Hogwarts from another world

There is no doubt that this was not a happy Christmas.

Matthew Wakefield spent Christmas Eve in his second year in the cold ward of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries... Apart from the blond healer, the only people who accompanied him were people from the same ward. Several "patients".

The Holy Night dinner here is not rich, at least not comparable to the holiday dinner at Hogwarts.

Not to mention the joyful atmosphere of Christmas.

After dinner, Matthew fell asleep, hoping to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible.

……

When Matthew woke up early the next morning, he found a pile of gifts at the foot of the bed.

What he also suddenly realized was that he had been "locked" in St. Mungo's since the beginning of the Christmas vacation... with no time or opportunity to prepare Christmas gifts for his friends.

It seems that after the new semester begins, he will have to visit each other one after another to "make amends" and make up for the gifts he owes.

While thinking this, Matthew opened the large and small packages——

Soon, he found a gift bag with Neville's handwriting, and Neville gave him a small purse the size of a palm. Although it is small on the outside, the space inside is very large. It can stuff dozens of times the volume of things (it should be cast with a very advanced traceless stretching spell)... It is quite practical based on visual inspection.

Another gift bag contained a large box of horseshoe-shaped chocolates, with Hermione's name written on the side of the gift box.

And a giant box of fat-free fudge…

An unsigned get well card…

as well as--

Matthew glanced at the last gift bag. It looked a little weird. Like the get well card, this gift package is also unsigned.

He took it apart very carefully, and then Matthew was surprised to find that there was actually a wizard's chess set inside.

No, it's not an ordinary wizard's chess. The black and white chess pieces are not common at all.

Matthew picked up the chess pieces and began to look at them carefully.

Among them, the black and white soldiers have turned into wizards in robes...

The king on the black side looked slightly familiar; after careful observation, Matthew recognized that this chess piece was somewhat similar to Gellert Grindelwald...

As for the black square's queen, she looks like Professor Vita Rozier, the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts.

The two bishops turned into vampires with fangs, the knight turned into a werewolf with four legs on the ground, and the castle turned into two giants that were much larger than the other chess pieces.

Matthew couldn't help blinking and moved his gaze to the white chess piece——

The king of the white side is also an old acquaintance. The king is a gray-haired old wizard, who looks very much like Albus Dumbledore in his memory.

The queen is a witch wearing square glasses and her hair is curly and tied into a high bun...

The bishop became a cunning goblin, the knight became a strong centaur; as for the castle, it became two Muggle tanks.

……

Matthew looked at this unsigned Christmas gift in surprise.

Because he could vaguely understand the meaning of these chess pieces, he felt that this matter was very strange.

At the same time, he was also curious, who sent this to him? What was his purpose in giving it to himself?

I searched the gift box carefully, but found nothing. Apart from this box of wizard chess, there was nothing inside.

At this moment, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open, and the blond therapist in charge of Matthew's treatment broke in.

"Opening a gift?" She glanced at Matthew curiously, and at the same time noticed the set of chess pieces in Matthew's hand, "Oh, is it wizard chess... I also like wizard chess..."

"Yes." Matthew said calmly, and at the same time quickly put away the chess pieces. He didn't want his therapist to see the true appearance of this wizard chess piece.

Fortunately, the witch showed no further interest.

"By the way, Matthew Wakefield," she called Matthew's name, "after our careful confirmation, your condition is completely stable and you can now go through the procedures and be discharged!"

"Can you be discharged from the hospital?" Matthew looked a little excited, "That's great!"

To be honest, he was a little fed up with the boring and freedom-free life in St. Mungo's during this period... In addition, the living environment here is actually not flattering.

After being excited for a moment, he seemed to remember something: "By the way, ma'am...where should I go after I'm discharged from the hospital? Is it to Diagon Alley? Or Hogsmeade? Excuse me, is there anyone from Hogwarts?" The professor mentioned this to you..."

"Going straight back to Hogwarts, of course..." the blond healer said matter-of-factly.

Matthew was stunned and asked softly: "But there should be centaurs in Hogwarts..."

"Centaurs?" the witch said with some disdain, "Do you think those stupid creatures can really occupy Hogwarts Castle?"

"What happened?" Matthew asked quickly.

"I don't think you have read the Daily Prophet for breakfast today... The report above is very detailed. Just last night, Principal Gellert Grindelwald returned to Hogwarts and crushed those dark wizards. A conspiracy to invade Hogwarts and wipe out all the rebellious centaurs..." the blond healer said neatly,

"So... the centaurs' riot is over! Poor Principal Grindelwald can't have peace even at Christmas, can't spend time with his family, and has to be busy with these trivial matters." She seemed to be feeling a little emotional:

"Okay, Mr. Wakefield, are you ready to go through the discharge procedures immediately? Or do you want to continue to stay at St. Mungo's and observe for a few days?"

Matthew replied without thinking: "Of course, I hope to be discharged from the hospital immediately."

……

The discharge procedure went smoothly and quickly.

Only half an hour later, Matthew Wakefield appeared at the door of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries with heavy luggage.

In front of you is an old-fashioned red brick department store called "Taotao Co., Ltd.", which looks decayed and deserted.

There were only a few cracked dummies in the shop window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different poses, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for Renovation".

At the same time, Matthew saw several Muggles passing by, pointing at the window here: "This place has never been opened."

In fact, Matthew had had almost no contact with Muggles in the past year and a half...

