Chapter 27: Blood stains and chicken feathers

　　Matthew Wickfield can't believe what's happening now!
　　 I went to the library for a long time, and a few roommates in the dormitory suddenly greeted a wave of "Tuan Mie".
　　 Four people, one is unclear about life and death, and three are insane.
　　If it were normal, Matthew might have sympathy for them.
But since they knew from Professor Rozier, these four people were
killed
by the book when they were about to put them in their suitcases and then falsely accused themselves of stealing... the only thing left in their hearts The heart of the Virgin was also directly left behind.
　　 Of course, these are not important.
　　 More importantly, that weird book is gone now!
　　 Matthew searched for a while in the bedroom...not on the bookshelf, not under the bed, not even in the suitcase.
　　 In short, there is no trace at all.
　　 This is also of course, in such an accident, Slytherin Dean Professor Slughorn will definitely search the dormitory area carefully.
　　 If this book is still here, he will definitely find it.
　　 So, at least temporarily, I got rid of that book!
what is this? Is the limit one for four?
　　 Or is it more appropriate to say zero for five?
　　 Anyway, I said that I was made by blood.
　　 Staying alone in the empty dormitory, Matthew was in a very happy mood.
　　 He even hummed a small song when he was writing that vampire paper.
　　 Even the sound of waves coming from time to time outside the window has become lighter now.
　　……
　　 The next day is Monday.
　　 When Matthew came to the auditorium and handed over a few course papers from last week to Slytherin's prefect Gama Farley
　　 In an instant, he was almost surrounded by many senior students.
　　 Obviously everyone has heard that a male dormitory in Slytherin was attacked by extreme magical objects, causing four students to be injured.
　　 On the weekend of the first week of school, there was such a big news!
　　 And because of this, Matthew was "welcomed" as never before.
　　Because he is the only "survivor" in the boys' bedroom.
　　 Although he doesn't like this feeling.
At breakfast, while stuffing food in his mouth, he had to tell the senior classmates from various colleges around him time and time again that he didn't understand the situation in the dormitory at that time, and he didn't know what happened. ...
　　 "Sorry... I don't know... I don't understand..." He kept saying three times.
　　 But the students who come and go are always in an endless stream, one after another.
　　 didn't get rid of them until he finished breakfast and then hurried to the transfiguration classroom.
　　 The door of the metamorphosis classroom is tightly locked.
　　 This is normal, after all, there are almost forty-five minutes before class starts.
　　 Matthew knocked on the door lightly, but there was no response.
　　 He increased his strength a little bit, and shouted, "Professor Troka, are you there?"
　　 Then, he waited at the door for about a minute or two—
　　 The door of the Transfiguration Classroom was finally opened.
　　 At the same time, Matthew also saw Professor Troka again, his pale, haggard face.
　　……
　　 "Wakefield?" Professor Troca's expression was a little nervous, and he pressed his mouth tightly when he spoke.
After opening the door, he turned around, turned his back to Matthew, and at the same time lowered his head slightly, as if he was wiping his mouth: "You came early today. Sorry I was just reading your article about turning matches into needles. Paper, I didn't hear your knock on the door."
　　 "It's nothing, the professor...just too irritable in the auditorium, I can't stay any longer!" Matthew sighed, and calmly surveyed the transfiguration classroom.
　　 On the marble floor next to the podium, a few drops of fresh blood can be clearly seen.
　　 At the same time, there were a few chicken feathers lying quietly around the blood stain.
　　 Matthew calmly averted his gaze. After sitting down, he took out the "Elementary Transformation Guide" and his wand.
　　 While Matthew looked down at the book, Professor Troca seemed to have "cleaned up" a bit.
　　 At least the entire classroom has become much cleaner.
　　 "I heard about what happened in your dormitory." Then, he walked over to Matthew and took a seat on the side.
　　 The two sat face-to-face, and as he spoke, a faint smell of blood suddenly puffed his nose.
　　 "In fact, when I was in the auditorium, everyone was eager to know the details of this matter from me." Matthew shrugged, "Although I don't know anything about it."
"Young people, they are always full of curiosity about many things!" Professor Troca said with a smile: "But don't worry, Professor Rozier is also very deep in the study of extreme magic, she will definitely not allow this. It happened again."
　　 Next, the two chatted about some metamorphosis-related content~EbookFREE.me~ Matthew also raised the confusion that arises when reviewing the content of metamorphosis over the weekend.
　　 And Professor Troca, began to explain to him one by one.
　　 Almost a quarter of an hour later, the door of the Transfiguration Classroom was opened again.
　　 Agnes Lestrange appeared at the door, and she looked a little surprised at Matthew and Professor Troca who were chatting together in the classroom.
　　 "I'm going to prepare for the next class." Professor Troca stood up and said calmly.
　　 Then, he walked into the dark room behind the podium and closed the door.
　　 Agnes still looked at Matthew with an incredible expression.
　　 "Wickfield?" She came over.
　　 "Sorry... I didn't know what was going on in the dormitory at that time... I don't even know what happened..." Matthew said without thinking.
　　 "I didn't ask this!" Agnes said coldly, "You just stayed alone with Professor Troka?"
　　 "Yeah." Matthew raised his head and blinked slightly: "What's the matter?"
　　 "How dare you..." Agnes Lestrange's voice gradually became lower: "After Professor Rozier's course last Friday, don't you understand..."
　　 "What do you understand?" Matthew spread his hands: "I really don't understand, what are you talking about?"
　　 "Are you an idiot... Professor Troka, he is..." Agnes almost growled.
　　 But Matthew stretched out a hand to stop her from continuing.
　　 "Miss Lestrange, if you want to know how I turned matches into needles last week." Matthew said slowly, "I think I can give you some explanation now!"