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It was rare to see Hermione who got up early in the cafeteria today.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think much about it.

Just as he was thinking about the plan for today's experiment, a familiar and uncomfortable laughter interrupted his thoughts.

He raised his head and saw a person walking from the front, with a strange smile on his lips and his hands casually inserted into the pockets of his large black robe.

It's Cam Mesferos.

The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, the man is a mystery to Devereux.

He was the kind of person Devereaux would least want to befriend: his background was a mystery, his behavior was strange, and even the entry system Devereaux relied on couldn't get detailed information about him.

"What a good morning, Alexander-san!"

Mesphilos's voice was filled with inexplicable enthusiasm. He stood in front of Devereaux, bending slightly and staring at him with a smile, as if he was looking at an interesting piece of art.

Devereux frowned slightly and unconsciously took a half step back, but heard the other party continue:

"I heard Professor Snape said that you haven't gone to class in the past month?"

Devereaux raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that Professor Mesferos would actually care about his studies.

"That's right, Professor."

He replied, his tone lukewarm, trying to sound polite and distant.

"I am assisting Professor Snape in completing an important research, mainly in terms of statistics."

Mesphilos nodded slightly after hearing this, and a meaningful smile appeared on his dark face. He didn't seem to be surprised by Devereaux's explanation, but rather seemed to find the answer pleasing to him.

"I see, that's a shame."

Mesferos's voice was drawn out, his tone lazily.

"Because we are just about to start teaching advanced courses on 'Soul Reshaping' and 'Dementor Defense' in the next two weeks. I think these contents may be very helpful to you."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up, patted his robe gently, and added as if casually.

"Okay, goodbye, Alexander-san."

Then, he turned around, his robes fluttering, as if he was being driven by an invisible wind, and he slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Devereux looked at his back and twitched his lips. The purpose of seducing him to go to class was too obvious, right?

Despite this, he had to admit that the course on the "Patronus Charm" did make him a little excited.

That was something he didn't have a solid grasp of yet, and the threat of dementors was very likely to become a hidden danger that couldn't be ignored in his future plans.

As for "soul reshaping", Devereux was not interested at all. Just hearing the name, it felt like a dangerous and unpleasant magic.

Okay, then I will find time to take a leave from Professor Snape this week and learn the Patronus Charm first.

Devero thought and walked towards the direction of the laboratory.

——

Devereaux came to the laboratory early in the morning, but before he entered the door, he saw a note with a magical aura hanging in the air.

On the note, written in Snape's familiar and delicate handwriting:

"Boy, I have something to take care of today. I leave the statistics of Luna Lovegood's healing data to you."

"Depend on!"

Devereux's face was filled with black lines for a moment, and he couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Snape, you missed work the next day??"

Reluctantly putting the note into his pocket, he sighed secretly.

Complaints are complaints, things still have to be done.

"Forget it, let's make some new confounding agent first, and then go find Luna at noon."

Devero whispered to himself, quickly planning the next schedule.

"The Ravenclaw class schedule in the morning should be a Charms class. It's a good time to go to Professor McGonagall to ask about the research progress of 'Microstructure Transformation'..."

He stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, frowned slightly, and made secret calculations in his mind.

"If Luna's disease can be cured as soon as possible, half of the werewolf problem in Hogwarts can be solved. As for the remaining Percy Weasley, as long as the follow-up treatment goes well, the prophesied scene may be avoided. …”

This thought made him feel a little more relaxed. He took a deep breath and decided to focus on the work in front of him.

Devereux organized his thoughts and started to get busy.

He walked over to the large pile of hairy flesh that was the alchemical creation that treated Percy yesterday.

Devereaux thought for a moment, what should he do with the meat?

Devereaux shook his head thinking, "Let's just deal with it humanely when it's all right."

Then he got busy.

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Five o'clock in the morning.

five o'clock in the morning

London, Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron.

It was still dark outside, and Diagon Alley was shrouded in a thin morning mist, making it look particularly quiet.

In the Leaky Cauldron, Tom was busy counting last night's bills and wiping the bar.

Although the old bar owner is older, he is still agile in his movements.

He hung the last cup on the shelf and was about to pour himself a cup of hot tea when he heard a soft "ding" from the door.

"A glass of moonstone wine."

The low, hoarse voice sounded particularly clear in the empty bar.

Tom raised his head and saw a well-traveled man pushing open the door, ignoring the "Not Open" sign hanging on the door, walking straight to the bar and putting a black suitcase on it.

Tom squinted his eyes to look at the person coming, and saw that he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat, with several deep scars on his face, and his blond hair looked somewhat capable of being a soldier.

His black traveling cloak was still speckled with mud, obviously from the journey.

"Haha, it's really rare to ask for moonstone wine at this point."

With a professional smile on his face, Tom skillfully took out a box of moonstone powder from under the counter as he spoke.

"Sir, are you coming back from the north?"

The big man nodded slightly and took off his hat, revealing a more stern face.

"Yes."

Tom didn't look surprised, he took out the cup and started mixing the wine, and he kept talking casually:

"Sir, your suitcase looks quite heavy. What's in it?"

The big man glanced at the box and said calmly: "Thirteen hundred gold galleons."

Tom was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Sir, you really know how to joke!"

He shook his head and continued to add some silver-white mucus to the wine.

"Just came back, right? Hey, let me tell you, our UK is not peaceful recently - Hogwarts and St. Mungo's Hospital were attacked one after another. The Ministry of Magic sent someone to warn yesterday that Diagon Alley might also It’s the next target, I heard even Muggles have to be wary!”

He said, with an expression that was half teasing and half disdain on his face.

"It's so funny. I've been running a bar for so many years, but how have I ever heard of a few wizards killed by Muggles? If Muggles can really hurt wizards, that would be too far-fetched, right?"

As Tom talked, he poured the moonstone powder into the cup and added some special mucus into it. He seemed to be completely unconvinced by this.

"Well, yes, how could a wizard be hurt by a Muggle?"

The big man nodded in agreement, his voice low and hoarse.

He lowered his head and played with a gold bracelet on his right hand, his fingers tapping the metal surface rhythmically, making a crisp "ding-ding" sound.

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