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Tom's anger was completely ignited. He waved his arms, as if to shake off the fear and humiliation that was weighing on him, and shouted at Muhammad:

"It's almost my opening time now! People from the Ministry of Magic will be here soon! You're dead!"

Muhammad said no more. He slowly put away the gold coins and put them into his coat pocket, as calmly as a referee announcing the result of a game. He spoke coldly, his voice like the cold wind blowing from the abyss:

"Not making a choice is regarded as failure."

Then, he suddenly pressed down on Tom's face with such force that it seemed like he was going to peel off Tom's entire face!

"Ah! Ah!!" Tom screamed miserably and tried to struggle, but was held tightly by Muhammad and could not move. His hands slapped the other man's arms desperately, to no avail.

Muhammad's other hand slowly raised and pressed the cold muzzle of the gun against Tom's forehead. There was no trace of pity in his eyes, only bottomless indifference.

"You should know that I have a hundred ways to keep those losers at the Ministry of Magic from knowing what's going on here."

Tom's eyes finally showed complete fear. He was shaking all over and wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and all he made was a broken whimper.

The air seemed to freeze, and every second became extremely long.

"Bang!"

...

In Diagon Alley in the early morning, the air was still filled with a hint of the remaining chill from the night. The door of the Leaky Cauldron was pushed open, and the bell made a clear ring.

"Tom, have a butterbeer."

An official wearing a Ministry of Magic uniform walked through the door, his face full of exhaustion.

He waved his hand, as if trying to drive away the sleepiness left over all night, and grumbled again.

"Damn it, it's so hard to come to Diagon Alley, but the boss doesn't allow you to drink."

Tom behind the bar was wiping a polished glass. He didn't raise his head, and there was a hint of teasing in his tone.

"So you're just going to drink something that's only for kids?"

"Oh, there's no way."

The official smiled tiredly, pulled out a high stool and sat down.

"Suspension and pay penalty are no joke. Life is already difficult enough."

Tom walked to a container in the back and struggled to turn on a switch.

He took the butterbeer and handed it to the official, saying in a regretful tone.

"That's a pity. I happened to have a tough guy from Russia here last night. The kind that makes you spit out fire after one sip."

He didn't raise his head during the whole process.

——

"Bang!"

A loud bang exploded in the laboratory, sending smoke flying.

"Luna!"

There was a hint of helplessness and annoyance in Devereaux's voice. He rushed over and pushed Luna back on the bed, who was jumping around trying to catch some bottles.

"Don't touch these things! You are here to treat illnesses, not to cause damage! Lie down and prepare to drink the medicine."

Luna was pinned down on the bed and looked at him innocently. Her golden hair was slightly messy, but her eyes showed a playful smile.

"I just wanted to see if there were elves hiding in those bottles."

"If you mess around again, I guarantee that your classmates won't be able to see you, and I will ask you to move directly."

Devereux frowned, shook the dust off his lab coat, then turned around and picked up a cup of confusion agent that emitted a light blue light, and handed it to Luna.

"Drink,"

He stared at her with a hint of no doubt in his tone.

"I tried my best to make it taste good, it should be sweet."

Luna took the cup, leaned in and smelled it, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"Well, it's better than the one last time that smelled like stinky socks."

The corners of Devereaux's mouth twitched, "Those are not smelly socks, those are the raw materials Snape bought from Diagon Alley, you know-"

Luna interrupted him and raised her head, but there was a bit of ridicule in her ethereal voice.

"I can actually drink the magic potion brewed by the fourth generation Dark Lord. Can I tell everyone that the Dark Lord actually has a gentle and virtuous side?"

Devereux rolled his eyes at that. He shook his head speechlessly, walked aside to prepare another reagent, and couldn't help mumbling at the same time.

"Gentle and virtuous? How about I make you some soup next time and see if you can still praise me like this?"

"I think it's good."

Luna shook the cup in her hand and drank the confounding agent in one gulp. Her face frowned slightly, and then she smacked her lips.

"Hmm... Okay, it's pretty sweet, but can I add some mint flavor next time?"

"Can,"

Devereaux answered without looking up, opening the glass cover on the other bed.

"If you promise not to blow up my laboratory again."

Luna blinked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"I can't guarantee that. You know, with chaos comes wisdom."

The corner of Devereaux's mouth twitched. Recently, he had really exhausted all the guilt he felt towards Luna. This girl was so capable of taking care of herself.

"Okay, you lie down while I move on to the next step."

Devereux walked to the bed on the other side of the partition, took out a test tube containing a little confounding agent and prepared to drip it into the alchemy creation, and said to Luna.

Luna was obedient at this time and lay down directly on the bed.

After Devereux confirmed that she had really drank it all, he opened the glass cover of the alchemical creation and dripped the confounding agent into it.

(Fourth update! I'm in a very good state today. I wrote 8,000 words in one night. I really hope I can be in this state every day in the future (*°∀°).)

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