With that piece of parchment, Matthew returned to the empty dormitory.

He opened the textbook of "History of Magic" and reviewed the lessons about Merlin and Morgana that Professor Basharat told in the previous class.

Then I opened "Standard Spell·Elementary" and previewed the content related to "Horpence Spell".

This is also the mantra they will learn in tomorrow's spell class.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Almost an hour later, the door of the dormitory was suddenly opened.

Theodore Nott, who was humming a small song, walked in.

Matthew raised his head and the two looked at each other awkwardly.

"Hello!" Matthew greeted him actively.

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded.

...

Even Professor Rozier had already described to Matthew yesterday afternoon, what happened in this dormitory at that time.

But she was just a guess after all.

So Matthew was also a little interested in Theodore Nott in front of him.

He closed the textbook in front of him and walked towards Nott...

"Not!" he asked enthusiastically, "Can you tell me what happened here yesterday afternoon? So far, I am still hidden in the dark!"

As soon as he found out that there was another audience, Nott immediately became interested again.

Although he was still a little shocked because of what happened yesterday afternoon.

But as long as someone comes to ask, he is still happy to tell his adventures vividly and in detail.

"I was writing my essay on the transformation lesson, and Draco, Vincent and Gregory suddenly gathered at your bedside, not sure what to do." The eleven-year-old boy shouted:

"But I was worried about the relationship between matches and needles, so I ignored them... But at this moment, I heard a loud bang, and the door of the dormitory was suddenly opened, and a terrifying figure appeared here. He looked like a skeleton, very gloomy and terrifying..."

As he talked, his story had begun to develop in a strange direction.

"…Draco screamed and then was knocked to the ground by him. Vincent and Gregory tried to pounce, but were quickly knocked down. Soon, I was the only one left in the dormitory, Wakefield, you should be able to imagine that situation!"

As he spoke, Theodore Nott began to become more and more excited.

Matthew understood that the memories that Nott could have were probably Malfoy, Crabbe and Gore surrounding their suitcases, and so far... the remaining wonderful "adventures" were all made up by him.

But Nott was still talking:

"I was very calm at that time, and I could even say it was extremely calm. When I saw the dark wizard aiming at my head with his wand, I made a very calm judgment that it was too late to hide to the left or right..."

"... So I quickly made a slip shovel and passed under him. His spell almost wiped my scalp and hit the vase I like the most. Then I heard a loud bang..."

"…Wickfell, you should understand how much I like that vase. When it was smashed, I became extremely angry!"

"The will of wizards and wizards cannot be generalized. At that time, when I was extremely angry, I suddenly thought of what Professor Flivie said in class...that called Xuan?"

"Hoom curse?" Matthew added for him.

"Yes, hover spell!" Nott nodded quickly: "I leaned back on the black wizard's crotch, then pulled out my wand and used the hover spell; the black wizard flew up like the feather in the spell class..."

Matthew suddenly felt that his friend was very talented in writing.

"What?" he asked with interest.

"And...and...and..." Nott's voice began to become more and more hoarse and hesitant.

"What's wrong with you?" Matthew realized that something was wrong with the other party's condition.

"And...it's still here!" Theodore Nott said suddenly trembling.

...

"What did you say?" Matthew stood up suddenly, his face suddenly changed.

"It's still here...it's still here...it's never left..." Nott seemed to be replying to Matthew, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Calm down, Nott!" Matthew said loudly.

"It never leaves... will never leave..." But Theodore Nott was trembling violently like an epilepsy, and his voice began to become weaker: "I won't leave..."

"Theodore?" Matthew walked up to him: "What do you mean by 'it'? Is it a book..."

"Please... don't kill me... please... spare me..." Nott suddenly hugged his head hysterically and wailed: "Please... I'm afraid... I don't want to die... Mom... Mom... Mom..."

Matthew's face became extremely ugly.

And it seems that Nott may be out of control at any time.

Just when he was about to go outside to call people-

Nott suddenly turned around and glanced at him.

As if he saw some indescribable monster, the eleven-year-old boy in front of him let out a tragic scream.

Then he fainted.

...

A quarter of an hour later, at the school hospital.

Several Slytherin students gathered in front of the hospital bed, including Matthew Wakefield.

Mrs. Pomfrey carefully examined the boy on the hospital bed, and shook her head in anger.

"I was just a little stimulating, there was no other situation." Mrs. Pomfrey said angrily: "Did anyone mention him what happened yesterday afternoon?"

Several Slytherin students looked at each other, and finally the predecessor, Gemma Farley, stood up:

"Well... After Nott left the school hospital yesterday, he has been discussing what happened yesterday afternoon with others..."

"I warned this idiot when I was discharged from the hospital and tried not to recall that incident." Mrs. Pomfrey shook her head: "Okay, it's okay, you can leave."

"Not... is he okay?" Matthew couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"It's okay, there's no problem at all. But I won't let him out until the end of this week!" Mrs. Pomfrey made a gesture toward the boys as she covered the quilt:

"Go quickly and go quickly, don't disturb other patients' rest!"
Chapter completed!