Chapter 139: tapping
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Hogwarts Outsider
- Black Alchemist
- 968 characters
- 2021-01-30 04:37:35
"Professor Slughorn, very welcome!"
Mr. Rosmerta, the owner of the two broomsticks bar, greeted him enthusiastically and exaggeratedly shouted.
"The old way, two glasses of mead!" Horace Slughorn had a big belly, like a chubby elephant.
Obviously, the relationship between him and the owner of the two broomsticks is very familiar.
He quickly took Miss Elaine Shafik to sit down and talked cordially over there.
...
Miss Hermione Granger stared at her two companions fiercely like a lioness.
Neville lowered his head quickly and said nothing...
As for Matthew, he did not rush over to greet Professor Slughorn and Miss Shafik enthusiastically as Hermione had imagined...
He squinted his eyes, glanced at the young and old over there, then lowered his head, as if thinking about something...
All three of them are members of the Slug Club, and in theory they are all the proud pupils of Horace Slughorn.
But at this time, they "have their own ghosts," and no one went over to greet the potions teacher.
Then, Matthew gently put his index finger up to his lips and motioned to the two friends not to speak
Then, he quietly took out his wand and whispered:
"Mobiliarbus!"
A potted plant on the side of the small table rose a few inches from the ground, drifted a foot to the side, and gently landed in front of their table.
To be precise, it was between Slughorn and them; to prevent Slughorn from spotting them.
...
Matthew wanted to know what Slughorn and Elaine Shafik were talking about.
It's just that the voice of their conversation is too small, and the two tables are separated by a certain distance...so that he can hear nothing even if his ears are pricked up.
Neville and Hermione both watched Matthew's actions in surprise, but they didn't say anything.
"Do you want to overhear, Matthew?" Hermione said extremely quietly.
Matthew first nodded, then shook his head regretfully.
After all, I still have a poor level of magic, and there are no powerful magic items such as "invisibility cloaks" around me; I want to eavesdrop on the words of wizards at the level of Slughorn, and I don’t want to be discovered. Difficult……
"I have a way!" Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up.
Then, she took it out of her pocket, and finally took out a soft, fleshy little ear, and a tattered little button.
"I bought this pair of gadgets from a hawker when I was in India... As long as I put this little button secretly on their side, they can hear everything they say from the other little ear. It's clear!" Hermione whispered.
Matthew couldn't help but shocked.
The principles of magic are generally different between different civilizations... Even if Slughorn is knowledgeable and experienced, he may not be able to recognize this kind of magic items from abroad in the first place!
Hermione had already passed the pair of gadgets.
Matthew quickly picked up the small button and glanced at the potted plant. He was thinking: What method should be used to put it next to Slughorn, which would be more appropriate...
"Leave it to me!" Neville volunteered.
"Neville?" Matthew gave him a surprised look.
"Trust me!" Neville said firmly.
"Hmm!" Matthew nodded, and then handed him the tattered little button.
...
Neville Longbottom, holding the button, left Matthew and Hermione.
He walked around the two broomstick bars casually, and then walked off Slughorn and Miss Shafik.
Through the branches and leaves of the bonsai, Matthew could notice that Horace Slughorn and Elaine Shafik were concentrating on the conversation and did not notice him.
Suddenly, Neville slipped and fell to the ground.
"Oh!" he let out a scream.
Slughorn seemed to be taken aback, but soon he discovered that it was Neville Longbottom who had fallen in front of him.
He quickly got up and helped Neville to his feet: "Neville, oh my child, are you okay?"
"Sorry, professor." Neville held Professor Slughorn's bench and barely got up with his support.
He looked bruised and swollen.
"I was looking for someone just now and didn't look at the way..." Neville said, "Did you see Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan... I came with them in Hogsmeade, and we left lost……"
"No, I don't think they should be here," Slughorn shook his head. "Sit down and have a drink?"
"No, I'll go to the Honey Duke to find them!" Neville declined Slughorn's invitation.
After waving with Slughorn, he walked out of the two broomsticks without looking back.
Slughorn didn't seem to have any doubts. After Neville left, he sat down again, lowered his head, and started talking to Elaine Shafik.
And behind the pot, Matthew and Hermione looked at each other.
Both of them nodded with eloquence.
Then one after another, he quietly walked out of the bar.
...
Neville was waiting for them at the door.
He did fall a while ago, his forehead was a little swollen, and now he looked very embarrassed.
Seeing Matthew and Hermione coming out, he quickly greeted them.
"I haven't been spotted?" Neville asked in a low voice. "That button, I just slipped it behind Slughorn's bench."
"It shouldn't be," Hermione shook her head. "Let's find a quiet place first, and come with me. I know a place has no people."
The three people hurriedly left the Two Broomsticks Bar, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com followed Hermione, and crossed Hogsmeade Avenue, which was constantly crowded.
"Matthew, why are you eavesdropping on Professor Slughorn?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
Matthew pushed that little ear to his ear, and Mr. Rosmerta's voice sounded inside, and it sounded like he was serving mead.
After hesitating for a moment, Matthew simply retelled Elaine Shafik's story...about some of the experiences of her father, Mr. Shafik, who has now stayed in Azkaban...Of course, some details. Some cuts.
"God!" Hermione looked surprised, "Then, you deliberately approached the girl named Elaine Shafik for this reason?"
"Yes!" Matthew nodded without hesitation.
Hermione seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, even a small smile appeared on her face.
"We are almost here." She pointed to a small hill on the south side of Hogsmeade. "On that hillside, there are usually no people."