Chapter 174: ” Slug Club Valentines Day”

Chapter 174: ” Slug Club Valentines Day”

The start of the new semester unfolded as usual, devoid of any significant changes or disruptions.

Just a day after, Severus Snapes return to Hogwarts Castle went unnoticed by most.

Matthew glimpsed him seated as a guest during breakfast, appearing entirely unremarkable.

Matthew furrowed his brow, his gaze locked on the enigmatic Transfiguration Professor.

Lost in thought, he pondered.

The rebellion of the House-elves appeared to have ceased.

For at least a month, Hogwarts meals progressed without any major hiccups, fading from most peoples memoriesexcept for Hermione.

She remained diligently focused on all matters concerning the House-elves.

As for the whereabouts of the Thestrals and Fairies, there was no trace, not even in the Daily Prophet.

Matthew couldnt find any records.

It wasnt limited to Hogwarts; an odd tranquility seemed to envelop the entire magical world.

The efforts of the Order of the Phoenix now appeared almost futile.

With the cold grip of January waning, spring emerged.

The once harsh Scottish Highlands climate gradually mellowed.

Sunlight bathed Hogwarts Castle once more, dispelling the winters gloom.

Each visit to the Herbology class past the garden filled the air with captivating fragrances.

In mid-February, as Matthew entered the auditorium and beheld the decorations, he realized the significance of the dayValentines Day.

The walls of the auditorium were adorned with a profusion of beautiful pink flowers, radiating a festive aura.

Heart-shaped confetti showered from above as anyone passed the auditorium door.

Piles of brightly colored roses on the long college tables emitted a delicate fragrance.

However, Valentines Day celebrations were reserved for fourth-year students and above, granting them a day off. For third-year students and below, Valentines Day had no relevance.

This year had an exception, as Valentines Day fell on a Sunday, Professor Grindelwald chose not to grant a holiday even for the fourth-year students.

The auditoriums Valentines Day atmosphere was undeniably strong, even with Matthew observing.

He noted numerous couples embracing, which only left him feeling more fatigued.

Matthew swiftly finished breakfast and ventured into the corridor, spotting many students heading towards the garden.

However, compared to the same time last year, the crowd was smaller.

As it was Sunday, Hogsmeade was open for an extra day to both teachers and students.

Many couples chose to spend Valentines Day at Hogwarts.

Ms. Patils small tea house was bustling with couples, but Matthew, still haunted by the Tom Gaunt incident, opted to explore the garden.

The garden exuded an ambiguous atmosphere. The sun in the sky took on a heart shape, hinting at an enchantment in the ceiling.

Rose petals scattered everywhere, and magical golden cherubs fluttered in mid-air.

Matthew carefully navigated his way through couples in embraces, doing his best not to disturb their privacy.

The garden was undoubtedly picturesque, thanks to the meticulous care of Professor Sprout.

It showcased many rare and beautiful flowers, each contributing to an intoxicating aroma.

At that moment, he really couldnt find an excuse, so he reluctantly agreed.

Afterward, he turned and left.

As it was Valentines Day, the Sunday Dueling Club activities were temporarily canceled.

Matthew spent the afternoon in the library, well aware that he wouldnt be receiving any romantic attention there.

Affectionate displays were strictly forbidden, as Madam Pince, the librarian, would surely not tolerate it.

It wasnt until 6 oclock in the evening that Matthew reluctantly closed the book on Dementors he had been reading.

He had to attend Professor Slughorns dinner.

Ten minutes later, he stood before the door of the Potions teachers office and knocked lightly, soon to be greeted by Professor Slughorn himself.

Welcome, Matthew, Professor Slughorn said eagerly, dressed in a dark green down jacket that gave him a somewhat bloated appearance. Come in.

As Professor Slughorn had assumed, the Slug Club dinner that evening was rather modest.

The number of attendees from the club was minimal.

This was undoubtedly due to Professor Grindelwalds Valentines Day celebration, which many senior Slug Club members, whether they were in relationships or not, wouldnt want to miss.

The students from lower grades who attended the Slug Club dinner were just a few.

Professor Slughorn, however, didnt appear embarrassed.

Instead, he seemed to be making the most of the situation.

Cheers to our intimate gathering! he raised a glass of mead, his voice jubilant.

Matthew took a sip of his mead, not quite sure why, but it seemed that todays mead tasted better than before.

Hows your grandfathers health, Draco? Professor Slughorn inquired, striking up a conversation with the students.

Hes still managing his Dragon pox well, no relapses, Draco Malfoy responded politely. Ive been staying at home for the past few years.

Thats good to hear, Slughorn nodded, expressing sympathy. Poor Abraxas, afflicted with dragon pox at his ageits truly unfortunate.

Turning to another student, Cormac McLagen, Slughorn asked, And what about your uncles health, Cormac?

McLagen responded casually, Of course, he can now devour three pounds of beef in a single meal!

To be frank, the Slug Club dinner proved somewhat tedious.

Professor Slughorn engaged in lengthy conversations with lower-grade students about their family histories, leaving Matthew with little to contribute.

But he couldnt simply remain idle.

Elaine Shafiq had latched onto him, inquiring about various topics.

Although it left him somewhat bored, he couldnt refuse her.

There was scarcely any time for him to discreetly communicate or connect with Neville.

Matthew just wanted the evening to conclude, an experience that seemed to drag on for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, after two nightmarish hours, the party came to a close.

Even Professor Slughorn appeared somewhat weary, and it was evident that it was time to depart.

One by one, the students from each house left the gathering.

Suddenly, Elaine Shafik clutched her head in pain, as if something had gone terribly wrong.

Oh, dear, Elaine Slughorns face contorted in concern.