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Hogwarts.

Underground classroom.

Lab dedicated to the Potions professor.

The lights were bright, and the air was filled with the smell of complex potions.

"So where's my werewolf?"

Deveraux looked up and asked.

At this time, he was putting the semi-finished product of a newly made pot of Polyjuice Potion into a container and sealing it.

Prepare to carry out the second step when the next full moon comes.

Snape sat at the desk beside him, his quill rustling on the parchment.

He didn't even raise his head, and his tone was obviously impatient.

"Did you faint in class? I said yesterday that they will need some time, at least a week to arrive."

Deveraux nodded and continued his work, but his eyes turned.

The figure of the new professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, Caim Mesphilos, flashed in his mind.

At present, he has no news about this person.

It can be said to be quite passive.

"Snape is the headmaster of Slytherin, maybe he knows the background of this professor?"

He thought to himself, then pretended to wash his hands casually and asked casually.

"Professor, how did this new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher suddenly appear? I remember that the principal usually holds a meeting in advance to talk about this kind of thing, right?"

Snape stopped writing, looked up and glanced at him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"He is a professor from a famous university invited by the principal from the United States. It is a blessing for you to be able to condescend to teach you little kids. You are still nitpicking here?"

After hearing this, Devereux's mouth twitched slightly and he rolled his eyes secretly.

Although I know that Snape's words must be unpleasant.

But why does this tone make people want to slap him?

University professor?

You say he is from the United States and is a university professor?

Can the university professor be recognized by the system?

Is the university professor indescribable?

Despite his inner complaints, Deveraux remained humble on the surface and continued to probe.

"Do you know where in the United States he is a professor? He looks... well, a little different from the traditional impression of Americans."

Deveraux tried not to be so offensive.

Snape raised his eyebrows, as if he was looking at whether Deveraux had other intentions.

After a moment, he answered.

"If you trace his family origins, he should be considered Egyptian. The color of his skin is not natural, but the effect of some ancient dark magic defense. This kind of magic is very rare, and I have never seen it."

Deveraux was shocked.

"Professor, it turns out that there is dark magic that you haven't seen?"

But the next second Deveraux realized that he had said the wrong thing.

Snape's face immediately darkened and asked coldly.

"Have you finished your work?"

Deveraux nodded.

"Then hurry up. If you talk about the professor behind my back again, I will deduct points from you."

He quickly arranged the instruments on the lab table, and when he was about to run away, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around to ask.

"Professor, are we still going to continue our duel training?"

Snape was still busy with his head down, without even raising his eyelids.

"Do you think you still need it?"

Deverot immediately heard the implicit meaning of this sentence, and a smile immediately climbed up the corner of his mouth.

He said half-jokingly.

"Of course I need it! I actually enjoyed the feeling of being knocked out by you!"

Snape finally raised his head, glared at him coldly, and pulled out the wand from his waist.

"Are you sure?"

Seeing this, Deverot turned around and ran without hesitation, and ran out of the underground classroom, leaving Snape snorting coldly and inserting the wand back into his waist.

Then, he picked up the quill again and wrote on the parchment.

"Sir Granger, I have a new research result on lycanthropy. Could you please introduce it to me..."

——

Deveraux strolled leisurely on the way back to the dormitory, feeling relaxed.

He raised his wrist to check the watch - it was just past ten o'clock.

"It's early to get off work today."

He muttered to himself, with a smile on his lips.

These days, he has not had an easy life under Snape's "exploitation", but today seems to be an exception.

Of course, he has not worked for Snape for a few days yet.

The campus was quiet, with only a few senior students holding thick books hurriedly passing by on the campus road.

They looked hurried, obviously studying hard for the upcoming exams.

Deveraux took a deep breath of the fresh night air, letting the night breeze brush his cheeks, and the feeling of relaxation was particularly precious at this moment.

However, just after taking a few steps, his body suddenly stiffened.

A familiar and dangerous feelingThe feeling came suddenly, hitting his nerves.

This was the perception brought to him by his [Hunter] entry.

He could sense the danger nearby.

Deveraux looked around, his eyes quickly swept across the corridor.

There were no other figures where he stood.

But he still had a vague intuition that something extremely dangerous was about to be born.

"Something..."

He frowned, immediately adjusted his breathing, and entered a state of meditation.

As his consciousness calmed down, his perception spread like water waves, covering the entire space on the first floor.

In the dead silence, a strange breath suddenly appeared somewhere at the end of the corridor.

Deveraux turned his eyes to that direction, and his brows furrowed more and more.

——

"Flames are blazing!"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the flames in front of him jumped, illuminating the entire room brightly and strangely.

He didn't know what was burning, but the expression on his face was complicated and distorted-both excited and enthusiastic, and mixed with nervous uneasiness.

He looked back frequently, as if he was afraid that someone would suddenly break in.

This was an extremely secret room, without windows, airtight all around, as if it was isolated from the entire Hogwarts.

Malfoy took a lot of effort to find this place. The only entrance was the closed door, and he had locked it tightly with magic.

The flames danced, devouring some unknown things.

Malfoy's breathing became rapid.

He looked back again to make sure that no one was following him.

Quietly, everything was normal.

Suddenly, he froze.

Malfoy's body was fixed in place like petrified, his fingers tightly grasping the wand.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the wall, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead.

There...

The wall that originally had only one door actually had another door at this moment!

"Impossible!"

He screamed in his heart. He had checked countless times and there was definitely only one entrance to this room.

But the door in front of him seemed to have grown out of the void!

Malfoy held his breath, and pointed his wand tremblingly at the door that suddenly appeared. His throat was so dry that he couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded in the room, with a sense of teasing and indifference.

"Perhaps, I should tell Professor Snape about this and ask him to expel you."

The voice echoed in the silent room, as if it came from all directions, but it was extremely clear.

Malfoy turned around suddenly, his face turned pale instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

The voice continued, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"In this way, you can get what you want and go to Durmstrang, the place you have been thinking about."

(Three more! There will be one more in the afternoon!)