As September drew to a close, a sudden cold snap struck Hogwarts Castle.

A cold began to spread between the teachers and the students, keeping Madam Pomfrey extremely busy.

She had to commission Professor Slughorn, the Potions teacher, to concoct a pick-me-up that could prevent colds and distribute it to the younger students.

It's just that students who drink this refreshing potion will keep smoking out of their ears and noses.

So much so that the Slytherin common room is now smoky and hazy all day......

......‘

There were more people in Matthew's bedroom.

Theodore Noether left the hospital first, followed by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Gower.

Matthew was more deliberate and kept a certain distance from them.

What happened between Prevent and that night with Nott reappears again, and then scares them back to the school hospital once again.

If that happens a few more times, maybe someone will suspect you.

It's not a hassle. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle had any intention of dealing with Matthew. Even Noether seems to have forgotten what happened that night.

Time passed day by day......

Soon, it's another Saturday, and it's coming.

This time, the Slytherin first-year boys had to do their second "after-school practice" with the Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn. Of course, for the three people except Matthew, it was only the first time.

At half past eight on Saturday morning, four boys, who had just finished breakfast, arrived at the door of the Potions classroom on time.

Knott knocked on the door first, but there was no response.

Then Crabbe and Goyle took turns to play and knocked the door, and the poor little iron door was slightly knocked out of shape.

However, Professor Slughorn still didn't come out.

A few people had to wait here......

Nearly ten minutes later, the Slytherin prefect, Garma Farley, came from the auditorium in a hurry.

"Professor Slughorn has a cold, too!" she explained, gasping for breath, "He asked me to inform you......"

"So, this 'after-school practice' has been canceled?" Noether suddenly looked happy: "Can we go back?"

"Of course not. Miss Farley shook her head regretfully, "Mr. Pringer is short of manpower, so you have been temporarily transferred to that group. ”

......

There is no doubt that this is pretty bad news.

After all, almost no one in Hogwarts Castle would like Mr. Plinger, and the Slytherin boys were no exception.

The rain of bullets crackled on the windows of the castle, and the sound was incessant.

It was raining heavily outside the window, the sky was cloudy, and thunder rang out from time to time.

At the same time, the four boys dragged their heavy steps to the fourth floor of the castle, Mr. Pringer's office.

It was a low hut with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling and a foul smell all around. The most conspicuous place in the house is a kennel, which is Mr. Tang's residence.

Not like the legend, full of chains, handcuffs and whips......

There were already a few boys waiting here, all first-year Gryffindors.

The relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor has always been very poor, and they basically ignore each other. Only Matthew said hello to Neville.

A dozen or so boys waited for a while, and suddenly, the barking of dogs came from afar.

Mr. Tang, the golden retriever, came out of nowhere and glared at the first-year students.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Pringer also came.

He first fed Mr. Tang some dog food, then looked at the students in front of him and stretched out his hand to count.

"Enough people......" he muttered to himself.

"You big guys, go to the prize showroom and wipe down the trophies!" he pointed to Ronald Weasley of Crabbe, Goyle and Gryffindor, "Mr. Don will take you there!"

The golden retriever, who was still munching on dog food over there, quickly wagged his tail.

"And the three ......of you," and this time, Mr. Pringer called on Matthew, as well as Neville Longbottom and Harry Evans of Gryffindor, "Professor Rozier needs someone to help her clean up her office!"

Then Mr. Pringer looked at the three of them a few more times, and said viciously, "You better not be lazy, I will know what you are doing...... Also, Professor Rozier doesn't like people messing with her things, so don't blame me for not warning you!"

With that, he pointed to a pile of housekeeping items in the corner.

......

The three men shouldered brooms, mops, and buckets, and left Mr. Plinger's cabin.

"Matthew, why are you here too?" asked Neville Longbottom, leaning closer to Matthew's side.

"We were supposed to go to Professor Slughorn's for an 'after-school practice'. Matthew shrugged, "But Professor Slughorn is sick, and it happens that Mr. Plinger is short of people, so ......"

"You're out of luck. Neville couldn't help but sigh.

"Anyway," Matthew asked, ...... puzzled, "Do wizards need people to clean up?"

"Theoretically, yes, but it's more troublesome. Neville explained, "That's why most wizards are reluctant to do this, preferring to leave it to house-elves...... Professor Rozier, on the other hand, is said to be reluctant to let house-elves into her office. ”

"I see!" Matthew echoed as he glanced at Harry Evans, who was walking with his head bowed.

To be honest, he is quite interested in this "protagonist" in the original book...... It's just that before, I haven't found an opportunity to communicate.

After hesitating for a moment, Matthew took the initiative to speak, "Hello, Evans!"

Evans raised his head a little timidly, glanced at Matthew, and said in a small mosquito-like voice, "You...... Hello ......"

After speaking, he hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Ahem!" Neville coughed lightly, and he explained, "Evans has a more introverted personality...... I don't like to communicate with people very much. ”

"Oh. Matthew nodded.

At the same time, I thought to myself...... If it was James Potter's son, surely he wouldn't be such an introvert, would he?

Matthew thought as he unknowingly arrived at the bathroom on the second floor.

They filled barrels and basins with water, and hobbled to the vice-principal's office.