Chapter 119: Mr. Longbottom

"Have we got to Hogsmeade?" Neville suddenly cried out excitedly.
"Don't be silly, it's only three o'clock in the afternoon!" Matthew looked at his watch and shook his head without hesitation. "I said earlier that it will take at least four hours before we reach our destination."
Neville had to look out of the window with a little annoyance, but it was a pity that the window had been blurred by the rain, and with the lights on in the carriage, he could not see anything.
The speed of the train is getting slower and slower, the sound of the wheels is getting sharper and sharper, and the sound of wind and rain hitting the windows of the car is getting louder.
And Hermione poked her head out and looked in the aisle, only to see countless small brains popping up in the road. It seemed that everyone was a little puzzled, and they all wanted to know what happened?
Only a chuckle was heard, and then all of their bodies leaned to one side, and the train stopped very suddenly.
Some ping-pong-pong sounds were heard in the distance, as if countless luggage had fallen from the luggage rack.
And the unfamiliar teacher nearly fell from his seat to the ground.
This time, he finally took off his earplugs and blindfold, and at the same time showed a puzzled look on his slightly pale face.
Although he didn't make much fuss.
Matthew calmly wiped out a clean area on the window.
Then, he could vaguely see that in the sky outside the window, there were countless black and fuzzy figures floating in the sky.
"Could it be—" He couldn't help frowning.
To be honest, he didn't want to encounter such a disgusting creature as a dementor, although he didn't know what his most feared memory was...
Moreover, in an interview with the Daily Prophet, did Professor Grindelwald warn that dementors are forbidden to contact or affect the lives of teachers and students at Hogwarts... how could it be?
Just when Matthew was a little confused, only a slight cracking sound was heard, and then the door of the compartment was forcibly opened.
It's just that what rushed in was not what Matthew had expected, a cloaked, dirty, foul-smelling face that recalled fear.
It was a little, round-faced wizard.
"Dad!" Neville couldn't help but shouted in surprise.
...
There is no doubt that this is the first time Matthew has seen Mr. Frank Longbottom.
He is not tall, has not much hair, and has a slightly baby face... at least not too majestic, not at all like an Auror.
"I'm performing official duties!" Mr. Frank Longbottom did not respond eagerly to his son, but said coldly, "On behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I will check if any of you from Azkaban has gotten into it!"
Neville stopped joking and hurriedly lowered his head obediently.
Matthew noticed that Mr. Longbottom never stepped into the compartment, but kept a certain distance from the four people in the compartment; at the same time, his right hand has been stuck in his arms...Matthew can be sure of him He was holding a magic wand in his hand.
"One by one, come to me!" he commanded, "start with you!"
He pointed to Matthew.
Matthew walked over very well and came to Mr. Longbottom.
Then, he only saw Mr. Longbottom's left hand and took out an instrument that looked a bit like an alarm clock from his pocket. He held the thing and probed Matthew's body. After almost ten seconds--
"It's okay!" he said, then gestured to Matthew to go back.
Then, it was Hermione and Neville's turn.
But in the process, Mr. Longbottom never "interacted" with his son, as if the two did not know each other.
"Come here!" At the end, Mr. Longbottom pointed to the only adult wizard in the cubicle, "Spread your hands out and put them beside you!"
Mr. Longbottom looked very alert.
The reticent stranger did not hesitate to do so; there was no unusual behavior.
However, when Mr. Longbottom was holding that alarm clock-like instrument and probing his body—
"Ling Ling Ling..." A sharp voice erupted from the instrument in Auror's hand.
Mr. Longbottom's face suddenly changed, he pulled out his wand at a very fast speed and aimed it at the strange wizard.
Even the strange wizard himself was slightly surprised.
"Excuse me, are you?" Frank Longbottom asked coldly, his voice unceremoniously.
"I am the new teacher at Hogwarts..." the stranger replied.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Longbottom: "Okay, let's ignore the truth or not; but before that, I would like to ask you to accompany me for a more detailed inspection, okay? ?"
Although the Auror's voice was somewhat questioning, the magic wand in his hand was already waved at the compartment without denial.
The stranger was still very cooperative and walked out of the cubicle without hesitation.
"Spread your hands out and put them beside you!" Mr. Longbottom followed behind him~EbookFREE.me~ and warned very severely.
Soon, the two disappeared into the aisle together.
Maybe you got off the train, maybe you went to other cars.
...
"What's the situation?" The three children in the cubicle looked at each other a little at this time.
What happened just now was a bit too sudden and too unbelievable; it seemed that they were actually in a dream.
"No way!" Hermione yelled in a fuss. "That person who claims to be a new teacher is not one of the three fugitives who escaped from Azkaban?"
She was pale and looked a little frightened.
"Don't worry, not necessarily," Matthew shook his head calmly: "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding. Let's wait and see."
And Neville started poking his head, watching in the aisle, as if looking for his father's trail.
The rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the dark shadows in the sky seemed to be a little about to move... but they never got close to the train.
Matthew only hopes that this inspection will not delay too long.
It's a pity that things are not as expected, the train stopped here for almost an hour.
An hour later, the Hogwarts Express started slowly and the siren rang.
Moreover, after that, the strange wizard who claimed to be the "new teacher" at Hogwarts has never returned.
This sudden "accident" made the three people in the compartment look a little serious.
Even after the journey continued, they lost interest in chatting and laughing.
Neville looked a little worried, and Hermione looked scared, both of them were in very bad mood.
No words all the way.
Until a few hours later, it was completely dark.
The Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade station.