction of the door.

Soon, though, he turned around again.

"Speaking of which, Professor Slughorn, I have a question for you, too!" Matthew said calmly, looking into Professor Slughorn's eyes.

"What's the problem, tell me about it!" Slughorn nodded generously.

He sat down in a rocking chair next to him, though the expression on his face looked quite serious.

"I saw it in an idle book during my summer vacation. Matthew said unhurriedly, "The book mentions a magic that can affect a wizard for a short period of time, causing his emotions to go completely out of control and make his brain unable to command his body...... Even, let him use esoteric spells that he can't normally use......"

“...... And all the while, the consciousness has been very clear, and I know exactly what I'm doing!" Matthew continued, "so I'm a little curious about it, Professor...... Do you know what kind of magic this is?"

"Sounds like the Imperius Curse, an extreme magic (dark magic) banned by the Ministry of Magic and known as one of the Unforgivable Spells......" Slughorn muttered, "Oh, no...... Have a clear consciousness and can use more powerful spells...... Merlin's beard, even the Imperius Curse can't do that......"

Horace Slughorn was stunned.

He craned his neck, his body frozen there as if under a petrification spell......

This went on for almost a minute.

At one point, Matthew wondered if Professor Slughorn was suffering from some mental illness.

"Professor?" he asked softly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" the Potions teacher shuddered, the expression on his face a little frightened.

"Matthew, my child...... Where else do you see this magic!" he asked, speaking very quickly.

"I was at the Blotts, on a book that looked a little older......" Matthew replied softly.

"Shhhh

"If your description is correct, then this kind of magic, very, very terrifying......" Slughorn said with a serious face, his voice trembling slightly, "It belongs to one of the most powerful mysterious dark arts......

“...... If this really happens to a wizard, it can only be said that his body has been taken over by another soul!"

"Another soul?" Like Slughorn, Matthew's voice trembled slightly.

"That's right, another soul, similar to a ghost, but a little different......" Slughorn explained as he touched his heart, "Under normal circumstances, only very powerful wizards can completely strip their souls from their bodies with the help of some mysterious side dark magic items, and this scattered soul, if possessed by other wizards, can slowly affect their minds and even manipulate their actions......"

For some reason, according to Slughorn's description, Matthew suddenly thought of the relationship between Quernus Quirrell and Voldemort in the first part of the original book.

Matthew suddenly shuddered at the thought of an ugly, vicious, and fierce face suddenly growing from the back of his head.

......

"Frightened," Slughorn patted Matthew on the shoulder, "don't be afraid, the mystical stuff is usually far away from us...... However, I suggest that you better not read books related to the mystical side, as that will only make you fall deeper and deeper into the ......"

"Hmm!" Matthew squeezed out an ugly smile on his face, and he nodded:

"Then I'll take my leave, Professor Slughorn!"

"Be careful on the road!" Horace Slughorn smiled and waved at him.