Looking at the gift box in front of him, looking at the book that appeared in front of his eyes again.

Matthew laughed a little wildly.

It wasn't because of any fear, but because he was genuinely happy at this moment.

Even a little excited.

"You think I'm going to be scared?" Facing the book in front of him, Matthew seemed to be talking to himself, "Haha, let me tell you, you can be said to be the best Christmas present I have ever received!"

As he spoke, he stood up.

He now found his dragonskin gloves in the cupboard, and then took out Theodore Nott's dragonskin suit.

After arming himself with all his clothes, he returned to the gift box.

Matthew smiled and said, "It's Christmas! What does that mean, it means Professor Grindelwald will be at Hogwarts...... Usually on holidays, the principal goes back to school!"

“...... So guess what would happen if I gave you to Professor Grindelwald?"

Truth be told, Matthew is tired of being like this now, and the days of hiding and hiding with this book. Especially recently, after one bad thing happened one after another.

Now that he had such an opportunity today, he was fully interested in giving the book to Gellert Grindelwald...... See what the most powerful wizard in all of Europe is going to do!

If even the Headmaster of Hogwarts can't solve it, then it's all over for all!

......

In the bedroom, it was as if a breeze was blowing.

The book was shaking slightly, as if trying to stop Matthew's actions.

However, Matthew was unmoved, and after putting on the dragon skin protective suit neatly, he put on his gloves again.

Suddenly, the book in the gift box suddenly opened!

For the first time, Matthew was able to see the book for what it really was......

The yellowed paper in the book was completely blank, and there was not a word on it.

Immediately after, at a speed visible to the naked eye, two letters appeared on it:

"Don't!"

A crooked, somewhat mysterious-looking font with an eerie green color.

"If you don't want it, don't you, then wouldn't I be very shameless?" said Matthew with some contempt.

Then, he reached out and began to grab the gift rope...... It's just that because of the dragon skin gloves, they are not very flexible, and it is more troublesome to catch.

And at this moment, on the blank paper, another line of green words appeared:

"I have no ill will towards you!"

"Go talk to Professor Grindelwald about that!" Matthew had already picked up the gift rope and put the gift box back up, "I hope he can believe you!"

Matthew looked a little excited.

Because judging by the reaction to this book, it seems that it is a little intimidated by Grindelwald.

That's right!

Matthew felt that it was time for him to go to the venerable headmaster.

......

With the gift box in hand, Matthew made his way to the common room.

Agnes Lestrange happened to be passing by too, and she was getting ready to go out.

Matthew's strange outfit quickly caught her eye.

"Why are you dressed like this?" asked Lestrange with a strange expression.

"Uh......" Matthew could only explain casually: "It's too cold...... That's why I wear more ......."

Apparently this was an unconvincing reason, at least not for Miss Lestrange.

But then, her gaze shifted to the gift box in Matthew's hand.

"Who are you going to give a gift to?" she asked faintly, "To Granger?"

"It's a gift for Headmaster Grindelwald......" Matthew replied bluntly, not lying.

"Bad excuses!" Miss Lestrange said coldly, and she walked out of the common room without looking back.

"Obviously that's the truth!" Matthew couldn't help but mutter.

Just as he was about to walk out of the stone gate—

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong!

The gift box in his hand suddenly became lighter in an instant.

He shook it quickly, but there was no sound...... It's as if there was only one box left.

Matthew hurried to the fireplace and ripped the gift rope again.

Sure enough, the Christmas gift box was empty at this moment.

"Damn!" Matthew muttered.

Then, with some anger, he threw the gift box into the burning fireplace.

......

There is no doubt that the plan to give a gift to the principal has been ruined.

The mysterious book once again took the initiative to leave his side.

Where will it go? Will it go back to the Room of Requirement? Or will it go elsewhere in the castle.

I just hope that it is as far away from me as possible!

Matthew returned to his bedroom and took off his thick dragon skin hazmat suit and dragon skin gloves.

What's next...... Go on to Principal Grindelwald?

Without physical objects, he may not be able to believe in himself.

Even if he believed himself, maybe he would think that he was possessed, as Slughorn said at the beginning, and then kill himself directly?

Matthew finally walked out of the Slytherin common room with some trepidation, this time, of course, to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

......

It's just that when he passed by the Potions classroom, a stout figure walked up to him and almost collided with Matthew.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pringle!" Matthew quickly apologized to the castle keeper.

"Wakefield?" the hunky Mr. Pringer glanced Matthew up and down.

"Yes, sir!" Matthew nodded.

"I was looking for you!" Mr. Pringer turned and strode over to Matthew.

At the same time, he pulled something out of his pocket: "This thing should be yours, right?" I found it at the staircase on the second floor, and the cover had your name, age, and academy written on it. ”

Matthew remembered that next to the staircase on the second floor was Mr. Plinger's office.

And now, all he could vaguely see, was a book in Mr. Pringer's hand.

Then, before Matthew could react, Mr. Pringer had slapped him on the head a few times with the book.

"Don't lose anything in the future!" said Pringer viciously.

At the same time, he slipped the book into the pocket of Matthew's robe, and then Mr. Pringer walked away.

......

Matthew Wakefield's whole body was already stuck there.

His body trembled slightly.

He lowered his head and looked into his pocket.

That's right...... I wasn't mistaken just now......

It was the mysterious book again, and after only a few minutes, it was back to itself, to its pocket.

And just ten seconds ago, it had a close contact with its own brain.

"Merlin's beard!" he cried softly.