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Deverot froze, his back felt cold.

He turned his head subconsciously, and through the mist, he saw a huge black shadow approaching him at an alarming speed.

The outline of the shadow was blurred, but the oppressive feeling was suffocating, as if the god of death was approaching step by step.

"Damn!"

Deverot didn't care to think about it, he suddenly turned over and got up, turned around and ran. He rushed out of the long table area of ​​the cafeteria and ran straight to the door.

The footsteps were hurried and chaotic, and Deverot could clearly hear the sound of the giant beast's feet stomping heavily on the floor behind him, hammering his eardrums with every step.

What was even more terrifying was that he felt a hot and humid breath spraying on his back. If he ran slower, the beast's claws would tear his spine.

Finally, he rushed to the door, tried his best to use his shoulder to knock open the cafeteria door, pulled out his wand and swung it violently, gritting his teeth and shouting: "Quickly imprison!!"

The door slammed behind him with a loud bang.

Deveraux panted against the door, his hand still tightly grasping the wand, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

He felt his heart almost jump out of his chest, but he was finally safe for the time being.

"Huh... Fortunately, magic works here..."

He murmured, but then frowned again.

"Strange, when I was in Diagon Alley before, I couldn't use any spells. What's going on?"

Before he had time to think about it, the door behind him shook violently.

"Bang!"

The thing hit the door. The door shook, and then there was an angry roar, the voice was low and full of threats, roaring a warning of death.

Deveraux slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes became more cruel.

He tightened the wand in his hand and sneered.

"Haha, if I can use magic now... then the game is over."

However, just as he was about to turn around to fight the giant beast-

"Rustle...Rustle..."

A subtle rustling sound came from behind him, small but piercing, like thousands of insects crawling on the ground, and like the breathing of some unknown creature.

Deverot's heart was alarmed, and he turned around quickly, pointed his wand at the source of the sound, and scanned the fog in front of him vigilantly.

In the depths of the fog, something was flickering slightly-golden?

"What the hell..."

Deverot's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he slowly raised his wand, just about to chant a spell-

Buzz!

The world collapsed in front of him.

He fell heavily on the cold ground, opened his eyes, and found himself lying on an old tile floor, surrounded by a thick fog different from before.

"Damn... am I dead again?"

Deverot stared at the ceiling, with a mixture of shock and anger on his face.

"To die before seeing anything clearly... This is too absurd!"

Deverault took a deep breath and stood firm.

He looked around. This time, the environment was filled with a familiar smell of disinfectant, with a faint bitterness mixed with the scent of herbs.

"St. Mungo's Hospital..."

He murmured in a low voice. He remembered this place very clearly - the last time he was here, he died from an unexpected killing curse.

"I hope I can hold on a little longer this time."

He smiled bitterly, then raised his wand and waved it gently.

"Super armor protection!"

A layer of transparent shield wrapped around him like ripples, flashing with light.

He raised his head, held his breath, and was ready to face unknown challenges at any time.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and Deverault's pupils suddenly shrank - a bright green light penetrated the fog and attacked him directly!

"Here it comes!"

He shouted in a low voice and raised his hand to block the deadly spell.

The shield trembled slightly, but it was unbreakable. Deveraud sneered, "It won't be that easy this time."

He quickly waved his wand, and the same green light shot out from his fingertips, accurately counterattacking in the direction of the attack.

However, just when he thought he had the upper hand--

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Intensive air-breaking sounds suddenly rang out all around.

In the depths of the gray fog, countless green lights surged out like a tide, sweeping towards him all over the place!

"What the hell?! So many people! We were ambushed!!"

Deveraud's face changed, and he hurriedly waved his wand to try to fight back, but he soon realized that he had no way to resist!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The shield was hit continuously, trembling violently and making a harsh sound.

After a few seconds, the thin defense finally collapsed, and the green light engulfed him completely.

Deveraud only had time to utter a muffled groan, his body was knocked away, and then he suddenly opened his eyes--

Click!

He fell heavily on the solid ground, gasping.

The familiar layout around him made him realize that he had returned to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

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Deverot told Dumbledore everything he saw in the Pensieve without reservation.

Including Diagon Alley, where magic cannot be used, werewolves with similar voices but extremely large bodies appearing in Hogwarts, golden things that can kill people instantly, and dozens of dark wizards appearing at St. Mungo's at the same time.

Dumbledore listened quietly, frowning slightly, nodding from time to time, as if thinking about something.

Turning his head to an old witch with long silver curls and a yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs on the wall, he said.

"Dalis, Evra, you should have heard it?"

The silver-haired old witch opened her eyes immediately. She seemed to be sleeping soundly just now.

She said, "Of course."

The wizard nodded.

Dumbledore turned his eyes and instructed: "Daisy, I need you to inform the person in charge of St. Mungo's. The prophecy shows that a dark wizard may attack the hospital, so that they can be prepared."

"Evra, you go contact Fudge, strengthen the security measures in Diagon Alley, and pay close attention to unusual Muggle activities."

The two nodded, said no more, and walked away from the frame.

But strangely, instead of moving into nearby frames like other Hogwarts portraits, they disappeared completely.

Only a thick dark curtain remained in one frame, while the other was empty except for a lone carved leather chair.

"Dalys and Everra were two outstanding headmasters of Hogwarts,"

Dumbledore explained, his voice calm.

"Their portraits are hung in many important wizarding institutions, and they can travel freely and convey information at any time."

As he spoke, he walked slowly to the other end of the room, where there was a basin of burning blue flames.

Dumbledore stopped in front of the flames, lowered his head slightly, as if thinking about something, and then put his hands into the flames without hesitation.

Devereaux couldn't help but gasp, but soon discovered that Dumbledore's hands were not burned, but intact.

He seemed to be detecting some kind of information through the flames.

After a while, Dumbledore slowly pulled his hands out of the flames, with a look of contemplation on his face.

He sat back behind the desk again, his eyes fell on Devereaux, and he said gently.

"That's it for tonight, Devereux. Your prophecy about Hogwarts is very important, and I will investigate immediately. But the experience of the Pensieve, especially facing death one after another, is extremely draining on the soul. . Proper rest is important for you.”

Devereaux nodded, but instead of leaving in a hurry, he looked up and asked.

"Professor, do you have any guesses about what might happen at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore shook his head, with a hint of unpredictability in his tone.

"It's all very hazy. I just have some unformulated speculations, but maybe tomorrow, we'll have a clearer answer."

Devereux stood up to say goodbye and walked out of the principal's office. The wooden door closed gently behind him with a subtle click.