Ten minutes later, Matthew Wickfell walked out of Hogwarts Castle along the marble stone steps.

With the end of the last Black Magic Defense class, Hogwarts' first week of class ended.

Although there are course papers that add up to about five feet, they are still waiting for him to complete on the weekend.

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

Every night I lie in bed and recall the harvest of the day, nothing is more fulfilling than this.

...

Going down the stone steps aimlessly, before he knew it, Matthew slowly walked to the greenhouse between the castle and the forbidden forest.

Actually, he doesn't like the atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, which is too depressing.

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

God knows why the Sorting Hat wants to divide himself into Slytherin?

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

Matthew thought, while looking around.

The air beside the greenhouse is very fresh, with a pleasant fragrance of soil. In the sky, the white clouds wandering in the blue sky have been dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset, and the sun is gradually approaching the horizon...

Suddenly, Matthew stopped quickly.

There seems to be someone in front of me—

They were two adult wizards, who were in a corner next to the greenhouse, with their backs to Matthew, seemingly talking about something.

One of the wizards was carrying a soft dead chicken in his left hand wearing dragon-skin gloves.

Judging from the three iconic prosthetic limbs, the other party's identity is undoubtedly Hogwarts's magical animal teacher: Professor Kettleborn.

"This is the third chicken that has been attacked in the past week and has been sucked out of blood!" Professor Kettleborn said there: "It must not be a weasel? Because the birds and snakes I raise have failed to find the real murderer. It's strange, right? What do you think about this?"

"Yes, it's quite strange!" Another voice replied calmly: "Maybe it's a bloodsucking monster?"

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

"I think so too. I have to talk to Professor Rozier. A nest of blood-sucking monsters may have migrated in the forbidden forest." Professor Kettleborn's voice suddenly became excited. He waved the prosthetic limbs in his hand: "Maybe she can allow me to go deep in the forbidden forest to drop those guys' nests!"

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

"That's how her character is." Professor Kettleborn replied: "But if you get along with her for a long time, you will find that she is actually a very good person, and you will definitely fall in love with her!"

"Maybe." Professor Troca said with a smile.

"Then let's go."

"goodbye!"

The two professors ahead went their separate ways in different directions... and no one noticed a boy in the corner, eavesdropping on their entire conversation.

Matthew lowered his head and thought, and slowly turned back to the castle.

...

"Wickfield!" Just as Matthew returned to the steps of the castle again, a familiar voice suddenly shouted his name behind him.

Matthew turned around and saw three familiar faces of Malfoy, Crabb and Goll.

"Malfoy?" Matthew looked at his roommate.

The other party looked at him arrogantly, as if he had grabbed some of his own handle.

"Is there anything wrong?" Matthew continued.

"Hahaha, I've found out!" Malfoy laughed and said, "Your parents are the most ordinary muggles... When I asked you at the school banquet, you actually told me that your parents have passed away..."

"I just said at the time that I can't remember what they looked like, that's the truth." Matthew replied calmly: "But you said it right, they are indeed Muggles."

He is a wizard from a Muggle. This "secret" is difficult to keep for too long, and Matthew is very clear about it.

After all, there are already several people in Hogwarts, such as Penelo, Neville, and Hermione. They know their origins and will sooner or later reach Slytherin's classmates.

He just didn't want to have conflicts with other Slytherin's students because of such boring things, after all, Slytherin has always claimed to be a pure-blooded academy.

That's why I have always avoided talking about this matter.

"I think the Sorting Hat must have made you and Shabini wrong at that time!" Malfoy continued to laugh: "How can a wizard like you be worthy of the noble Slytherin? You are only worthy of Hufflepatch!"

"Maybe..." Matthew nodded. In fact, he had a deep impression of the mistake of the branch hat.

"That's it?" Looking at Malfoy and his two followers who were smiling, he asked calmly again: "Is there anything else?"

"Then say goodbye!" He turned around and prepared to return to Slytherin's common room.

Looking at Matthew's back as he left, Draco Malfoy suddenly felt offended:

"Stop it, you a lowly mud breed!"

"Draco...Draco..." As soon as Malfoy finished speaking, Crab and Gole couldn't help but scream in panic.

Then, there was only a "pop" sound heard.

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

Draco Malfoy fell to the ground, while half of his face was swollen and tall.

It seemed as if someone slapped him hard on the face.

And it's not over yet!

Another "bang" sound.

Draco Malfoy's face turned red and swollen in an instant.

It seemed as if someone was wearing an invisible jacket and was slapping him hard.

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

"Ba...b...b...b..." Slaps followed by slaps, invisibly slapped on Malfoy's face.

It's very rhythmic when you go there.

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

"Bang!" Another slap.

Matthew suddenly remembered something...that was a sentence that Principal Grindelwald said at the opening banquet:

"For example, insulting names such as hybrids and mud bands are strictly prohibited in Hogwarts! If you don't believe this, you might as well give it a try."

Probably, Malfoy's faces were slapped five or six times.

This punishment is finally over.

Crabbe and Gole quickly supported Malfoy.

Malfoy, whose entire face was sucked in an unhuman 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 fleeing in a hurry in front of him.

He suddenly liked this Hogwarts a little.
Chapter completed!