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After Deveraux walked into the small room.

Prout motioned him to wait a moment.

She said she needed to do some preparations.

The room was very quiet.

Only the ticking of the wall clock in the corner echoed.

Deveraux simply sat down cross-legged.

He began to think about the strange feeling just now.

Who was staring at him?

He closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath.

He spread his perception through meditation.

He carefully "scanned" the corridor he just passed.

Every wizard, every patient.

They all appeared in his perception one by one.

But the strange thing was.

The result was nothing.

There was no abnormal fluctuation.

It was as if the strange feeling just now was an illusion.

"Someone from the Priory of Tindalos?"

The first thing Deveraux thought of.

It was the organization that had previously issued a death threat to him.

But he quickly denied this guess.

He came to St. Mungo's for the inspection this time.

Only Moody, Madam Pomfrey and a few Aurors know.

No matter how powerful the Priory of Tindalos is.

It's impossible that even Moody can rebel, right?

That old guy is a complete paranoid.

He usually has to check a cookie three times with his magic eye before he dares to eat it.

"Could it be Voldemort?"

Deveraux continued to speculate.

But this possibility is also very low.

According to the clues he got in the bathroom before.

Voldemort is now possessed by a small object.

It is very likely that he is still trapped in Hogwarts.

And the protection spell of Hogwarts was set by the Aurors themselves.

If Voldemort wants to sneak out of the castle without alerting anyone.

It is almost impossible.

It is unlikely that the two enemies will appear here.

Deveraux couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that he just happened to meet a pervert who thought "this kid is handsome, why not kill him"?

Are there so many perverts in the UK?

He shook his head.

He gave up investigating for the time being.

Since he couldn't figure out who it was.

He should just stay the same.

He'll finish the inspection soon.

He'll follow Prout back.

The plan to explore the secret realm can be postponed.

Anyway, there's still plenty of time.

He was poisoned a few times in school.

As a [Potion Spirit], Deveraux can definitely do it easily.

Thinking about it, he opened the panel for exploring the secret realm.

[Current Secret Realm: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries]

[Exploration Degree: 10.4%]

He nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems that this place is similar to Platform Nine and a Quarter, and it can be regarded as a small wizard secret realm. There are no secret passages, and there are no hidden areas worth studying."

Deveraux thought secretly.

His expression became a little more relaxed.

Just as he imagined that he had obtained the wisdom of the second ancestor.

Prout had successfully restarted the instrument.

She lifted the rainproof cloth on the machine.

The cloth slipped off.

It raised a cloud of dust.

The whole machine was revealed.

And Devereux's first reaction when he saw this guy was.

This is not a "machine" at all!

It looks more like a living "existence".

The main body of the instrument is made of a dark red material with a metallic luster.

The surface is covered with complex circuits.

These circuits are not static.

Instead, they flow slowly in a certain pattern.

As if they contain vitality.

A translucent sphere is suspended on the top of the host.

There are constantly light spots gathering and dispersing inside.

Like a miniature nebula.

The "antennas" around the instrument are not ordinary metal structures.

Instead, they are made of a liquid similar to mercury.

Sometimes they condense into spikes.

Sometimes they flow into arcs.

Whenever someone approaches.

These liquid antennas vibrate slightly.

They emit a low humming sound.

"Is this the instrument for detecting the state of the soul?"

Deverot frowned.

He looked at the thing with some distrust.

"It feels like it's going to take my soul away directly."

Prout smiled.

"Don't be nervous, kid. This thing does look a little... scary. However, it is only used to 'see' your soul and will never hurt you."

He walked behind Deverot.

He put his hands on his shoulders and adjusted it to the position facing the machine.

Deverot realized that he was now standing in a circle drawn with golden powder.

He didn't know what the powder was for.

"Stand here now and don't move."

Prout put his hands on his shoulders.

His tone became serious.

"It will read the characteristics of your soul. Any interference may cause information distortion."

Then Prout walked to the instrument and took out the magic wand.Draw a line on a certain line.

Devereux was still hesitating.

But he found the core of the instrument.

The suspended nebula ball.

It lit up slightly.

As if it had sensed his presence.

Then.

A light as thin as a hair shot out from the sphere.

It penetrated his forehead directly.

"Ah!"

Devereux subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But he found that he could not move.

The gold powder under his feet turned into a fixator.

Locked Devereux firmly in place.

The feeling from the light was very strange.

It was not pain.

But an indescribable "stripping feeling".

Devereux seemed to see his body gradually blurring.

His consciousness was pulled into an endless void.

At this moment.

The instrument made a low roar.

The suspended nebula ball began to rotate rapidly.

The light spots inside gathered into a picture.

A ruined castle appeared vaguely.

But the entire castle was shrouded in black fog in an instant.

After a while, only groups of endlessly surging black fog could be seen in the nebula ball.

At this time, the strong sense of peeling gradually receded.

The restraint of the gold powder on Devereux's body was also weakened.

"What is this?"

Devereux asked in a low voice.

There was a tremor in his voice.

Prout's face also became solemn.

"This is a fragment of memory deep in your soul, which may be closely related to your past experiences or your destiny, but this black fog... strange, why does this happen?"

The picture flashed by.

The nebula ball returned to calm.

The antenna of the instrument slowly retracted into the main body.

"The test is completed, and a report will be generated in a while."

Prout patted Devereux on the shoulder.

"It seems that the situation of your soul... is quite complicated."

Devereux heard her hesitation.

"Ms. Prout, is my situation rare?"

Prout looked tangled.

Slowly.

"How should I put it? Actually, there are very few people like you who use the Killing Curse in a certain legal space. Our hospital has only received a few Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in the past. Most of the people who use this spell are dark wizards. After they are caught, they are directly sent to Azkaban."

Ms. Prout paused again.

As if thinking about something.

"And even if it is out of reasonable intentions, legal means and in an extremely urgent situation, to use the Killing Curse, in our current research..."

Ms. Prout's expression was very solemn.

"It will also cause permanent damage to the user, but the degree is different."

"And the fragmentation of the picture shown in the nebula ball just now can show the degree of damage to your soul to a certain extent. Generally speaking, there are one or two paintings with cracks in the middle, but... like you, a chaotic one, I have never seen it before."