Chapter 70: 'Test”

Chapter 70: “Test”

Christmas should be a day worth celebrating.

The wizards of ancient Rome believed that this day was the hope of spring and the beginning of the recovery of all things.

For Matthew, he doesnt have any mood to celebrate today. He didnt even bother to go to breakfast; he returned to the Slytherin common room again.

Facing the emerald green flames burning in the fireplace, Matthew trembled and shook the book out of his pocket, placing it on a round table in the common room.

Those recent events had shattered Matthews previous beliefs. Initially, he thought the book was a powerful dark magic item, appearing frequently around him to take his life.

He had been trying to avoid touching the book for the past four months, fearing its dark influence.

Dracos encounter with the book, which landed him in the school hospital, further reinforced Matthews belief. However, today, he realized that his judgment had been entirely wrong.

Mr. Pringle had found the book near his office, then it had returned to Matthew, and Mr. Pringle had patted him on the head with it.

If the book behaved as it had with Draco, both Matthew and Mr. Pringle would have been in grave danger.

But that hadnt happened. Matthew was still alive and unharmed. This realization puzzled him.

Matthew lowered his head and observed the book closely. He noticed the leather cover had changed slightly since he first saw it. The strange color had softened.

This change might explain why Mr. Pringle hadnt found anything unusual.

On the cover of the book, two crooked lines of green writing appeared:

Matthew Wickfield.

Slytherin first-year.

No wonder Mr. Pringle had been able to find Matthew. The book had somehow identified him.

Matthew blinked and decided to conduct a little experiment.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

He returned to his bedroom and retrieved his pet, a black-framed toad, from its cage. The toad had spent the past four months lazily eating bread worms, but now it was time to test its worth.

After a few seconds, a line of dark green writing flashed on the paper again:

Hello, Matthew!

Matthews expression turned serious. He dipped the quill in ink once more and quickly wrote:

What do you want to do?

In a matter of seconds, a reply appeared:

I just want to help you.

Matthew couldnt help but chuckle. He tried to maintain a serious expression and wrote:

I dont need any help.

The books response came swiftly, with a dense collection of words:

Yes, you do I can tell you the root of all the Hogwarts attacks I can also tell you the true face of Grindelwald Even I can teach you unimaginable and powerful magic

Matthew tilted his head and, once again, dipped the quill in ink:

So, whats the cost?

All the previous writings disappeared, replaced by a line of enticing, small dark green writing:

There is no cost!

Matthew decisively closed the book before the ink of this line could vanish. He returned to his bedroom and placed it in his desk drawer.

He clapped his hands and left the bedroom without hesitation, leaving the common room behind. He hadnt eaten all morning and was feeling hungry.

Matthew headed towards the Great Hall, muttering to himself:

What about you?