Chapter 122: 'Breakfast”

Chapter 122: “Breakfast”

Early the next morning, the storm outside the window had subsided.

The castle grounds still bore the dampness of the downpour.

Matthew noticed a dark cloud hovering above the enchanted ceiling as he entered the Great Hall.

Matthew! A voice called his name.

Prefect Gemma trotted over, handing a piece of parchment to Matthew.

She said, This is the second-year curriculum. I didnt catch you last night.

Apologies, after the school banquet ended yesterday, I headed straight back to the dormitory to rest, Matthew explained swiftly.

Indeed, after returning to the Slytherin common room last night, he had promptly stretched out on the plush bed he hadnt seen in over two months.

However, sleep had eluded him for a while as he pondered the identity of the new Transfiguration Professor.

Prefect Gemma didnt seem particularly concerned. No worries How was your summer? I heard you were alone in Diagon Alley?

Not too shabby, Matthew replied.

Its always beneficial to immerse oneself in the magical world, Gemma murmured.

Gemma Farley, a sixth-year student, and a responsible prefect, was well-liked by the younger students.

Matthew had taken a liking to her when he first joined Hogwarts in his first year.

After exchanging a few words, several senior students called her over.

Prefect Gemma waved to Matthew before departing.

At breakfast, while spreading jam on bread slices, Matthew glanced toward the head table.

As expected, the central spot remained vacant. Professor Grindelwald was nowhere in sight.

For some unknown reason, the headmaster seldom stayed at the schoolalways preoccupied.

Matthew had become accustomed to it.

Meanwhile, several unfamiliar faces caught Matthews attention at the head table.

Around five or six strangers including Aurors whom Matthew had interacted with during the capture of Professor Trocar a year ago and Nevilles father, Mr. Longbottom.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Most likely all Aurors?

And now, the person seated at the head table, the one eating breakfast, couldnt be more different in appearance and behavior from the Snape of his memory!

Moreover, Snape wasnt even a wizarding surname, Snape was a half-blood wizard; his Muggle father was named Tobias Snape.

The likelihood of two individuals sharing the same first name and surname was incredibly slim.

After pondering for hours the previous night, Matthew had failed to uncover any plausible explanation.

Was this merely the consequence of the altered timeline?

Good morning, Matthew! A groggy voice interrupted his thoughts.

Draco had entered the hall with drowsy eyes, seemingly struggling to adjust his internal clock after the summer break.

Morning! Matthew turned to greet him.

Malfoy glanced at Matthew, then inquired with a hint of confusion, You really like jam, huh?

Matthew was taken aback, glancing at his bread slice

Absorbed in thought, hed inadvertently slathered several layers of jam.

Yes, he responded with a nod. Its delicious.

Huh, didnt expect you to have such a hearty appetite, Malfoy remarked, scooping another helping of butter onto his bread.

Speaking of which, Draco! Matthew suddenly addressed him, recalling something.

Dracos family in the original books had a cordial relationship with Snape.

Upon entering Slytherin in his first year, Snape had been his house prefect, under the patronage of Lucius Malfoy.

What is it? Malfoy asked without halting his actions.

The new Transfiguration Professor this Professor Snape do you know anything about him? Matthew inquired casually, Whats he like?

Malfoy, while munching on his buttered bread, considered the query.

Give me a moment, he muttered.

I sort of remember might have heard his name somewhere but its not that significant, Malfoy admitted.

Got it, Matthew sighed inwardly.

Once more, he glanced toward the head table, observing the new Transfiguration teachers departure from the hall.