Soon, the Slytherin common room was packed.

It was still early, and everyone was not sleepy, and they began to sit in the soft armchairs in front of the green fire, discussing what had happened.

Matthew wasn't going to join the ranks, but a few of his "friends" had already helped him take his place.

"Matthew, come over here!" Draco Malfoy shouted as he pointed to his position. Crabbe, Goyle, and Noether sat next to them.

Matthew could only walk over and sit in the crowd.

I have to say that in this season when the weather is getting colder, staying by this fire is a special taste.

"I feel like there's another attack!" said a third-year Slytherin girl, "It seems that Professor Grindelwald's deterrence that day didn't mean much!"

"That's impossible!" Someone soon retorted, "It's probably because of some other accident......

"Then what kind of accident did you say?"

“......”

Everyone was arguing eagerly, but Matthew didn't have much of a heart, half-lying in his armchair with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

"Matthew. Draco Malfoy leaned over and whispered, "Have you guessed something?"

Matthew was stunned, and glanced at Malfoy in some surprise.

He hurriedly retorted: "Of course not, it's just that I don't care much about this ......"

“...... Principal Grindelwald is in the school. He calmly asked, "Did Hogwarts encounter anything he couldn't handle before?"

"Never. This time it was Prefect Garma Farley who spoke: "Never before, Headmaster Grindelwald has always been like a god!"

"That's fine!" Matthew continued to close his eyes and recuperate.

"But this time it's different!" continued the third-grader girl, "In just two months, four people have been attacked......

"Didn't the Headmaster be out of Hogwarts when they were attacked!" Farley retorted loudly.

Come on, they started arguing again.

Just when Matthew was a little tired of it, and preferred to stay away from the warm fire and return to his bedroom—

Only a creak was heard, and the door to the Slytherin common room was opened again.

This time, it was a rare visitor.

The Dean of Slytherin House, Professor Horace Slughorn, arrived.

......

Professor Slughorn has always been a rather "fraternal" professor.

Although he was the head of Slytherin, unlike the other three heads, he rarely favored Slytherin students, and many people complained about him to some extent.

But this time, since he came to the common room rarely, everyone had to stand up and shout "Professor".

"Oh, good evening!" Horace Slughorn smiled, and he first glanced at Malfoy:

"Draco, how is your body recovering?"

"Great, Professor, you're fully recovered!" Malfoy replied quickly.

"That's great, it's a shame you didn't even attend a party. Slughorn's gaze turned to Matthew again, "What about you, Matthew...... Are you scared that the Halloween dinner will be interrupted and something like this will happen?"

"I'm not scared at all, Professor, I just haven't had much to eat...... Matthew replied calmly.

Slughorn laughed, and the Slytherin students around him could only smile a little reluctantly.

"It's easy, I'll let the house-elves give you some loose food later!How about roasting quail?" Slughorn patted Matthew and Malfoy on the shoulders affectionately—

At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at everyone.

The tone also changed from the previous cordiality to flatness: "Indeed, there is nothing to be afraid of...... There's a little thing going on in the Forbidden Forest, and Professor Grindelwald has found out the truth, so I'm here to inform you......"

"What the hell is going on, Professor?" asked Malfoy, with some concern.

"Good question, Draco!" Slughorn nodded gently, "It's just a poaching incident......"

“...... Our Magical Beasts Conservation teacher, Professor Kettle Byrne, has raised a group of precious unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and someone is trying to sneak into the Forbidden Forest on Halloween Eve to attack them while all the teachers and students are attending a dinner party in the auditorium......"

"So has the poacher been caught?" asked Matthew, this time.

"President Grindelwald and Professor Kettleburn are catching the murderer, and I don't think he can get far. Slughorn replied.

"And what about unicorns?" asked one girl, with some concern, "Are they alright?"

"Intact!" Slughorn spread his hands, "It's just a little frightened, so I'm afraid you won't be able to touch them again in the future in the protection of magical beasts class......"

"Oh, oops!" the girl looked a little dejected.

Dean Slughorn answered some more questions from the students until he was a little impatient.

"Alright, boys, get ahead early tonight!" he exclaimed.

He then left the Slytherin common room without looking back.

......

"Professor Slughorn!" the dean had just walked out of the stone gate when he heard someone chasing after him.

"Oh, Matthew!" his face was kind, "anything else?"

"Can you tell me the truth...... "Matthew lowered his voice and asked, "Are those unicorns really intact?"

"Well, I know I can't hide it from you, Matthew...... You little ghost!" Slughorn said with a smile, his voice lowered, and his face quickly became serious, "Of course not, one of the unicorns was attacked, and its blood was sucked dry, which is why Professor Kettleburn was so flustered in the first place......"

“...... Merlin's beard, killing a unicorn is a great crime. He was still muttering to himself.

Matthew frowned and continued to ask, "So what did you say before...... The unicorn was a little frightened?"

"Headmaster Grindelwald has decided to send someone to transfer those poor little ones to Austria tonight...... In two months, two unicorns have been killed, and this loss is too heavy!" Professor Slughorn sighed, "Okay, kid, don't worry about this anymore, go back and rest!"

"Okay, thank you, Professor!" Matthew nodded obediently.

When he turned around and returned to the common room, a smile appeared on his lips.