Chapter 48: 'The Slug Club”

Chapter 48: “The Slug Club”

Since it was an odd-numbered week, there was no after-school practice class on Saturday, which Matthew found somewhat fortunate.

There were a few accidents the previous two times he participated in the practice

It was futile for a first-year student like him to inquire about the attack incident. Even if there was another attack, his role was to protect himself as best as possible.

Matthew always remembered that he was a student, and his primary duty was to study. He understood that becoming a powerful wizard was crucial in the wizarding world.

The realm of magic was far more profound than depicted on the surfacemore than just waving a wand and reciting spells.

Mastering any spell was no easy task. Thats why even adult wizards, including those working at the Ministry of Magic, struggled with advanced curses.

Matthew chose to focus on mastering the basic spells, such as transfiguration, levitation, and unlocking, in order to build a solid foundation.

In many ways, Matthew Wickfield was one of the most diligent students at Hogwarts, surpassing even Hermione Granger of Ravenclaw.

On Sunday evening, just after six oclock, Matthew finished his studies and left the House of All Requests.

He was preparing to attend Professor Slughorns dinner. As he walked past an empty bookshelf, he waved his hand.

Leaving the Room of Requirements behind, the door transformed into a white wall, while the tapestry opposite displayed the ongoing struggle of Barnabas the Barmy still trying to teach the trolls ballet.

Unaware of Matthews departure, they continued their dance with a wooden stick.

As Matthew turned the first corner, he heard someone calling his name from the left fork. It was Neville Longbottom.

Matthew! Neville called out.

Hello, Neville! Matthew greeted him.

Two round tables were arranged in the room. The first table was occupied by senior students, while the second was filled with younger students.

Neville led Matthew to an empty seat at the junior students table, where they settled down.

Most of the faces around them were unfamiliar to Matthew, except for one studenta dark-skinned Hufflepuff boy in the same year as him.

To be honest, Im not a fan of this partys style, Neville whispered to Matthew, leaning closer. But I had to come.

Thats Blaise Zabini over there. He nodded toward the Hufflepuff student. His family is loaded, and his mother is a notorious witch. Shes been widowed six times. Every time her current husband died, they would leave her a hefty inheritance.

Guess Im here for my parents reputation, too, Neville added with a hint of self-deprecation. Theyre both well-known Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Professor Slughorn couldnt resist inviting me.

Good evening, Longbottom! a jovial voice greeted them from behind.

They turned to find a tall, robust boy with unruly hair, a couple of years older than them.

Hello, Cormac, Neville greeted him before introducing Matthew. This is Cormac McLaggen, a second-year Gryffindor.

Matthew vaguely recognized the name. McLaggens father held a high-ranking position in the Ministry of Magic.

Hello there! Matthew extended his hand, shaking it with McLaggen.

Its not every day we get a first-year joining the club, McLaggen commented, sounding impressed.

However, as he spoke, Matthew and the others caught a strong whiff of garlic emanating from McLaggens breath.

Neville instinctively covered his nose, and Matthew furrowed his brow in response.

McLaggen said mischievously, Id suggest you start eating more garlic yourself, or else

He hummed a few notes, then sat on the opposite side of Neville.