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The time at noon always seemed particularly short. Deveraux stretched his body and stretched his muscles a little. He remembered Flitwick's strange behavior just now and planned to go back to the laboratory to continue working.

He waved his wand gently, and a lunch box appeared in his hand. There were several pieces of mutton pies neatly placed inside, and there were also several hot dishes unique to Hogwarts, exuding an enticing aroma.

Deveraux looked at the lunch box with satisfaction, and a faint smile appeared on his face. This was a special portion he had prepared in the cafeteria just now - not for himself, but for someone "special".

"The old bat didn't sleep well last night, and he spent so much time in the laboratory today, and he didn't even have lunch. If no one takes care of him, he will collapse directly next to the crucible?"

Deveraux shook his head and muttered to himself in a low voice.

He had a little teasing on his lips, but he was really worried about Snape's health in his heart. Since coming to Hogwarts, although the gloomy potion professor still sneered at him on the surface, the relationship between the two men has quietly changed over time.

It may not be appropriate to say that they are both teachers and friends, but Deveraux did feel that Snape gradually began to regard him as a person worthy of recognition, rather than the annoying and troublesome student at the beginning.

Thinking of this, the corners of Deveraux's mouth rose slightly.

Facing a person like Snape who has a sharp tongue and a sawing heart, Deveraux felt that he got along well with him.

He was still very good to him. Although he was not very lenient to Deveraux verbally, who made Deveraux broad-minded?

"Forget it, who makes me a good person, it is also right to care about it."

So, he carried the lunch box and strode towards the direction of the laboratory.

Deveraux walked in the corridor of Hogwarts, and the sunlight sprinkled on the ground through the stained glass windows, reflecting a mottled light and shadow. But he was not in the mood to appreciate these views, because he felt that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong.

The students still walked around him as usual, which was a common thing. Since the third week, he has become the focus of Hogwarts, and avoiding him seems to have become a subconscious behavior of the students. However, the situation today seems different.

Not only do they avoid him deliberately, but every time someone passes by him, they always sneak a peek at the newspaper in their hands, then look at him in horror, and finally leave in a hurry, as if he is some kind of scourge.

"What's going on?" Devereux muttered in his heart, frowning slightly.

One or two abnormal behaviors may be coincidences, but it is too weird that everyone he meets along the way does this. Moreover, he noticed that the newspapers in the hands of those students were also a little strange - it didn't seem to be the Daily Prophet.

"Aren't the reports in the Daily Prophet all positive news about me? These people have an expression of seeing evil. Is there any big news today?"

His intuition told him that there must be something strange.

Devereux quickened his pace, wanting to find someone to ask clearly. Coincidentally, a Hufflepuff first-year student came from the other end of the corridor, holding a newspaper in his hand, his eyes wandering, obviously trying to avoid Deveraux.

Deveraux didn't think much, and directly reached out and snatched the newspaper from the little wizard's hand.

"Ah--!"

The Hufflepuff screamed, and didn't even dare to turn his head, and ran away quickly.

Deveraux shook his head speechlessly and looked down at the newspaper in his hand. He just opened it, and his brows frowned even tighter.

This is not "The Daily Prophet", but "The Quibbler"! ! !

Deveraux took the magazine and glanced at the cover, and was instantly shocked by its content.

The cover did not use the dynamic picture of him casting Vulcan as the focus like the "Daily Prophet". Instead, it picked a photo that made him completely speechless-that was the moment when he ignored Harris in the duel and turned to look at the door of the auditorium with a gloomy face.

In the photo, he had a cold look and slightly pursed lips. With the shadow effect of the light, he looked like a scheming and ambitious man who looked down on everyone.

"..."

Deverot's mouth twitched fiercely.

He was worried about Percy at the time. Did his worried expression look so evil to others?

Looking at the headline on the cover again, Deverot almost couldn't breathe:

"The Rise of the New King: The Dark Lord of France Dominates Scotland?"

His hand stayed on the cover of the magazine for a moment, resisting the urge to tear it into pieces, took a deep breath, and turned the inside page.

He then turned the page.

As expected, the entire magazine was filled with all kinds of terrifying and exaggerated conspiracy theory titles:

"Who is the fourth generation Dark Lord? Two or three things you have to know behind the Hogwarts Duel Open Tournament!"

"As the fourth generation Dark Lord, Deveraux Alexander has become accustomed to not using a wand to cast spells. Will this lead to a trend?!"

"The third and fourth generation Dark Lords are closely related. What is the conspiracy?"

"Whether to follow the fourth generation Dark Lord? A major choice that Hogwarts students are about to face!"

Uh.

Deveraux can only be said to be a devil's advocate.

It almost completely subverted the entire Duel Open Tournament with conspiracy theories.

Deveraux closed the magazine, raised his head and exhaled, trying to suppress the anger that was gradually rising in his heart. However, he soon noticed something unusual.

Isn’t The Quibbler a niche magazine? Why are almost every student in the corridor holding a copy?

He frowned, pinched the magazine tightly, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

With questions in mind, Devereux continued walking toward the laboratory. Before he had walked a few steps, he saw a scene that made his blood pressure soar: a familiar figure standing next to a pile of magazines, dancing and handing out free copies of "The Quibbler" to the students.

Haha, no need to ask, it must be Wells.

Devereaux's face suddenly darkened, almost dripping with water. He quickened his pace and approached, and Wells's loud voice soon sounded in his ears:

"Come, come! Free magazine! No need to pay, learn about the future of Hogwarts! See how our Lord Devereaux reaches the top step by step! When he rules Hogwarts next year, You won’t be caught off guard!”

Devereux's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot as he listened to Wells's unfounded slogan.

"What rules Hogwarts? What peak? What the hell is this guy talking about?"

He suppressed his anger and walked quickly to Wells. The guy was still talking, waving a magazine in his hand, and making a sales pitch to a few junior students who were obviously a little scared.

Wells finally noticed Devereux's arrival. He stopped talking, looked up, and immediately beamed with joy.

"Sir, why are you here-"

Before Wells finished speaking, Devereaux snorted, waved his wand, and recited a spell as fast as lightning.

Bang!

Wells was unprepared and was instantly hit by a magic beam. Then, his body began to change rapidly - from his feet to his head, his bones shrank and his hair grew. In just a few seconds, he turned into a shiny brown man. Big dog.

Before Wells the dog could figure out what was happening, Devereux's wand waved again. The magazine in his hand turned into a strong rope with a collar attached to the end. The rope flew out as if it had eyes, and with a snap, it was accurately wrapped around Wells's dog-shaped neck.

"Ouch!" Wells let out an aggrieved and helpless bark.

Devereaux strode forward and grabbed the other end of the rope unceremoniously, with an expression as cold as ice on his face.

He lowered his head, stared into Wells's dog eyes, and said in a cold tone:

"Come on, 'Sir' is in a good mood today. Let's have some fun with you!"

(Third update! Today I took the time to watch the last HP movie, The Deathly Hallows. I have to say that the filming was indeed not very good (＠´＿｀＠). David Coconut is really ruined... but Some clips are still very touching, such as Snape's last memories and the clips when Lupine Tonks died. I can only say that Rowling's writing level is really high, and it also brought back the long-lost memories of my little brother. Memories, and thanks for writing this book, allowed my little brother, who had never read a few books except for online articles in college, to regain the joy of reading. HP really makes me feel interesting every time I read it. I also learned that some big book friends have not read the original book. I really recommend reading it. It is very interesting. Thank you for your companionship. I will always be loyal to Harry Potter!