Chapter 133: Requests and inquiries

Matthew Wickfield stopped and raised his head with some doubts.
He suddenly discovered that Professor Horace Slughorn was looking at him with a slightly strange look.
Matthew suddenly felt his scalp numb.
And the atmosphere of the entire office suddenly became a little more subtle.
As the dinner was over, the rest of the slug club members all left one after another. Only Neville Longbottom looked back at Matthew who had stayed here.
And soon, only Matthew and Slughorn were left.
"What is it about, Professor?" Matthew asked tentatively.
Slughorn didn’t answer immediately, but he took out a cigar from his pocket without hurriedly, lit it, then put it to his mouth with his fat fingers, and sucked it lightly. One mouthful, it took a long time to spit out circles of smoke...
"You seem to have a good relationship with Miss Shafik?" Slughorn asked casually.
"Yes!" Matthew nodded very calmly: "After all, she is a freshman in the first grade below me. Befriend her and show her some information about Hogwarts. In fact, I should do it. ..."
"Yes, of course!" Slughorn nodded quickly, with a loud voice, "You did the right thing, Matthew!"
Matthew couldn't help being a little surprised. For the dean's now slightly "excited" reaction...
"In a sense, I still have a ruthless please..." Slughorn continued, his tone of voice suddenly becoming sluggish.
"Professor, do not hesitate to speak." Matthew asked "enthusiastically", suppressing the confusion in his heart.
"Miss Shafik’s father, when he was studying at Hogwarts, was the student I admired the most; just as I admire you now, Matthew!" Slughorn began to explain, "for some reason Selfishly, I let her join my club... In fact, she did not meet the standards in my mind!"
"Her father had a little accident some time ago, and poor Miss Shafik must have been hit hard too...So Matthew, Miss Shafik, as a freshman, must have many things unaccustomed to when she first came to Hogwarts. I hope you can take good care of her..." Slughorn continued, "Well, that's it, only such a small matter!"
Although he hadn't fully understood what was going on, Matthew said it was already full of words and agreed.
"No problem, Professor Slughorn!"
"Then please!" Slughorn formed a cross with his hands on his chest.
"This is what I should do, Professor!" Matthew said, bending down quickly.
...
The situation seems simpler than imagined.
The teachers and students bid farewell to each other, and Matthew took a few steps toward the door.
But soon, he turned around again.
"Speaking of which, Professor Slughorn; I also have a question, I want to ask you for advice!" Looking directly at Professor Slughorn's eyes, Matthew said calmly.
"What's the problem, come and let me hear it!" Slughorn nodded very generously.
He fart and sat on a rocking chair next to him, although the expression on his face looked serious.
"I saw it in a free book during the summer vacation." Matthew said unhurriedly. "That book mentions a magic that can affect a wizard in a short period of time and make him feel emotional. It is completely out of control, making it impossible for the brain to direct the body... and even making him use esoteric spells that he cannot normally use..."
"...Also, during this period, the consciousness has been very clear, fully aware of what he is doing!" Matthew continued, "So I am a little curious about this, Professor...Do you know what magic this is?"
"Sounds like an Imperius Curse, an extreme magic (black magic) prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, known as one of the unforgivable curses..." Slughorn muttered, "Oh, no... He has a clear consciousness and can use more powerful spells... Merlin's beard, even the Imperius spell can't do this..."
Horace Slughorn was stunned.
He tilted his neck, his body seemed to be under a petrification curse, frozen there motionless...
This situation lasted almost a minute.
Matthew once thought whether Professor Slughorn had some mental illness.
"Professor?" He asked softly.
"Oh, Merlin's beard!" The potions teacher gave a violent cold war, the expression on his face looked a little frightened.
"Matthew, my child...Where do you see this kind of magic!" he asked very quickly.
"I was in Lihen Bookstore at the time, on a book that seemed to be a little old..." Matthew replied softly.
"Shhh!" Slughorn suddenly put his fat fingers in front of his mouth, beckoning Matthew not to say any more. UU Reading www.uukanshu.cOM
"If your description is correct, then this kind of magic is very, very scary..." Slughorn said with a serious face, his voice trembling slightly, "It belongs to the most powerful kinds of black on the mysterious side. One of the magic..."
"...If this happens to a wizard, it can only be said that his body is already occupied by another soul!"
"Another soul?" Like Slughorn, Matthew's voice trembled slightly.
"Yes, another soul is similar to the ghost, but a little different..." Slughorn explained while touching his heart, "Under normal circumstances, only those very powerful wizards can With the help of some mysterious side black magic items, the soul is completely stripped out of the body; and the scattered soul, if possessed by other wizards, can slowly affect their minds and even manipulate their actions... "
I don't know why, according to Slughorn's description, Matthew suddenly thinks of the relationship between Quernus Quill and Voldemort in the first book.
Matthew shuddered suddenly when he thought of an ugly, vicious, fierce face suddenly growing behind his head.
...
"Scared," Slughorn patted Matthew on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, things on the mysterious side are usually far away from us... However, I suggest you better not look at those related to the mysterious side. Books, that will only make you sink deeper..."
"Yeah!" A somewhat ugly smile squeezed out Matthew's face, and he nodded:
"Then I will leave first, Professor Slughorn!"
"Remember to be careful on the way!" Horace Slughorn smiled and waved to him.