Chapter 39: Mr. Pringle's mission

　　As September is about to end, a sudden cold current hit Hogwarts Castle.
　　 Between teachers and students, a cold began to catch up, making Madam Pomfrey extremely busy during this time.
　　 She had to entrust Professor Slughorn, the teacher of the potions class, to formulate a refreshing agent that can prevent colds, and then distribute it to the lower grades.
　　 It’s just that students who drink this refreshing agent will have smoke from their ears and noses.
　　 so much so that the Slytherin common room is now full of smoke and mist all day...
　　……‘
　　 There are more people in Matthew's bedroom.
　　 First, Theodore Knott left the school hospital, and then Vincent Crab and Gregory Gore returned one after another.
　　 Matthew deliberately kept a certain distance from them.
　　 Prevent and what happened between Knott that night, appeared again, and then scared them back to the school hospital again.
　　 If this kind of thing happened a few times more, maybe someone would suspect him.
　　 This is not troublesome. Neither Crabbe nor Gore had any plans to deal with Matthew. Even Nott seems to have forgotten what happened that night.
　　Time passed day by day...
　　 Soon, it's another Saturday, it's here.
　　 This time, the first-year Slytherin boys will have their second "after-school practice" with the potions teacher Professor Slughorn. Of course, it was only the first time for the three people except Matthew.
　　 At 8:30 on Saturday morning, the four boys who had just finished their breakfast came to the door of the potions classroom on time.
　　Nott knocked on the door first, but there was no response.
　　 Then Crabbe and Gore played in turns, knocking the door, and the poor little iron door was slightly deformed.
　　 But Professor Slughorn still did not come out.
　　 A few people have to wait here...
　　 Almost ten minutes later, I saw Slytherin's prefect Jamal Farley walking over from the auditorium in a violent storm.
　　 "Professor Slughorn has a cold too!" She took a breath and explained, "He asked me to inform you..."
　　 "So, this time after class practice is cancelled?" Nott's face suddenly smiled: "Can we go back?"
　　 "Of course not." Miss Farley shook her head regretfully: "Mr. Pringle is short of staff, so you have been temporarily transferred to that group."
　　……
　　 There is no doubt that this is pretty bad news.
　　 After all, in Hogwarts Castle, almost no one would like Mr. Pringle; these boys in Slytherin are no exception.
　　 The bullet raindrops crackled on the window of the castle, and the sound was continuous.
　　 There was heavy rain outside the window, dark clouds in the sky, and thunder from time to time.
　　At the same time, the four boys dragged heavy steps to the fourth floor of the castle, Mr. Pringle’s office.
　　 This is a low hut, with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and there is a smelly smell all around. The most conspicuous place in the house is a doghouse, which is the residence of Mr. Tang.
　　 is not like the legend, with chains, handcuffs and whips all over it...
　　 There are already several boys waiting here, all of them are first-year Gryffindor students.
　　The relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor has always been very poor, and they basically ignore each other. Only Matthew and Neville said hello.
　　 A dozen boys waited for a while, and suddenly, there was a "barking" dog barking in the distance.
　　 Golden Retriever Mr. Tang rushed out from nowhere and glared at the first-year freshmen.
　　 Then, Mr. Pringle also came.
　　 He first fed Mr. Tang some dog food, then looked at the students in front of him and counted.
　　 "There are almost enough people..." he said to himself.
　　 "You three big guys, go to the prize showroom and wipe the trophies there!" He ordered Ronald Weasley of Crabbe, Gore and Gryffindor: "Mr. Tang will take you there!"
　　 The golden retriever who was still eating dog food over there wagged its tail quickly.
"There are three of you..." This time, Mr. Pringle ordered Matthew, and Gryffindor’s Neville Longbottom and Harry Evans: "Professor Rozier needs someone to help her Clean up the office!"
Then, Mr. Pringle looked at them three more times, and said fiercely: "You better not be lazy. I will know what you are doing... Also, Professor Rozier doesn't like other people's chaos. Don’t blame me for not warning you!"
After 　　, he pointed to the pile of housekeeping supplies in the corner of the wall.
　　……
　　 The three picked up the broom, mop and bucket, and then left Mr. Pringle’s cabin.
　　 "Matthew, why are you here too?" Neville Longbottom approached Matthew and asked softly.
"We should have gone to Professor Slughorn for'after-school practice'~EbookFREE.me~ Matthew shrugged: "But Professor Slughorn was sick, and it happened to be Mr. Pringle There is a shortage of people here, so..."
　　 "Then your luck is really bad." Neville couldn't help but sigh.
　　 "Speaking..." Matthew asked in a puzzled way: "Do wizards also need someone to clean up? Can't they be done with spells?"
"It's theoretically possible, but it's more troublesome." Neville explained: "So most wizards are reluctant to do this. They are more willing to give this kind of work to the house elves... And Professor Rozier, it is said that he does not Too willing to let the house elves into her office."
　　 "That's it!" As he agreed, Matthew glanced at Harry Evans, who was walking with his head down.
　　 To be honest, he was very interested in the "protagonist" in this original book...but before that, he had not found an opportunity to communicate.
　　 After hesitating for a while, Matthew took the initiative to speak: "Hello, Evans!"
　　 Evans raised his head timidly, glanced at Matthew, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "You... hello..."
After 　　 finished, he quickly lowered his head again.
　　 "Cough!" Neville coughed slightly, he explained: "Evans has a relatively introverted character... he doesn't like to communicate with others."
　　 "Oh." Matthew nodded.
　　 At the same time, I thought to myself...If it were the son of James Potter, he would certainly not have such an introverted character, right? Could it be that he is the son of Severus Snape and Lily Evans?
　　 Matthew thought, while unknowingly they had arrived in the bathroom on the second floor.
　　 They filled wooden barrels and basins with water, and then staggered towards the vice principal's office.