Hogwarts from another world

Chapter 133 Requests and Inquiries

Matthew Wakefield stopped and raised his head with some confusion.

He suddenly found that Professor Horace Slughorn was looking at him with a slightly strange look.

Matthew suddenly felt a little numb.

And the atmosphere of the whole office suddenly became a little subtle.

As the dinner ended, the other members of the Slug Club left one after another. Only Neville Longbottom looked back at Matthew who stayed here.

And soon, only Matthew and Slughorn were left.

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

Slughorn didn't answer immediately. He slowly took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, then held it between his fat fingers and put it to his mouth, inhaling lightly. I took a sip and breathed out circles of smoke after being suffocated for a long time.

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

"Yes." Matthew nodded very calmly: "After all, she is a freshman one year below me. Making friends with her and taking her to know some things about Hogwarts is actually what I should do."

"Yes, of course." Slughorn nodded quickly and said in a loud voice, "You did the right thing, Matthew."

Matthew couldn't help but be a little surprised at the dean's slightly "excited" reaction.

"In a sense, I have a favor," Slughorn continued, his tone suddenly becoming slow.

"Professor, just ask." Matthew suppressed the confusion in his heart and asked "enthusiastically".

"Miss Shafik's father was the student I admired most when he was a student at Hogwarts; just as I admire you now, Matthew," Slughorn began to explain, "for some selfish reasons. , I just let her join my club. In fact, she did not meet the standards in my mind."

"Her father had an accident some time ago, and poor Miss Shafik must have been hit hard. So Matthew, as a new student, Miss Shafik must have a lot of things she's not used to when she first comes to Hogwarts. I hope You can take good care of her," Slughorn continued, "Well, that's it, just such a small thing."

Although he hadn't fully realized what was going on, Matthew already agreed.

"No problem, Professor Slughorn"

"Then it's up to you." Slughorn formed a cross with his hands in front of his chest.

"This is what I should do, Professor," Matthew said quickly, bending down.

The situation seems simpler than imagined.

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 which, Professor Slughorn; I also have a question that I would like to ask you." Looking directly into Professor Slughorn's eyes, Matthew said calmly.

"What's the problem? Come and tell me." Slughorn nodded generously.

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

"I read it in a book during my summer vacation." Matthew said unhurriedly, "That book mentioned a magic that can affect a wizard in a short period of time and change his mood. Completely out of control, preventing his brain from commanding his body and even allowing him to use profound spells that he cannot normally use."

"Moreover, my consciousness has been very clear during this period, and I completely know what I am doing," Matthew continued, "So I am a little curious about this. Professor, do you know what magic this is?"

"It sounds like the Imperius Curse, an extreme black magic banned by the Ministry of Magic. It is known as one of the Unforgivable Curses." Slughorn muttered: "Oh, no, I have a clear consciousness, and Merlin's Beard can use more powerful spells, even the Imperius Curse cannot do this."

Horace Slughorn suddenly froze.

He tilted his neck, and his body seemed to be under a petrification spell, frozen there motionless.

This situation lasted for almost a minute.

Matthew once thought that Professor Slughorn was suffering from some mental illness.

"Professor" he asked softly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard." The Potions teacher shuddered suddenly, the expression on his face looked a little frightened.

"Matthew, my boy, where else have you seen this kind of magic?" he asked very quickly.

"I was at Flourish and Blotts, on a book that looked a little older," Matthew replied softly.

"Shhh" Slughorn suddenly raised his fat finger in front of his mouth, signaling Matthew to stop talking.

"If your description is correct, then this kind of magic is very, very scary," Slughorn said seriously, his voice trembling slightly, "It is one of the most powerful mysterious black magics. one"

"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 also trembled slightly.

"Yes, another soul, similar to a ghost, but a little different." Slughorn explained while touching his heart. "Generally, only very powerful wizards can use some Mysterious black magic items can completely separate the soul from the body; and if this scattered soul is possessed by other wizards, it can slowly affect their minds and even control what they do."

I don’t know why, but according to Slughorn’s description, Matthew suddenly thought of the relationship between Quelna Quiro and Voldemort in the first part of the original book.

Matthew suddenly shuddered when he thought of the ugly, vicious, and cruel face that suddenly grew on the back of his head.

"Be frightened," Slughorn patted Matthew on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid. Things on the mysterious side are usually very far away from us. However, I suggest you not to read books related to the mysterious side. , that will only make you sink deeper and deeper.”

"Yeah." A somewhat ugly smile appeared on Matthew's face, and he nodded:

"Then I'll take my leave, Professor Slughorn."

"Be careful on the road," Horace Slughorn smiled and waved to him.