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Click! Click! Click...

The huge instrument made a low mechanical sound.

A piece of paper slowly spit out from the gap between the exposed wires.

Plot immediately stepped forward.

Grabbed the paper in his hand.

Her eyes wandered over the paper.

The more she looked.

The tighter her brows frowned.

Deverot stood aside.

Her eyes wandered over Prout's face.

He wanted to ask what the result was.

But Prout's expression made him swallow the question.

After a few seconds.

She finally moved her eyes away from the paper.

But she cast a glance at Deverot.

This glance made Deverot's heart tighten-in that look.

With indescribable complexity.

It seemed to be doubtful.

It seemed to be worried.

There was even a little...weird?

Prout took a deep breath.

As if trying to sort out his thoughts.

Then.

She put the paper down.

Turned around.

Try to be relaxed.

"I'm sorry, kid. I can't make a judgment on your situation alone. I need to discuss it with the head of the department. Can you please wait a moment?"

Without waiting for Devereux to answer.

She walked quickly to the door.

Pushed the heavy iron door open decisively.

The door hinge made a low creaking sound.

Then it closed heavily.

Bang!

The room fell silent again.

Devereux was stunned for a moment.

Standing there.

Prout's performance just now... was really abnormal.

He looked around.

The furnishings in the small room still looked cold.

The huge and ancient instrument in the corner was silent.

As if it was not the one that spit out the paper just now.

"What is going on?"

Devereux muttered in a low voice.

His eyes could not help but sweep towards the instrument.

And the paper that Prout had just confirmed five times.

What exactly was written on it?

"Will it not give me the whole 'Deverot Alexander Syndrome'? Then I will be considered to have made history."

Deverot's mouth twitched a little when he thought about it.

As for the soul split mentioned by Prout.

He didn't completely ignore it.

However.

Judging from her tone.

There should be a way to cure this thing.

I just don't know if this situation.

Will the bonus of his spell proficiency card be counted in...

Thinking of this.

Deverot couldn't help but think of the previous scenes.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, howling spells.

The soul seemed to be overwhelmed by the violent fluctuations.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If all these were really counted.

His soul would probably have been shattered into pieces.

"Forget it, don't think about it, the hospital will find a way."

He laughed at himself in a low voice.

Throw these thoughts out of his mind.

Look around.

Deveraux's eyes stopped on the small desk next to him.

There was a nameplate there:

It said.

Melinda Price.

Receptionist of the Curse Injury Department and Unforgivable Curse Therapist.

"Unforgivable Curse Therapist?"

Deveraux raised his eyebrows.

He had a little interest in Prout's background.

"To be able to do this job, the entry must be not simple, right? Well, I have to see what abilities she has later."

He glanced around again.

In addition to the instrument in this room.

There seems to be nothing else worth studying.

Deveraux walked to the instrument.

Looked at it carefully.

It is now dormant.

The mercury spikes surrounding the stardust ball have long been retracted.

The whole instrument looks cold and deserted.

It even makes people doubt whether it is still "alive".

He tentatively touched the shell of the instrument with his hand.

Cold and silent.

No matter how he observed.

The instrument did not respond at all.

"Where is the switch?"

He frowned.

Trying to recall what Prout had just done.

However.

She did not seem to have any special steps to "activate" the instrument.

Although Devereux is a [Genius Staff Maker] and [Prank Inventor].

But this kind of medical instrument is still a bit beyond his scope.

Devereux scratched his head.

Helplessly walked around the instrument.

Still nothing.

Suddenly.

He stopped.

His eyes rolled.

He had an idea in his mind.

He walked to the door.

Gently opened the door a crack.

Carefully poked his head out.

Looked around.

Confirmed that Prout had not returned yet.

Then Devereux sat cross-legged facing the instrument.

He adjusted his breathing.

He instantly entered a state of meditation.That's right.

Devereux wanted to use his perception to see the internal structure of the instrument.

After all, it was an instrument that could explore the state of a person's soul.

It was quite interesting for Devereux.

Of course.

There was a threat inside the hospital outside the door.

So Devereux didn't dare to use all his perception to perceive the instrument.

He still placed some of it in the corridor outside.

So that he could detect danger at any time.

As the breathing rhythm gradually stabilized.

The mist-like perception slowly spread out.

Surrounding the instrument and the corridor outside.

Devereux carefully focused most of his perception on the inside of the instrument.

The filamentary perception touch was like a flexible probe.

It gradually probed into the gaps in the lines on the surface of the instrument.

Instantly.

He was enveloped by an illusion of falling into an endless abyss.

The inside of the instrument was completely dark.

There was no light.

He could only rely on the shape and texture touched by the perception filaments to distinguish everything around him.

But it was an unactivated instrument.

Such an effect was normal.

So Devereux continued to go deeper.

Gradually.

He discovered an extremely complex network of lines inside the instrument.

These lines were entangled and extended.

Like a huge spider web.

And the hidden lines on the surface of the instrument.

It was also the externalized part of these lines.

"Strange, why do wizards use so many cables in their equipment? Isn't this a Muggle trick?"

He frowned.

It felt that this thing was somewhat incompatible with traditional wizard creations.

Devereux followed these lines and went deeper into the interior.

The perception filaments continued to advance deeper along the lines.

Finally touched a core component - all the lines seemed to lead there.

He could clearly feel it.

The line used to connect the stardust ball.

There was a round thing connected below.

Gradually.

He couldn't help but put all his perception on the exploration of this instrument.

After confirming that all the lines are connected to this component.

After the other places are not missed.

Devero let the perception threads begin to explore the component.

Bump.

Concave.

Bump.

Concave.

...

Devero tried to explore its surface.

He found that it was unusually smooth.

Soft to the touch.

But full of strange irregularities - this is not like any precision-processed magic tool.

More like some kind of naturally formed existence.

The perception continued to slide.

He found that the round component was covered with tiny holes.

Densely packed.

Creepy.

"These holes... What are they used for? Is there a more complex structure inside?"

Devero couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Controlling the perception threads.

Carefully going deep into those holes.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A pair of eyes suddenly flashed in his mind without warning - gray and lifeless, empty without a trace of life.

"Shit!"

Deverot suddenly woke up.

His whole body seemed to be hit by something.

He jumped up from the ground.

He knocked over the chair behind him.

He almost flipped the desk.

He gasped for breath.

His back was covered with cold sweat.

The look of those eyes just now was still lingering in his mind.

"Did they... put a person into the instrument?"

He muttered to himself.

He stared at the instrument with wide eyes.

His breathing became more and more rapid.

The instrument still stood quietly in the same place.

As if nothing had happened.

At this time.

Click!

Deverot raised his head suddenly.

It was the sound of footsteps falling!

[Hunter]'s intuition told him.

There is someone outside the door!