Matthew Wickfell stopped and raised his head with some confusion.

He suddenly realized that Professor Horace Slughorn was staring at him with a slightly weird look.

Matthew suddenly felt a little numb from his scalp.

The atmosphere of the entire 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 was staying here.

Soon, only Matthew and Slughorn were left.

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

Slughorn did not answer immediately, but saw him slowly take out a cigar from his pocket, ignite it, then put it on his mouth with his fat fingers, take a slight breath, and it took him a long time to gently spit out a circle of smoke...

"You seem to have a good relationship with Miss Shafik?" Slughorn asked casually.

"Yes!" Matthew nodded calmly: "After all, she is a freshman who is inferior to me. She is a friend of her and takes her to learn about some of the situation in Hogwarts. Actually, I should do..."

"Yes, of course!" Slughorn nodded quickly, and his voice was like a loud bang: "You're doing it right, Matthew,!"

Matthew couldn't help but be surprised, and was a little "excited" reaction to the dean's current...

"In a sense, I have a reluctance to ask..." Slughorn continued, his tone of speaking suddenly becoming slow.

"Professor, just speak." Matthew asked "passionately", suppressing his inner confusion.

"Miss Shafik's father was the student I admire most when he was studying at Hogwarts; just like I admire you now, Matthew!" Slughorn began to explain, "I asked her to join my club out of some selfishness... In fact, she did not meet the standards I thought!"

"Some time ago, there was a little accident with her father, and poor Miss Shafik must have been hit hard... So Matthew, as a freshman, Miss Shafik must have many things that she is not used to when she comes to Hogwarts. I hope you can take good care of her..." Slughorn continued, "Well, that's it, there are only such small things!"

Although he had not fully realized what was going on, Matthew agreed in his mouth.

"No problem, Professor Slughorn!"

"Then please!" Slughorn synthesized his hands on his chest to form a cross.

"This is what I should do, professor!" Matthew said quickly.

...

The situation seems to be simpler than expected.

The teacher and student said goodbye to each other, and Matthew took a few steps towards the door.

But soon, he turned around again.

"Speaking of this, Professor Slughorn; I also have a question, I want to ask you for advice!" Matthew said calmly in his eyes.

"What's the question? Let me tell you!" Slughorn nodded generously.

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

"I saw it in an idle book during the summer vacation." Matthew said slowly, "The book mentioned a magic that can affect a wizard in a short period of time, completely out of control of his emotions, unable to control his body... and even let him use profound spells that he cannot use normally..."

"...And, during this period, the consciousness has been extremely clear and I know exactly what I am doing!" Matthew continued, "so I'm a little curious about it, Professor... do you know what magic this is?"

"It sounds like a soul-catching curse, an extreme magic (black magic) that is forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, and is known as one of the unforgivable curse..." Slughorn muttered: "Oh, no... have a clear consciousness, and can use a more powerful spell... Merlin's beard, even the soul-catching curse cannot do this..."

Horace Slughorn was suddenly stunned.

He tilted his neck, his body as if he was under a petrified curse, and he was still motionless...

This situation lasted almost a minute.

Matthew once thought if Professor Slughorn had some mental illness.

"Professor?" he asked softly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" The Potion Class teacher suddenly made a cold war, and the expression on his face looked a little scared.

"Matthew, my child...where else did you see this kind of magic?" he asked with a very fast speech.

"At that time, I was in Lihen Bookstore, in a book that looked a little old..." Matthew replied softly.

"Shh!" Slughorn suddenly raised his fat finger in front of his mouth and signaled Matthew not to say anything more.

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

"…If this happens to a wizard, it can only be said that his body has been occupied by another soul!"

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

"Yes, another soul is similar to a ghost, but a little different..." Slughorn explained while touching his heart, "Usually, only those very powerful wizards can use some mysterious black magical items to peel the soul from their bodies; and if 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 remembered the relationship between Quelnas Quirrell and Voldemort in the first part of the original work.

When Matthew suddenly shuddered when he thought of an ugly, vicious and ruthless face growing behind his head.

...

"Scareless," Slughorn patted Matthew on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, the mysterious side is usually far away from us... However, I suggest you don't read books related to the mysterious side, as it will only make you fall deeper and deeper..."

"Yeah!" Matthew's face squeezed a bit of ugly smile, and he nodded:

"Then I'll leave first, Professor Slughorn!"

"Remember to be careful on the way!" Horace Slughorn waved at him with a smile.
Chapter completed!