Hogwarts Outsider

　　 Soon, the Slytherin common room was already full of people.

　　 It was early, and everyone was not sleepy. They began to gather around the faint green fire, sitting in those soft armchairs, discussing what had happened before.

　　 Matthew didn't plan to join the ranks, but a few of his "friends" had already helped him occupy a position.

　　 "Matthew, come here!" Draco Malfoy yelled, pointing to the place beside him. Crabbe, Gore, and Nott also sat there.

　　 Matthew could only walk over and sat in the crowd.

　　 I have to say, in this season when the weather is getting colder and colder, staying by the fire is not a good time.

　　 "I feel there is another attack!" said a third-grade Slytherin girl: "It seems that Professor Grindelwald's deterrence that day is meaningless!"

　　 "That's impossible!" Soon, someone retorted: "It's probably because of some other accident..."

　　 "Then what accident did you say?"

　　 "……"

　　 Everyone was arguing eagerly, but Matthew had no thoughts. He closed his eyes and lay halfway in the armchair, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

　　 "Matthew." Draco Malfoy leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Did you, have you guessed something?"

　　 Matthew was taken aback, and gave Malfoy a surprised look.

　　 He quickly retorted: "Of course not, but I don't care much about this..."

　　 "...Principal Grindelwald is in school." He asked calmly, "Have you ever encountered something he couldn't handle before at Hogwarts?"

　　 "Never." This time it was the prefect Jamal Farley who spoke: "Never before. Principal Grindelwald has always been like a god!"

　　 "That won't be enough!" Matthew continued to close his eyes and calm himself.

　　 "But this time is different!" The girl in the previous third grade continued: "In just two months, four people were attacked..."

　　 "Did the principal not be at Hogwarts when they were attacked?" Farley retorted loudly.

　　 Yes, it started to quarrel again.

　　 Just when Matthew was a little tired, he would rather stay away from the warm fire and return to the bedroom——

　　 Only a "creak" was heard, and the door of the Slytherin common room was opened again.

　　 This time, it was a rare visitor.

　　 The dean of Slytherin College, Professor Horace Slughorn is here.

　　……

　　 Professor Slughorn has always been a very "fraternity" professor.

　　Even though he is the dean of Slytherin, unlike the other three deans, he rarely favors Slytherin students on weekdays, and many people complain about him more or less.

　　 But since he came to the common room this time, everyone had to stand up and shout "Professor".

　　 "Oh, good evening!" Horace Slughorn was smiling, he glanced at Malfoy first:

　　 "Draco, how is your body recovering recently?"

　　 "Excellent, Professor, I have fully recovered!" Malfoy replied quickly.

"That's great, it's a pity that you haven't attended one party yet." Slughorn looked at Matthew again: "What about you, Matthew... The Halloween dinner was interrupted and this happened. Are you afraid of bad'things'?"

　　 "I'm not scared at all, Professor, I just didn't eat much..." Matthew replied calmly.

　　 Slughorn laughed loudly, and the surrounding Slytherin students could only show a somewhat reluctant smile.

　　 "It's very simple, I'll let the house elves relax for you later! How about grilled quail?" Slughorn kindly patted Matthew and Malfoy on the shoulders.

　　 At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at everyone.

　　'S tone has also changed from the previous kindness to plain: "Indeed, there is nothing to be afraid of... A little incident has occurred in the forbidden forest. Professor Grindelwald has found out the truth, so I specifically asked me to inform you..."

　　 "What the **** happened, Professor?" Malfoy asked with some concern.

　　 "Good question, Draco!" Slughorn nodded gently: "It's just a poaching incident..."

"...Our professor Keitelburn, our teacher of the magical animal protection class, raised a group of precious unicorns in the forbidden forest. Someone tried to sneak into the forbidden forest to attack them on the eve of Halloween. To seek profit..."

　　 "Then the poacher was caught?" This time it was Matthew who asked.

　　 "President Grindelwald and Professor Kettleborn are catching the murderer, I don't think he can run too far." Slughorn replied.

　　 "What about unicorns?" A girl asked with some concern: "Are they okay?"

　　 "Intact!" Slughorn spread out his hands: "It's just a bit frightened, so you will probably not be able to touch them in a short time in the magical animal protection class..."

　　 "Oh, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is bad!" The girl looked a little frustrated.

　　 Dean Slughorn answered some questions from the students again, until he became impatient.

　　 "Well, children, rest early tonight!" he said loudly.

　　 Then, he left the Slytherin common room without looking back.

　　……

　　 "Professor Slughorn!" As soon as the dean walked out of the stone gate, he heard someone chasing him behind him.

　　 "Oh, Matthew!" His face was very kind: "What else?"

　　 "Can you tell me the truth..." Matthew lowered his voice and asked, "Are those unicorns really intact?"

"Well, I know that I can't hide it from you, Matthew...you little clever ghost!" Slughorn said with a smile, and at the same time he lowered his voice, his face quickly became serious: "Of course not, among them A unicorn was attacked and its blood was drained, so Professor Keitelburn was so flustered..."

　　 "...Merlin's beard, killing a unicorn is a great crime." He was still muttering to himself.

　　 Matthew frowned and continued to ask: "Then what you said before... the unicorn was a little frightened?"

"Principal Grindelwald has decided to send someone to transfer those poor little guys to Austria temporarily...In two months, two unicorns have been killed. The loss is too heavy! "Professor Slughorn sighed: "Okay, kid, don't care about these anymore, go back and rest!"

　　 "Okay, thank you, professor!" Matthew nodded obediently.

　　 When he turned around and returned to the common room, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.