With the end of the final exam, the bad second school year finally came to an end.

The test scores came out soon, and everyone's scores were generally very high this year, but obviously no one cared about this.

Everyone was looking forward to the day when the holiday began, and then rushed to the station one after another.

Obviously, they are all very concerned about what happened to the outside world during the months they were "closed" in Hogwarts.

All channels for contact with the outside world have been closed, and teachers have kept silent about it; perhaps the teachers don’t know what happened…

...

Matthew, Neville and Hermione were sitting by the black lake, basking in the sun lazily.

Tomorrow is the time to leave Hogwarts. Fortunately, there has been no news of the cancellation of the holiday until now.

"Matthew!" Neville asked with a serious look on his face, "Are you really not going to my house during the summer vacation?"

"I don't know what happened outside yet. The rumors are very messy. I suggest you better consider it. It's definitely not safe to be outside alone... Even Hermione has agreed to go to my house for a summer vacation..." He added, his voice full of concern.

"Yes!" Hermione also nodded from the side.

"No...really..." Matthew Wakefield whispered.

He looked at the black lake that emitted a dark green light under the sunlight in front of him, and his mood suddenly became a little heavy.

"Oh." Neville shook his head helplessly. In fact, this was the seventh time this week. He persuaded Matthew and was rejected.

Considering that I will board the Hogwarts Express tomorrow morning, this should be the last time.

"Then are you going to spend the summer vacation there?" Hermione asked with great concern, "Are you going to Diagon Alley like last year? Or in Hogsmeade..."

For Hogwarts students who are born in Muggle, there are only two options since they cannot return to their Muggle family during the summer vacation... One is to spend this summer vacation at a friend's house, just like Neville's invitation before; the other is to work as a temporary worker at Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade...

Matthew's eyes suddenly hesitated.

To be honest, this expression doesn't appear often on him.

"I don't know..." He hesitated for a moment and suddenly spoke:

"Maybe we should go to Hogsmeade... I think Mr. Frum of the Honey Duke and Mr. Rosmerta of the two brooms should be welcomed by students to work in their places..."

"Okay..." Neville and Hermione had to accept their fate in the end.

"Remember to use owls to contact more, and there will be an owl station in Hogsmeade!" Neville did not forget to say another sentence.

"certainly!"

...

The next morning, Matthew Wakefield sent his friends and roommates to board the Hogwarts Express.

Since he had decided to work as a temporary worker in Hogsmeade, he no longer had to take this train... After all, Hogsmeade and Hogwarts were only a few miles away; that kind of behavior was completely stupid...

He only needs to ensure that before dark today, he will leave Hogwarts campus with his luggage, which is enough there... After all, Hogwarts campus is closed throughout the bookshelf and not open to the outside world.

"Good luck!" Matthew said with a relaxed look on his face.

"I wish you good luck too, Matthew..." Neville and Hermione both looked worried.

"There is no need to do this, it's just a summer vacation... Don't make it the same as separation from life and death!" Matthew laughed.

Hermione and Neville's faces were relieved a little.

The whistle of the train rang out, and white smoke sprayed from the front of the car into the sky.

The door was about to close, and Matthew also took a few steps back...

Just then, Agnes Lesterlanch pulled her luggage and walked past Matthew.

At the same time, she glared at Matthew with some viciousness...

Of course Matthew knew why... He had to smile helplessly and pretended not to see anything.

The whistle of the train became louder and louder, and as an extremely rich white smoke sprayed into the sky like venting, it started...

Looking at the figure of the train that was getting smaller and farther away, Matthew began to return along the same road, got on the carriage pulled by the Night Paradise, and returned to the campus.

The campus is now surprisingly quiet, except for the few students and teachers, there are no one left here.

Matthew strolls in the quiet campus, and with every step he takes, his mood becomes heavier...

...

Finally, Matthew stepped through the empty basement corridor and returned to the empty Slytherin common room.

The luggage has been ready for a long time, and now he can leave at any time.

But before that—

Matthew gently opened the drawer, and the quaint book once again came into view.

For more than a year, this book has been in this drawer... motionless and nothing unusual!

Matthew took a deep breath and then pulled out a quill from the side.

After dipping ink, he opened the page and wrote on it:

"Hello, I'm Matthew, Matthew Wakefield!"

The dark green handwriting appeared in front of Matthew again:

"Hello, Matthew."

This time I looked at the handwriting, I couldn't feel the gloomy and horror I had felt...

You can even vaguely feel a kind of lightness and vitality.

Maybe it's all psychological! When you are afraid, things that are normal may turn into terrible monsters in your eyes.

Matthew hesitated for a moment and wrote again:

"I don't know what your name is?"

In a short period of time, the handwriting did not appear.

It seemed as if something had happened, and it seemed like this book was thinking.

More than ten seconds later—

She wrote: "You can call me A·B·D!"

...

A quarter of an hour later, Matthew, who had packed up everything, left the Slytherin common room and then left the castle.

Dragging his heavy luggage, he walked alone towards Hogsmeade.

However, he did not go directly to the gate, but stopped for a moment on the shore of the Black Lake.

Looking at no one around, Matthew opened his suitcase and took out a bottle from it.

It was a bottle of honey wine...Matthew wrote a letter to send it to Mr. Rosmerta, who had two brooms...The two brooms imported from Slovakia, and it can be said to be Professor Horace Slughorn, his favorite during his lifetime.

Silently unscrewed the bottle and looked at the dark green lake water in front of him, Matthew poured a whole bottle of honey into the lake.

Then, he took the honey bottle back into his suitcase.

"Farewell forever..." He whispered: "My Dean!"

(End of Volume 2)

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