Just when Matthew was considering whether to take advantage of this rare opportunity to violate the regulations of the Ministry of Magic and get in touch with the Muggle world——

A deafening whistle!

A second later, a pair of huge wheels and lights suddenly appeared in front of Matthew at the speed of lightning and thunder. Matthew took a closer look and found that the wheels and lights belonged to a three-story bus. The golden letters on the windshield formed the following words: Knight Bus.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency transport for witches or wizards in distress. Just stick out your wand and step on board, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. My My name is Stan Sampac, and I am your conductor tonight!" An eighteen or nineteen-year-old wizard opened the car door and said lazily.

Matthew glanced again at the direction where the Muggles were, and they had completely disappeared from Matthew's sight.

Sure enough, in the current magical world, there are no loopholes in its rules.

He took out his wand from his waist and said calmly: "My name is Matthew Wakefield, and I want to go to Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts is...seven silversicles." Stan Sampac replied.

Matthew took out a dozen silver coins from his pocket and handed them to him, then climbed onto the knight bus with his luggage.

There were no seats in the car; behind the curtained windows stood six beds with brass posts. Candles were lit on brackets next to each bed, illuminating the entire compartment.

You sleep here, Stan pointed to a bed on his right.

Matthew walked over quickly.

"Sit tight and let's go!" Stan commanded loudly.

There was another huge bang, and Matthew was thrown onto the bed, the speed of the Knight Bus throwing him backwards.

He glanced out the window. The Knight Bus was speeding along the road, making a very noisy sound; many Muggles could be seen on the roadside, living just like Matthew did a year and a half ago. Life... It's just that no one can realize that there is a three-story bus passing by them unknowingly.

Stan looked at the surprised expression on Matthew's face with some pride: "Aren't you surprised that the Muggles couldn't find us?"

"Yeah." Matthew replied casually.

"Because they don't know how to listen well, and they don't know how to look well," Stan said with disdain. "Compared to wizards, they are just an inferior race... They should be like house elves and be our slaves. Instead of being carefree like this now..."

Matthew couldn't help but be stunned.

Stan Sampac gushed: "To be honest, if I were the Minister of Magic, I would definitely abolish the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy as soon as possible, and then drive Muggles away from our territory, or Be slaves to us, instead of letting them occupy the magpie's nest like we are now..."

"...If any Muggle dares to disobey us, we will throw them into the crematorium... Of course, there is no need for some beautiful female Muggles..." A greedy look suddenly appeared on his face, "They can help us carry on the family lineage, can't they... It only takes a small drop of love potion to make them fall at our feet..."

Stan Sampack talked a lot excitedly.

Matthew had a look of disgust on his face, but he didn't walk away.

"By the way, Wakefield," Stan Sampac continued, "Have you heard about Hogwarts..."

"You mean the centaurs riot at Hogwarts?" Matthew asked coldly.

"No, no, no, it's more than that..." Stan Sampac shook his head with a mysterious look on his face:

"The impact of this riot is said to be so far-reaching that it has affected the decision-making of some high-level officials of the Ministry of Magic... They generally believe that our control of inferior creatures, such as goblins, centaurs and Muggles, should be too loose. Now... the "International Statute of Secrecy from Wizards and Wizards" has become an obstacle at this time..."

"For example, Lord Grindelwald was very kind and gave the centaurs a living space in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. However, he was betrayed by those inferior creatures, and even Hogwarts fell into their hands for a time... So We should change our strategy towards them and control them more strictly. Those inferior creatures that are naturally rebellious should all be eliminated..."

Matthew frowned slightly.

Although he could not be sure of the authenticity of Stan Sampac's words...if the rumors were true, then the recent series of events would be quite intriguing.

"To be honest, I'm really looking forward to that day." As he said this, Stan Sampac glanced greedily at several sexy Muggle girls passing by outside the bus.

……

Stan Sampac is still talking big.

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the Knight Bus skidded to a stop, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Here we are, Hogwarts is here!" he shouted.

Matthew had already taken his luggage and hurriedly walked off the knight bus without looking back.

The Knight Bus stopped at the Hogsmeade platform that Matthew was familiar with... At the platform, Mr. Pringle, the administrator of Hogwarts Castle, was waiting for the return of the returning students.

There were many horseless carriages parked beside him (actually carriages pulled by the invisible Thestrals).

"This way!" He waved towards Matthew.

"Mr. Pringle!" Matthew walked over quickly.

"Remember to stay in the common room these days and don't move around... The castle has been messed up by those centaurs and needs a thorough cleaning... Do you understand? Three meals a day will be delivered to the common room of each college. Yes!" Mr. Pringle warned.

"I understand!" Matthew nodded.

Alone, he boarded a carriage pulled by the Thestral... and entered the Hogwarts campus along the route taken at the beginning of the school year.

There was indeed some chaos in the castle, and many portraits and sculptures were damaged. However, the overall damage was not serious. The portraits or sculptures that Matthew was familiar with were basically intact.

But what is even more shocking is that in many corners, you can see burnt manes, broken horse hooves, and bright red bloodstains...

It is conceivable that the castle experienced a fierce fighting not long ago...or a one-sided massacre, which is more appropriate.

Matthew held his nose and made his way back to the Slytherin common room.

There were no changes in the common room, and it seemed that centaurs could not break into the place without a password.

Matthew seemed to be the first Slytherin student to return, as he saw no one else in the common room.

He returned to his dormitory and lay on the bed with green silk curtains——

"I always feel like something terrible is about to happen!" Matthew Wakefield said to himself.