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"It's okay. You go and eat first. Dogs are not allowed in the cafeteria. Well, okay, I'll be here in a minute."

Devereux stood at the door of the cafeteria, watching the three Harrys walk away, then looked down at the dog shaking its head at his feet, and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, let's go, let's find a quiet place to talk about life."

He murmured, leading the dog towards a remote corridor.

Coming to a corner where no one had passed, Devereux took out his magic wand and waved it lightly. The seemingly honest dog immediately twisted and transformed, turning back into an unkempt young man in the blink of an eye.

"You kid, remember this for me!"

There was grit in Devereaux's tone.

"Don't use my name to promote things outside in the future, do you understand? Ah?!"

The young man had just returned to his human form and was still kneeling on the ground. He was obviously a little dizzy. He looked up at Devereux and nodded hurriedly.

"I understand! My lord, I never dare to do it again!"

Devereaux rubbed his temples and asked helplessly.

"Where did you get those magazines? You won't tell me that you bought them yourself, right?"

Wells answered cautiously.

"A girl from Ravenclaw gave it to me, saying it would help your reputation in school. When I saw it, I saw that the writing was really good, and the bragging was really good! And she said she didn't need any money, so I took it. , I wanted to help you distribute flyers, but I met you..."

"A Ravenclaw girl?"

Devereaux's brows instantly furrowed even more tightly, and a familiar figure appeared in his mind.

"Luna..."

He murmured lowly, with a hint of collapse in his voice.

On one side is Luna Lovegood, who is quirky and likes to cause chaos, and on the other is Wells, who is stupid and blindly worships.

These two people are simply the source of his current unstable reputation!

"Okay, Wells."

Devereaux stepped forward and grabbed Wells by the collar, lifting him up with a low but oppressive tone.

"I asked you to stay here because you would ruin my plan, do you understand?"

When Wells heard this, his eyes widened with shock.

"Plan?! You have a plan?!"

Devereux rolled his eyes inwardly.

Where did this come from?

It was just a random excuse he gave so that Wells wouldn't cause any more trouble.

"Of course!"

He raised his voice, looking matter-of-fact.

"But it is not implemented now. Think about it for yourself, which Dark Lord in history started causing trouble in school? Grindelwald gradually came to prominence after being expelled by Durmstrang. As for the mysterious man, he was also in Q3. His power was fully developed when he was ten years old. How old am I now? Do you know how to accumulate?"

Wells looked enlightened and nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, I understand, sir! So you are accumulating in hibernation! How clever!"

Seeing his dull look, Devereux finally let go of his collar and exhaled slowly, with a hint of exhaustion in his tone.

"Okay, let's go eat and don't cause any more trouble for me."

Wells responded repeatedly, turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned back, his eyes fell on Devereaux's feet, and he suggested cautiously.

"Sir, you can actually change to a pair of leather shoes, so..."

Before he finished speaking, Devereux glared at him coldly. Wells shrunk his neck and quickly slipped away with his tail between his legs, fearing that he would be scolded if he said another word.

After Wells' figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, Devereux slowly shook his head.

He rubbed his brows, feeling that his whole day was more troublesome than boiling a pot of failed potion.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk to the cafeteria, a rush of footsteps came from behind.

Just as he was about to turn his head to check, a figure flew past him so fast that it almost caused a gust of wind.

Devero turned around subconsciously and saw that the figure had quickly ran into the canteen, without even having time to see his face clearly.

But that iconic platinum blonde hair was all too familiar to him.

Draco Malfoy.

Devereaux frowned slightly, his eyes staying on the disappearing figure.

Ron had clearly said that Malfoy had gone back because of family matters.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be in Hogwarts at this time.

What's even more strange is that Malfoy looks a little panicked, even a little embarrassed, which is completely different from his usual arrogant look.

Is he avoiding someone or rushing to see someone?

Devereaux's thoughts were disrupted by this sudden episode.

Some possibilities vaguely emerged in my mind, but it was like a layer of fog, and I could never see the truth clearly.

He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"never mind,"

he murmured.

"It's better to solve the stomach problem first, and then go to Dumbledore after dinner to find out what the prophecy means."

——

That night.

Hogwarts Gryffindor Common Room.

Women's bed.

The coolness of the night spread through the cracks in the window. Hermione huddled on the soft cushions by the window, wrapped in a blanket, but her eyes crossed the darkness outside the window and stayed on the blurry sky in the distance.

The outline of the moon was just covered by a drifting cloud, and the soft silver light loomed between the clouds, which was very similar to the ups and downs of her mood at the moment.

Her fingertips gently touched the wooden edge of the window sill, as if it was an outlet for some thoughts.

The boy's shadow appeared in her mind again and again.

"If you stare out the window like this, the moon will be shy."

A brisk voice interrupted Hermione's thoughts. Parvati leaned silently against her bed railing and looked at her with a smile.

Hermione was startled and sat up quickly, covering up by wrapping the blanket tighter.

"I... just want to get some fresh air."

Her voice was a little vague, but she didn't dare to look directly at Lavender.

Parvati raised her eyebrows, snorted softly, then sat next to her, leaning against the window sill to look at her face.

"You look a little wrong, Hermione."

Hermione pursed her lips and didn't say anything, and covered herself with the blanket directly.

"Sleep, sleep!"

——

"Professor, I'm here to borrow the Pensieve."

Deveraux gently pushed open the door of the principal's office and walked in.

As always, he was polite.

Just as he walked out of the principal's office, the secret door here opened by itself, as if waiting for him.

Inside, Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, looking at him through his half-moon glasses.

He smiled slightly, his tone soft.

"Good evening, Deveraux. Need a Pensieve, right?"

Deveraux nodded and greeted politely.

"Yes, Professor."

Dumbledore didn't ask any more questions, but just raised his right hand lightly.

The hand moved gracefully, as if conducting an invisible movement.

A moment later, the Pensieve floated out of the small storage room next to it and hovered between the two of them.

"Okay,"

Dumbledore smiled and gestured.

"It's yours now. Just pretend I'm not here. You can start."

(Two updates. Sorry everyone, there are only two updates tonight. I'll make up for it tomorrow. The main reason is that you can see that the plot is about to enter a new climax, which is also the first climax I think. The inside of Hogwarts is gradually splitting into two factions, which is a conclusion to Voldemort's lurking line and part of the prophecy line. So I need more time to think about it. As for the problem of the emotional line, I still have an idea, that is, the children are still young now, and we have to wait until they grow up. Now at most, we can do some preparation.)