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The suit man's throat rolled again, and his whole body trembled with fear.

The red sand in the hourglass continued to leak slowly, and time was like an invisible rope, tightly strangling his neck.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and the cold sweat on his forehead gathered into a stream and slid down his cheeks.

Finally, he seemed to accept his fate, his shoulders slumped, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.

"I guess... positive."

This sentence seemed to have exhausted his last will.

His eyes were fixed on the palm of the scarred man, as if the revelation of the gold galleon would determine his life or death.

The scarred man opened his palm slowly, and his movements were so slow that he seemed to be torturing the other party.

At the same time, the black muzzle of the gun was always firmly pointed at the chest of the suit man, without the slightest deviation.

The answer was revealed - positive.

"Be grateful for forgiveness, congratulations."

The scarred man smiled.

As if he was really happy that the suit man was forgiven.

The moment the man in the suit heard this, all his strength seemed to be drained away, and he collapsed to the ground.

He slumped against the cold card table, panting heavily, shaking uncontrollably like a prey that had just escaped from a predator.

The scarred man looked at him coldly and threw the gold Galleon into his arms.

The man in the suit subconsciously grabbed it, fearing that it would slip again.

"This is your lucky coin,"

The scarred man's voice was calm, but with a hint of command.

"Be sure to keep it well."

After he finished speaking, he slowly retracted the gun, his movements were as clean and neat as a mechanical procedure.

Then, he picked up the heavy bag of gold Galleons with one hand, as if he didn't feel the weight at all, and stepped over the man in the suit who was lying on the ground, and walked out of the chess and card room without looking back.

The man in the suit lay on the ground, holding the gold Galleon tightly, stunned for a long time, as if he had not recovered from the fear just now.

When he came to his senses, the footsteps outside the door made him realize something. He got up suddenly and rushed out of the room.

"Hey! Alexander!"

He shouted at the scarred man's back.

"Where are you going? I still have to take you to England!"

At this time, Alexander had walked to the other end of the street.

His steps were steady, his shoulders were as broad as a mountain, and it was chilling.

And strangely, the heavy AK-47 had disappeared.

Alexander didn't even turn his head, leaving only a sentence, which echoed coldly in the cold night wind.

"Solve some problems."

——

"Hey! Alexander, what are you doing?"

Deverot was rubbing his sore shoulders and yawning.

He turned around slowly and saw Professor Sprawni coming over with a loving smile.

He responded sleepily.

"Professor, I'm going to bed now, what's wrong?"

Professor Sprawni didn't say much, but handed him a small round piece and gently placed it in his palm.

The thing was light green and had a hint of grassy fragrance.

"Here, kid, take this."

She spoke gently.

"I see you didn't sleep all night. Observing Luna's symptoms, brewing Polyjuice Potion with Snape, and doing cold brew experiments. This is a young mandrake. Put it in your mouth before going to bed. It can help you improve your sleep and let you sleep all day."

Deverot took the grass piece and smelled the subtle fragrance, and a smile appeared on his face.

He sincerely thanked Professor Sprawni.

"Thank you, professor, I really need it."

Yes, Deverot stayed up all night.

But the harvest of this night really made him feel worth it.

Throughout the night, he observed Luna's transformation in detail, from human to werewolf, and then from werewolf back to human at every stage.

He recorded her physical changes, psychological state, and the effects of the potion one by one.

Every detail made him understand lycanthropy more deeply.

More importantly, based on all these observations, some ideas for new potions have emerged in his mind.

Potions to alleviate the symptoms of lycanthropy.

Now this idea is not complete enough, but it has opened up a direction for him.

Perhaps after a few more experiments, he can turn these ideas into reality.

After Luna turned back into a human, she fell into a deep sleep, and the experiment was far from over.

Deveraux then worked with Professor Snape to complete the last step of brewing the polyjuice potion.

That was originally the work of the first half of the night, but it was postponed to the second half of the night because of Luna's experiment.

The two worked non-stop and finally completed all the processes smoothly.

Then they turned to the cold brew experiment of wolfsbane potion.Although cold brewing technology can greatly extend the shelf life of potions, the nature of Sirius grass makes this process extremely difficult.

As the [Potion Spirit], Deveraux can even directly feel the rapid loss of potion efficacy.

They tried many solutions, but all failed.

Despite this, this night was still a success.

Not only did he obtain important data, but he also learned that Luna would be enrolled early at the beginning of the semester and become an important assistant in the development of wolfsbane potion.

Now she has been sorted into Ravenclaw College by the Sorting Hat.

I heard from Dumbledore that this is the first student who enrolled a year early in all his years as headmaster.

But I believe Hogwarts will give students in difficulties a break.

While lying on the bed, Deveraux put the mandrake slice in his mouth, and the slight coolness quickly spread, driving away his fatigue all night.

He closed his eyes, and Luna's smiling face appeared in his mind.

"I have to take care of her more at school."

This was his last thought before he fell asleep.

——

Deverot slept until the next afternoon, feeling refreshed.

When he got up from the bed, his stomach was already growling.

After washing up, he took his roommate Adrian to the auditorium to enjoy a late lunch - even though it was already afternoon.

Before they sat down for long, they saw a familiar figure running over. It was Luna!

She looked very energetic, not like someone who had just experienced a werewolf transformation last night.

She still had a shocked expression on her face, and she was holding a copy of The Quibbler in her hand.

"Luna?"

Deverot was a little surprised.

"How do you feel? Last night... must have been very tiring. How are you adapting to campus life?"

Deverot's tone was a little cautious, as if he was afraid that she would feel embarrassed or uneasy if he mentioned what happened yesterday.

But obviously, he underestimated Luna's mentality.

"Sure!"

Luna sat down next to Deveraux unceremoniously and waved her hand casually, as if last night's experience was not worth mentioning at all.

"But I have something to ask you."

"Hmm? What is it?"

Deveraux picked up a piece of bread on the plate and prepared to take a bite.

Luna stared at him with a sharp gaze and suddenly said.

"Why are people saying that you are the third generation Dark Lord? I have argued with them for a long time. I think Potter should be the third generation, and you are at most the fourth generation."

As soon as the voice fell, Deveraux's action of biting the bread suddenly stopped, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He almost choked the bread crumbs into his throat, and even Adrian next to him was stunned, and the spoon in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"This is quite complicated..."

Deveraux spoke with difficulty.

"Hmm?"

Luna tilted her head.

"I think Potter is more like the third generation Dark Lord! But others don't think so. They think Potter is the savior, and you are more suitable. They must have made a mistake!"

"Mistaken..."

Deverot forced himself to suppress the complex emotions in his heart and tried to make himself sound calmer.

"It's the topic you discussed."

Luna seemed not to hear his answer. Suddenly she sighed regretfully and said seriously.

"Alas, I thought Hogwarts would give each student a horse."

This made Deverot's nerves, which had just returned to normal, tense again.

He stared at Luna blankly.

"Horse?"

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