Chapter 40: 'Vinda Rosier”

Chapter 40: “Vinda Rosier”

Neville Longbottom, carrying the lightest load, led the way as they approached Professor Rosiers office. He knocked softly on the door, and her slightly indifferent voice responded from within, Please come in.

Neville opened the door, and the three of them entered, carrying an assortment of cleaning supplies.

Professor Rosier, Neville spoke nervously, his voice faltering, Mr. Pringle sent us to clean your office.

Professor Rosier, seated behind her desk, raised her head. Alright, let me know if you need any assistance.

She promptly returned her attention to reviewing the students after-school essays.

Neville visibly relaxed, feeling the weight of Professor Rosiers imposing presence. Even Matthew couldnt help but feel its impact. Harry Evans, standing beside them, appeared even more frightened and pale.

Professor Rosiers office had a minimalist appearance. The furniture consisted of a bookshelf filled with books, an unidentified cupboard, and the desk and chair where she worked. There was nothing else in the room, making it easy to clean.

It seemed that their luck was better than Crabbe and Goyles. They divided the cleaning duties among themselvesNeville swept the floor with a broom, Evans cleaned the windows, and Matthew wiped the bookshelf with a rag.

They moved cautiously, trying not to disturb Professor Rosier. Matthews gaze wandered over the book covers as he dusted the shelf.

He noticed titles like Advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts and A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. If it werent for Professor Rosiers presence, he might have been tempted to take a closer look.

Perhaps Professor Rosier had only gone to the bathroom. If he were caught meddling with her belongings, it could have dire consequences.

Matthew reminded himself of Mr. Pringles warning, urging him to refrain from disturbing Professor Rosiers belongings. He removed the bench from her desk and prepared to mop the floor, but his movement halted momentarily.

Before him, a small droplet of bright red liquid caught his attention. It appeared like blood, vivid and slightly unsettling. Considering its location, it seemed that Professor Rosier had accidentally spilled something while sitting on the benchmost likely from her tea cup.

Matthews gaze shifted toward the covered teacup on the table. While he felt tempted to uncover it and peek inside, Mr. Pringles warning echoed in his mind, Remember, Professor Rosier dislikes others meddling with her things. Dont say I didnt warn you!

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and swiped the mop across the floor, erasing all traces of the liquid.

Shortly after Matthew finished mopping the entire room, Neville returned with a basin and a few rags in hand. I believe were done. Matthew whispered.

Okay, thank you so much, Matthew, Neville replied quickly. Great job!.

Just as they conversed, Harry Evans reappeared, looking breathless. Carrying such a weighty load had clearly exhausted him.

However, Professor Rosier still hadnt returned. The boys exchanged uncertain glances. According to common sense, they should gather their cleaning supplies and return to Mr. Pringle, but they hesitatedshould they inform Professor Rosier separately?

At that moment, a commotion erupted in the corridor downstairs. It was Mr. Donald, the golden retriever, barking like there is no tomorrow. Even though he barks when there are few rule-breakers caught in action, somehow this bark feels different as if he is scared of something