Ten minutes later, Matthew Wakefield walked up the marble steps and out of Hogwarts Castle.

With the end of the last Defence Against the Dark Arts class, the first week of classes at Hogwarts came to an end.

Although there were still course papers that added up to about five feet, they were still waiting for him to complete them at the weekend.

To be honest, Matthew still likes this kind of life, compact and fulfilling, but not too tired.

Lying in bed every night and thinking about the day's harvest doesn't get much better than that.

......

Walking aimlessly down the stone steps, before he knew it, Matthew slowly walked to the greenhouse, which was located between the castle and the Forbidden Forest.

Actually, he didn't really like the atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, it was too oppressive.

The aquatic creatures outside the bedroom window also make people feel extremely bored.

God knows why the Sorting Hat sent itself to Slytherin?

Obviously, any other house is more suitable for you than Slytherin!

Matthew thought as he looked around.

The air by the greenhouse is fresh and smells of earthy smell. In the sky, the white clouds wandering in the blue sky have been dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sun is gradually approaching the horizon......

Suddenly, Matthew quickly stopped.

There seems to be someone in front of you—

It was two adult wizards, in a corner by the greenhouse, with their backs to Matthew, who seemed to be talking about something.

One of the wizards, wearing dragon skin gloves, was holding a limp dead chicken in his left hand.

Judging from the three iconic prosthetic limbs, there is no doubt that the other party's identity is Hogwarts' Magical Beasts Protection Teacher: Professor Kettleburn.

"This is the third chicken in the last week, and it has been sucked dry!" said Professor Kettleburn, "certainly not a weasel, because none of my birds and snakes have been able to detect the real murderer." Weird, right? What do you think about that?"

"yes, that's weird!" another voice replied calmly, "maybe it's a vampire?"

It was Professor Trolla's voice, and Matthew couldn't help but frown.

"That's what I thought, too, I'll have to talk to Professor Rozier about a nest of vampires migrating from the Forbidden Forest. Professor Kettleburn's voice suddenly became excited, and he waved the prosthetic leg in his hand, "Maybe she can allow me to go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest and take out those guys' lair!"

"Then I may not be able to accompany you, Sivanos. Professor Troka shook his head: "Madame Rozier has always been a little prejudiced against me. ”

"That's her character. Professor Kettleburn replied, "But if you spend a long time with her, you will find that she is actually a very nice person, and you will definitely like her!"

"Probably. Professor Troka said with a smile.

"Then I will take my leave. ”

"Goodbye!"

The two professors in front of them, along different directions, parted ways...... None of the boys in the corner were spotted overhearing their entire conversation.

Matthew looked down in thought as he slowly turned back into the castle.

......

"Wakefield!" was just as Matthew returned to the steps of the castle again, when suddenly a familiar voice shouted his name behind him.

Matthew turned around and saw three familiar faces: Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.

"Malfoy?" said Matthew, looking at his roommate.

The other party's arrogant appearance looked at him arrogantly, as if he had grasped some handle of his own.

"What's the matter?" Matthew continued.

"Hahaha, I've already inquired!" Malfoy laughed and said, "Your parents turned out to be the most ordinary Muggles...... When I asked you at the opening party, you told me that your parents had passed away......

"I was just saying that I don't remember what they looked like, and that's the truth. Matthew replied calmly, "But you're right, they're all Muggles." ”

He was a Muggle-born wizard, and this "secret" was difficult to keep for long, and Matthew knew it well.

After all, there are already several people in Hogwarts, such as Penelope, Neville, and Hermione, who know where they come from, and sooner or later they will also reach the ears of their Slytherin classmates.

He just didn't want to get into trouble with the other Slytherin students because of such a boring thing, after all, Slytherin had always advertised itself as a pure-blood house.

That's why I've been avoiding talking about it.

"I think the Sorting Hat must have mistaken you and Shabini at the time!" Malfoy continued laughing, "How can a wizard of your birth be worthy of the noble Slytherin, you only deserve to go to Hufflepuff!"

"Perhaps......" Matthew nodded, agreeing with the Sorting Hat's mistake.

"That's it?" Looking at Malfoy and his two henchmen who were laughing, he calmly asked back, "Is there anything else?"

"That's goodbye!" he turned, ready to return to the Slytherin common room.

Looking at Matthew's departing back, Draco Malfoy suddenly had a feeling of being offended:

"Stop, you shitty mudblood!"

"Draco...... Draco ...... "As soon as Malfoy's words ended, Crabbe and Goyle couldn't help but let out a panicked cry.

Then, only a "snap" was heard.

Matthew turned around, and then he saw a very interesting scene-

Draco Malfoy fell to the ground while half of his face, swollen high.

It's as if someone slapped this side in the face.

And it's not over yet!

Another "snap".

The other side of Draco Malfoy's face instantly turned red and swollen again.

It was as if someone was wearing an invisibility cloak and was slapping him hard.

"What the hell is going on?" Matthew was a little stunned.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Slap ......after slap, invisibly slap Malfoy's face.

One side, it's very rhythmic.

He tried to lower his head to protect his mouth, but soon an invisible force pulled his head up, and both arms were pulled apart.

"Smack!" was another slap in the face.

Matthew suddenly remembered something...... That's what Principal Grindelwald said at the opening banquet:

"Insulting terms like bastard, mudblood, etc., are strictly forbidden at Hogwarts! ”

Probably after five or six slaps on both sides of Malfoy's face.

This punishment is finally over.

Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly supported Malfoy.

Malfoy, whose entire face was smacked out of his human form, tried to open his mouth, but could not make any sound.

Matthew couldn't help but smile happily and looked at the three people in front of him who were fleeing in a hurry.

He suddenly liked this Hogwarts a little.