Hogwarts from another world

With the end of the final exam, the terrible second school year has finally come to an end.

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

Everyone is looking forward to the day when the holiday starts, and then rush to the station.

Obviously, they are all concerned about what happened to the outside world during the few 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 teachers don’t know what happened...

……

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

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

"Matthew!" Neville asked seriously, "Are you really not going to my house during the summer vacation?"

"We still don't know what is going on outside. It's very chaotic according to the rumors. I suggest you think about it. It's definitely not safe to be alone outside... Even Hermione agreed to spend a summer vacation at my house... ..." he added, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes!" Hermione also nodded.

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

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

"Hey." Neville shook his head helplessly. In fact, this was the seventh time this week that he tried to persuade Matthew and was rejected.

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

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

For Muggle-born Hogwarts students, since there is no way to return to their Muggle families during the summer vacation, there are only two options... one is to spend the summer vacation at a friend's house, just like before Neville's invitation is the same; the other one is to work as a temporary worker in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade...

Matthew's eyes suddenly became hesitant.

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

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

"Perhaps we should go to Hogsmeade... I think Mr. Froome from Honeydukes and Mr. Rosmerta from Two Broomsticks would welcome students to do temporary jobs there..."

"Okay..." Neville and Hermione finally had no choice but to accept their fate.

"Remember to use owls to keep in touch. There is an owl station in Hogsmeade!" Neville did not forget to add.

"Of course!"

……

Early the next morning, Matthew Wakefield sent his friends and roommates aboard the Hogwarts Express.

Since he has decided to go to Hogsmeade to work as a temporary worker, he does not need to take this train anymore... After all, there is only a few miles between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts; that kind of polar opposite path is really... Somewhat stupid...

He just needs to ensure that he takes his luggage and leaves the Hogwarts campus before dark today. That is enough... After all, the Hogwarts campus is closed to the outside world during the entire bookshelf period.

"I wish you good luck!" Matthew said with a relaxed look.

"Good luck to you too, Matthew..." Neville and Hermione both looked worried.

"There's no need to be like this, it's just summer vacation... Don't make it feel like life and death!" Matthew laughed.

The expressions on Hermione and Neville's faces relaxed a little.

The train's whistle sounded, and white smoke sprayed from the front of the car into the sky.

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

At this moment, Agnes Lestrange walked past Matthew, holding her luggage.

At the same time, she glared at Matthew fiercely...

Of course Matthew knew the reason for this... He could only smile helplessly and pretended not to see anything.

The whistle of the train got louder and louder, and after a stream of extremely thick white smoke sprayed into the sky like a vent, it started to move...

Looking at the train getting smaller and farther away, Matthew began to return along the original road, got on the carriage pulled by Yeqi, and returned to the campus.

The campus is now eerily quiet. Except for a few remaining students and teachers, no one is left here.

Matthew walked through the quiet campus, and with every step he took, his mood became heavier...

……

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

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

But before that——

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

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

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

After getting some 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 when I looked at the handwriting, I couldn't feel the gloom and terror I had felt before...

You can even vaguely feel a lightness and liveliness.

Maybe it’s all psychological! When you are afraid, seemingly normal things may appear to you like terrifying monsters.

Matthew hesitated for a moment and wrote again:

"I don't know your name?"

Within a short period of time, the writing did not appear.

It's as if something went wrong, and it's as if the book is thinking.

More than ten seconds later——

She wrote: "You can call me A·B·D!"

……

A quarter of an hour later, after packing up everything, Matthew left the Slytherin common room and then left the castle.

Dragging his heavy luggage, he walked towards Hogsmeade alone.

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

After checking that there was no one around, Matthew opened his suitcase and took out a bottle from it.

It's a bottle of mead... Matthew wrote to ask Mr. Rosmerta from Two Broomsticks to send it... The Cherovina mead imported by Two Broomsticks from Slovakia can be said to be Horace Slovakia's. Professor Raghorn, my favorite in life.

Silently unscrewing the wine bottle and looking at the dark green lake in front of him, Matthew poured a whole bottle of mead into the lake.

Then, he put the mead bottle back into his suitcase.

"Farewell..." he said softly: "My dean!"