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Chapter 114

As soon as Deveraux stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

All eyes turned to him.

Like a monkey in a zoo.

There was curiosity, admiration and... alertness in their eyes.

Although the Ministry of Magic did not directly announce the details of the previous battle in the auditorium.

But Marcus's disappearance without reason.

Quirrell's identity as a dark wizard.

Instantly made many people suspicious of Deveraux's identity.

Although many people still think that Deveraux is a good person.

This comes from his usual accumulation of character.

But many senior students who are not familiar with Deveraux cannot fully accept this.

So now there is a rumor that Deveraux is an undercover dark wizard.

Of course Deveraux doesn't care.

He only cares about whether he can learn something in class.

He walked straight to his seat and found that there was a large empty space around him-obviously everyone else deliberately avoided him.

Just as he took out his textbook, an unexpected person came over and sat down next to him without hesitation.

It was Wells, the guy who had mocked him in class.

Not only that.

After he sat down, he asked directly in the strange eyes of everyone.

"Are you a dark wizard?"

Deveraux was stunned.

Then he shook his head.

"No, um, not yet."

Wells nodded without changing his expression.

Then he began to speak.

"In history, the leaders of all dark wizards were called dark lords, and each dark lord had countless followers, which was also an important reason why they could influence the entire magic world. Mr. Alexander, as long as you give an order, I will support you as the third generation of dark lord! I want to be your dragon minister!"

Deveraux nodded after listening.

I understand.

This person is crazy!

Deveraux nodded and said.

"Okay, wait. I will never forget you when I unify Europe in the future, but your most important task now is to listen carefully and don't disturb me, understand?"

You must not be too serious when talking to a psychopath.

You have to go along with him.

Wells nodded very seriously after listening.

Then he flipped through his textbook.

He began to preview today's content seriously.

Deverot glanced at this over-focused guy, his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help sighing.

He raised his head and scanned the classroom, and found that all the people he glanced at pretended to look down at the book, and some even picked up the feather pen and started writing quickly, for fear of looking at him.

"Well, the learning atmosphere is much stronger than last week." Deverot nodded silently in his heart.

However, he didn't know that Wells's words just now had spread among the students at an alarming speed.

"Deverot is going to become the third generation Dark Lord!"

This news spread throughout the sixth grade Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in an instant, as if it had been accelerated by a spell.

Everyone was silent, fearing that the "future Dark Lord" would target him and use him to establish his authority.

Even Deverot's name began to be mentioned with caution, and only vague aliases were dared to be used instead.

Deverot was unaware of this and was waiting for the class to start.

At this moment, he had become the new generation of "You-Know-Who" without knowing it!

At this time, the door of the classroom was pushed open.

A person walked in slowly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted to him.

"Black?"

No, that's not right.

This person was not an ordinary black person, but a person with an extremely dark complexion, even a kind of "black" that was beyond human cognition.

He walked into the classroom wearing a retro and sophisticated British suit, which was completely different from the common robes of other professors.

The whole person exudes a strange aura, both elegant and with an indescribable sense of oppression.

What's even stranger is that he walked up to the podium so easily without any teaching aids in his hands.

Deveraux also looked at this professor who should be a new professor with curious eyes.

"Hello, everyone,"

The "extremely dark" professor spoke, his voice was low but unusually pleasant, with a natural attraction.

"I came from the United States at the invitation of Headmaster Dumbledore to temporarily serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will probably only teach you for a year, and then I will return to the United States."

He said, looking around the classroom, and added with a smile.

"My full name is Kem Mesphilos. You can call me Professor Mesphilos."

At this time, Deveraux noticed that this professor not only had an extremely strange skin color, but also had almost no whites of his eyes, and his entire eyeballs were almost pitch black, as ifStaring into the abyss.

Just as the two looked at each other.

The professor stopped.

He looked at Devero for a few seconds.

A smile appeared on his attractive face.

He nodded to Devero.

Devero didn't take it seriously.

Maybe it was because he was a kid.

So this person did this.

But this person's spoken English was very British.

You couldn't hear any American accent.

Then the class started.

Then, Professor Mesphilos officially started the course.

"I read the syllabus of the previous professor."

He chuckled, with a little teasing in his tone.

"Well, it's really thoughtful. But, to be honest, this kind of content is a bit outdated."

Mesphilos said with a slight smile.

The whole class was a little surprised.

They had been in school for six years, and no one would comment on the previous professor's course like this, even if it was a weird one like Quirrell.

Mesphilos continued, calmly.

"On this basis, today's black magic has already developed into a more complex and powerful system. If you still stay in this teaching plan from thirty years ago, you will probably be eliminated by the times."

Then, he raised his mouth slightly and added.

"So, in the first class, I will show you what the current black magic looks like."

After that, he walked down from the podium.

"Sorry,"

Mesphilos walked towards the students' seats and nodded slightly, with an extremely elegant posture.

"I am not used to using a wand to cast spells, so I don't carry it with me. Which classmate can lend me a wand?"

His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and finally stopped at Wells next to Devereux.

"This classmate,"

Mesphilos said softly.

"Can I borrow your wand?"

Wells was stunned, nodded almost subconsciously, and handed over the wand.

Everyone was curious about what this very strange professor would show them.