Hogwarts from another world

Chapter 127 Elaine

The last class on Friday afternoon is still herbal medicine class.

As Professor Sprout announced that get out of class was over, the second-year students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the repetitive operation of filling flower pots with dragon dung to fertilize.

They left the greenhouse one after another. This also meant that the week-long course was finally over, and they had two days of short rest.

Malfoy, Nott, and Crabbe ran toward the castle in a hurry with their bodies covered in mud. They looked anxious and didn't know what they were planning.

As for Matthew, he returned to the common room unhurriedly, took a simple shower, and then rushed to the library.

Since it was already the weekend, there were not many students in the library.

However, a few familiar faces can still be found, such as Miss Hermione Granger, who is lying on a table in the library, seemingly writing a paper

After saying hello to a few acquaintances, Matthew quickly disappeared behind the bookshelf.

It wasn't until the sky outside the window was completely dark that Matthew looked away from the book in his hand.

At this moment, there were only a few people left in the library, and it was not too early to turn off the lights.

Matthew returned the book to its place as he hurried back to the Slytherin common room.

The journey went smoothly, except when he passed the castle gate, he suddenly felt a biting chill in his heart. The chill seeped into his skin, invaded his chest, and even entered his heart

Matthew quickly quickened his pace, and then glanced at the door with some fear.

Probably at night, the dementors started to move around the campus, he thought to himself.

But when he returned to the door of the Slytherin common room, Matthew encountered another "interesting" thing.

A girl who seemed to be very young, wearing Slytherin robes, was sitting with her head tilted, curled up on the floor at the door of the common room.

When she heard Matthew's footsteps, she quickly stood up and was overjoyed.

"What's going on?" Matthew looked at her in surprise.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him looked slightly familiar.

"Thank God, someone is finally back." The girl said with a hint of tears: "I'm sorry, I can't remember the password. I can't go back to sleep. I usually come back with my friends. I've been out for a while. It’s been half an hour”

This is a bit strange. This is the first time Matthew has encountered such a situation; but it may be because he usually doesn't come home late often.

"The password is pure blood." Matthew said: "Pay attention to the bulletin board, it will be clearly written there, and it will only be changed every two weeks under normal circumstances."

As Matthew shouted the command, the giant snake on the stone door began to slowly move its position, and the door opened.

"Thank you." The girl said very gratefully: "I will write down every password on the note and take it with me."

Matthew couldn't help but be stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative and said, "Actually, I don't recommend you do this."

"Why?" The girl looked at him with some confusion.

"Because if you do that and then lose the note," Matthew explained, "then all the passwords for the Slytherin common room will be made public. You know, the rules are not allowed to bring other College students come to our common room and tell them our passwords. Besides, no outsider has been allowed in our common room for seven hundred years."

"In addition, if some criminals get the password, it may have very bad consequences." Matthew added.

"Yeah, I understand." The girl nodded quickly: "By the way, sir, what is your name?"

"Wakefield, Matthew Wakefield." Matthew said simply.

"Thank you again, Mr. Wakefield." She waved to Matthew politely.

"My name is Shafiq, Elaine Shafiq" After saying that, she ran towards the direction of the girls' dormitory.

Matthew was suddenly stunned.

He finally understood why he felt that this girl looked familiar.

Because she and Mr. Shafiq, the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, do have some similarities in appearance.

While lowering his head to think about something, Matthew returned to his dormitory.

Early the next morning, Matthew happened to meet Miss Elaine Shafiq again.

She was standing at the gate of the castle, looking out, in a daze.

As Matthew looked around, he happened to see a few black shadows passing by in the distance.

"Miss Shafiq" he reminded softly.

The girl seemed to be startled. After seeing Matthew, she relaxed slightly: "Hello, Mr. Wakefield."

"What's wrong?" Matthew asked with concern, "I see you look worried."

"I saw Dementors when I just passed by here," the little girl said in a disappointed voice, "This reminds me of my father, who is probably in the company of Dementors now."

"Your father" Matthew said calmly and asked in a rhetorical tone.

Then, he suddenly asked with some fuss: "Could it be that your father is Mr. Shafiq, the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore?"

"Yes." Elaine Shafiq lowered her head with some inferiority.

"Sorry" Matthew whispered.

The girl seemed to hesitate for a while and said with some uncertainty: "Dad, he should be innocent."

"Yeah" Matthew nodded thoughtfully.

"Do you believe him, Mr. Wakefield?" Elaine looked very happy and excited, "All my friends deserve it, and the evidence is conclusive."

"It's possible that someone was framed as the fault," Matthew said seriously, "I've been to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, and I've had contact with your father. I don't think he's a bad person."

"Yeah," the little girl nodded desperately, "Someone must be setting the blame on him."

"Then Miss Shafiq." Matthew made a very concerned expression, "If someone is setting the blame on him, I think it must be the wizard who is very familiar with him. Who does your father often contact? Well, maybe this can help him clear his grievances."

Elaine's face suddenly showed a troubled expression: "I don't seem to remember this very well."

"It's okay, think about it." Matthew patted her shoulder.

"Yeah" the little girl nodded innocently and romantically.