Hogwarts Outsider

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

　　 With the end of the last Defence Against the Dark Arts get out of class, the first week of Hogwarts classes ended.

　　Although there are course essays that add up to almost five feet, they are still waiting for him to finish it on the weekend.

　　 To be honest, Matthew still likes this kind of life, compact and full, without being too tired.

　　 Lying in bed every night, thinking about the harvest of the day, nothing is more satisfying.

　　……

　　 Walking down the stone steps aimlessly, unconsciously, Matthew walked slowly to the greenhouse located between the castle and the forbidden forest.

　　Actually, he didn't like the atmosphere of the Slytherin common room, it was too depressing.

　　 Those aquatic creatures outside the bedroom window also make people feel extremely bored.

　　God knows why the Sorting Hat would assign himself to Slytherin?

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

　　 Matthew thought, and looked around.

　　 The air around the greenhouse is very fresh, with a good smell of earth. In the sky, the white clouds wandering in the blue sky have been dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the sun is gradually approaching the horizon...

　　 Suddenly, Matthew stopped quickly.

　　 There seems to be someone in front of——

　　 are two adult wizards. They are in a corner by the greenhouse with their backs to Matthew's side. They seem to be talking about something.

　　 One of the wizards, wearing dragon leather gloves, is holding a soft dead chicken in his left hand.

　　 And judging from the three iconic prostheses, the identity of the other party is undoubtedly Hogwarts's teacher of the protection of magical animals: Professor Kettleborn.

"This is the third chicken that has been attacked in the last week, and it has been drained of blood!" Professor Keitelburn said over there: "Surely it's not a weasel? Because none of my birds and snakes found it. The real murderer. Very strange, right? What do you think about this?"

　　 "Yes, it's weird!" Another voice calmly replied, "Maybe it's a vampire?"

　　 was Professor Troka's voice, and Matthew couldn't help frowning.

"I think so too. I have to talk to Professor Rozier. There may be a colony of vampires migrating in the Forbidden Forest." Professor Keitelburn's voice suddenly became excited, and he waved his prosthesis. : "Maybe she can allow me to go to the depths of the forbidden forest to take away those guys' nests!"

　　 "Then I may not be able to accompany you, Sivanos." Professor Troca shook his head: "Mrs. Rozier has always been biased against me."

　　 "Her personality is like this." Professor Keitelburn replied: "But if you get along with her for a long time, you will find that she is actually a very nice person, and you will love her!"

　　 "Maybe," Professor Troka said with a smile.

　　 "Then let me go."

　　 "Goodbye!"

　　 The two professors in the front parted ways in different directions...Neither found a boy in the corner, and overheard all their conversations.

　　 Matthew lowered his head to think, while slowly returning to the castle.

　　……

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

　　 Matthew turned around and saw the three familiar faces of Malfoy, Crabbe and Gore.

　　 "Malfoy?" Matthew looked at his roommate.

　　 The other party's high-pitched look, looked at him arrogantly, as if he had grabbed some of his own handle.

　　 "What's the matter?" Matthew continued to ask.

"Hahaha, I have already inquired!" Malfoy laughed loudly: "Your parents, turned out to be the most ordinary Muggles... When I asked you at the school banquet, you actually told me, your parents Has passed away..."

　　 "I just said that I can't remember what they looked like, this is the truth." Matthew replied calmly, "But you are right, they are indeed Muggles."

　　 I am a Muggle-born wizard, this "secret" is difficult to keep for long, Matthew knows very well.

　　 After all, there are already several people at Hogwarts, such as Penello, Neville, and Hermione, who know their origins, and sooner or later they will be heard by the Slytherin classmates.

　　 He just didn't want to clash with other Slytherin students because of such boring things, after all, Slytherin had always been advertised as a pure-blood college.

　　 That's why I have always avoided talking about it.

"I think the Sorting Hat must have mistaken you and Sabine at that time!" Malfoy continued to laugh, "How can a wizard of your kind be worthy of the noble Slytherin? You only deserve to go to Hedge. Pa Qi is right!"

　　 "Maybe..." Matthew nodded. In fact, he felt the same about the mistake of the Sorting Hat.

　　 "That's it?" Looking at Malfoy and his two attendants who were laughing together, he calmly asked, "What else is there?"

　　 "Farewell, then!" He turned around, ready to return to the Slytherin common room.

　　 Looking at the back of Matthew leaving, Draco Malfoy suddenly felt offended:

　　 "Stop it for me, you mean mudblood!"

　　 "Draco...Draco..." Malfoy had just finished speaking, and Crabbe and Gore couldn't help but screamed in panic beside UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

　　 Then, only a "pop" was heard.

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

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

　　 As if someone slapped on the face severely.

　　 and it's not over yet!

　　 there was another "pop".

　　 Draco Malfoy's face on the other side suddenly became red and swollen again.

　　 It seems that someone is wearing a stealth cloak and slaps him hard.

　　 "What the **** is going on?" Matthew was taken aback.

　　 "Slap...slap...slap..." slap after slap, invisibly flung Malfoy's face.

　　 One side, very rhythmic.

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

　　 "Slap!" Another slap.

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

　　 "Insulting titles such as **** and mudbloods are strictly prohibited at Hogwarts! If you don't believe this, you might as well try."

　　Probably the two faces of Malfoy, after being slapped five or six times.

　　 This punishment is finally over.

　　Crabbe and Gore quickly helped Malfoy.

　　 Malfoy, with his entire face drawn, tried to open his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

　　 Matthew couldn't help but smile happily, looking at the three people fleeing in a hurry.

　　 He suddenly liked this Hogwarts.