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"So you're saying that the dark wizard is an Animagus?"

A tall wizard with brown hair sat opposite Professor McGonagall.

His voice was low and serious.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair.

His face was full of vigilance.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"No, Scrimgeour! I've said it many times. He used microstructure transfiguration, a special magic that almost no one in the wizarding world studies. It is completely different from the traditional Animagus transfiguration."

The wizard named Scrimgeour frowned even more.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"But you also said that when you were at Hogwarts, the owl that attacked Harry Potter was killed by the backlash of his own spell. In this case, how could it still be here?"

Professor McGonagall was speechless for a moment.

Deep confusion also emerged between his brows.

"Yes, that's right. But the problem is that the body of the owl was not found at that time."

Scrimgeour's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Not found? Why?"

Professor McGonagall sighed softly.

Her expression was complicated.

"Because the body was handled by our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and you know, he was later confirmed to be a dark wizard. We have no way of knowing what he did to the body."

The wizard leaned back in his chair.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, you mean that the disappearance of the body may be related to this incident?"

"That's right."

Professor McGonagall nodded and then shook her head.

"But we need to consider one thing. The biggest difference between microstructure transfiguration and Animagus transfiguration is that the microstructure transfiguration is completely standardized and has no personal characteristics. Animagus will retain some characteristics of the caster. If someone completely learns the transformation structure of this dark wizard, it is possible to get exactly the same result. Therefore, I suspect that this matter may be related to the remnants of the Priory of Tindalos."

This sentence exploded in the tea room like a thunderbolt.

Scrimgeour's originally calm face suddenly changed.

He stood up suddenly.

Like an old lion.

There was unconcealable shock and vigilance in his eyes.

He stared at Professor McGonagall.

The tone was unquestionable and resolute.

"Ms. McGonagall, I must solemnly tell you about all matters concerning the Priory of Tindalos - the Ministry of Magic has completely destroyed this organization seven years ago!"

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In a tea room next to the dean's tea room.

Deveraux was curled up in a small single sofa.

He held a cup of steaming black tea in his hands.

He stared at the small table in front of him with empty eyes.

The table was filled with various snacks.

Chocolate frogs, lemon sherbet, and frosting feather pens were all available, but these snacks that usually made the little wizards' eyes shine.

At this moment, they could not arouse his interest at all.

His eyes were unfocused.

The hot steam in the teacup blurred his face.

He looked like a sculpture.

Even his breathing seemed heavy.

The nurse wizard next to him saw this.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This was a young witch wearing a light green nurse uniform.

She picked up a chocolate frog.

She smiled at Deveraux with a casual look.

"Little Deveraux, do you want to eat a chocolate frog? Or... are you collecting wizard cards? There may be a rare one hidden in it!"

She tried to break the suffocating silence with a relaxed tone.

But Deveraux just shook his head mechanically.

No words.

His eyes were still glued to the small table.

It seemed that there was a riddle engraved on the table that he couldn't understand.

The nurse put down the chocolate frog helplessly.

The smile on her face gradually faded.

It turned into deep worry.

Shaked her head.

"It seems that being attacked by a dark wizard has really left a great shadow on this child!"

Walked out of the room.

Reported Deveraux's situation to the two Aurors guarding the door.

At the same time.

In the Strange Bacteria Infection Department on the third floor.

A figure that you may not be able to detect even if you look carefully will walk out of a room.

"Oh my god, this dragon pox is too scary, stay away from fire dragons in the future!"

Deveraux recalled the scene in the ward just now.

The symptoms of dragon pox are terrifying.

The skin of the infected person has sores similar to dragon scales.

Green pus is constantly oozing out of it.

Every time the pus drips onto the ground, it makes a slight sound.A slight hissing sound.

It seems to corrode the air.

What's more terrifying is that.

These sores will also be accompanied by slight tremors.

It's as if something is wriggling under the skin.

While trying to suppress the churning feeling in his stomach.

That's right.

He is now exploring St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

By exploring the first and second floors.

Now he has obtained the spell proficiency card.

Now he is preparing to hit 60% of the exploration degree.

As for the Deveraux upstairs.

Hehe.

It's just a substitute he disguised with the animated polymorph.

An ordinary bed board was given life.

Add a little mechanical body movement.

Plus the pre-set "only shake your head" reaction.

Successfully deceived the nurse and the Auror guarding outside.

After all, since Deveraux beat that Vega away.

His [Hunter] instinct has never sounded the alarm again.

Then he naturally didn't need to stay next to the adult wizard.

So he cast an illusion spell on himself to increase his exploration.

However, the experience in this room made him hesitate to enter the next room.

But he looked at the 59.6% exploration.

"Just a little bit!"

Deverot muttered.

He threw the half-bitten chocolate frog into the trash can.

He pushed open the door of the next ward.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

[Ding! ]

[Current secret realm exploration 60%!]

[Entry upgrade card has been issued! ]

Deverot rushed out of the room.

He almost vomited while holding the trash can.

It took him a long time to straighten up.

"Oh my God, is lymphatic fungus so scary?"

This is a ward for treating lymphatic fungus.

The skin of the patients in the room was covered with gray-green hyphae.

These hyphae are intertwined.

Like a terrifying relief.

And what's worse is.

These hyphae seem to be crawling on the surface of the patient's skin.

As if living things are spreading.

Devereux decided to cast an eye disease spell on himself every time he entered the room on the third floor.

Otherwise, looking directly at the appearance of these patients might cause him more harm.

He leaned against the wall.

Take a few deep breaths.

Suppress the surging feeling in his stomach.

Then smile slightly.

Open the panel.

In the panel.

The brand new entry upgrade card lies quietly.

Glowing.

"But... everything is worth it."

(Sorry everyone, I recently read some comments from everyone, saying that the recent plot is hard to describe, there are too many settings, it doesn't look like Harry Potter. I'm really sorry, sorry, I will try my best to adjust it, and I will return to Hogwarts soon!)