Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

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despair! despair! despair!

The sound of horse hooves was rapid and powerful, and Devereaux galloped down the corridor on his horse.

The door to the teachers' lounge was right in front of him, and the heavy breathing coming from behind the door made his heart tense.

Without any hesitation, Devereux waved his wand and said in a cold voice: "Open the Alaho hole!"

The door opened in response, and a strong smell of blood hit his face, making him frown unconsciously. He stepped in without hesitation, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

In the dim room, a pale yellow figure fell in a pool of blood. It was Luna's father, Zeno Lovegood.

The blood on the ground meandered, reflecting the flickering lights in the room.

In the corner, a werewolf covered in black fur curled up, its heavy breathing pressing the air like a hammer.

Devereaux glanced at the werewolf like a knife, raised his wand suddenly, and was about to cast a spell, but at this moment.

"De...Vero, I...I'm so scared..."

It's Luna talking!

At this time, Luna, who had turned into a werewolf, was sitting on the ground shaking.

But Devereux can feel from her eyes that Luna is still rational now!

Devereux asked immediately.

"Luna? Are you okay? What happened to Mr. Lovegood?"

Luna said with a cry.

"I don't know, Dad, I... As soon as I woke up, I became like this..."

When Devereux saw this, he just wanted to step forward to check Lovegood's situation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His heart jumped suddenly, and then there was a warning sound of rapidly accelerating heartbeat - this was the warning from his [Hunter] ability.

"Danger!"

Devereaux rolled sideways almost instinctively.

The death curse is coming!

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Along with a cold green light, a devastating impact instantly penetrated the entire room.

The door panel was hit by the spell and instantly exploded into pieces. The strong magical aura made the air in the room stagnant.

After landing on the ground, Devereux quickly stood up from a squat, raised his wand, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He looked at the door filled with smoke and dust, and his heart sank: Someone is coming.

The smoke slowly dispersed, and a thin but terrifying figure emerged.

He was dressed in black robes, his skin was as pale as wax, and his narrow scarlet eyes stared at Devereux like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

A sinister smile formed on his lips, revealing his sharp teeth.

"Hehehe, it's been such a long time, Devereux."

The deep voice echoed in the room with a sinister smile.

Devereaux clenched his wand, stared at the other party coldly, and whispered.

"Voldemort..."

The man in black robe slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips slid across the snake-shaped cheek, as if he was savoring this long-lost encounter.

"I've been meaning to see you again since I last saw you at St. Mungo's."

His voice became lower and lower, colder and colder.

"You make me...so want..."

"Eat you!"

Devereux slowly stood up straight, his eyes fixed on Voldemort in front of him.

He waved his wand violently, and Luna's werewolf figure curled up in the corner was instantly protected by a light shield, while silver chains were entangled like snakes, holding her firmly in place.

There is no way that Devereux is not distracted at this time.

"Oh,"

Devereaux twitched the corners of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"It's really a lot of effort. For these two werewolves, they actually forged a full moon - this trick is really hard work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort's snake-shaped face showed an even more arrogant smile.

There was some indescribable malice in that smile, as if his tricks were much more than that.

"Yeah?"

Voldemort prolonged his voice, and the scarlet light in his eyes became brighter.

"There are more than two people in Hogwarts who can turn into werewolves..."

Hearing this, Devereux frowned slightly.

He quickly glanced around the room, and the whisper of the hunter's intuition seemed to echo in his ears, reminding him of the danger hidden in the words he had just heard.

"What?"

He asked coldly, looking at Voldemort again, trying to capture more clues from the other man's expression.

But Voldemort did not continue to explain, but maintained his chilling smile.

However, Devereux quickly retracted his thoughts, shook his head slightly, and raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Forget it, it's enough to deal with you anyway."

At this moment, he stood in front of the Dark Lord without any fear in his heart.

A death curse?

He's better at it!

On his body, the light of nearly ten golden entries shimmered invisibly, and those purple entries were countless, each one making his power increase to a higher level.

At this moment, the magic power in his body seemed to be boiling, ready to explode at any time.

At this moment, a clear system prompt sounded in his mind.

【bite! 】

[The loading cooling time of red entries is refreshed! 】

"Voldemort, I want to show you today,"

Devereux gripped his wand and said coldly.

"Why hunters are never frightened by their prey."

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Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Mesphilos sat in a high-backed chair, leaning back slightly, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, making a series of rhythmic "tap-tat" sounds.

A scene somewhere in Hogwarts appeared in the mirror.

Devereux's confrontation with Voldemort, Luna's werewolf form.

Mesphilos lowered his head and glanced at the pocket watch on the table. The hands on the dial seemed to be rotating counterclockwise, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's so interesting..."

He muttered, his voice low and hoarse.

His gaze still stayed in the mirror, with a strange light shining in his eyes, like a hunter observing his prey or a chess player examining the chess game.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and lightly touched the frame with his finger. The picture in the mirror began to change and became two.

In one place, the knights of the stone pier were moving under the command of Professor McGonagall, but a hidden black shadow was approaching them quietly.

Elsewhere, Professors Flitwick, Slughorn and Sprawling were leading the students outside the school.

Mesferos's smile grew deeper, with a hint of chilling excitement.

"What a pity..."

He sighed with fake regret, but there was no real regret in his tone.

"Not many people will die..."

(Sixth update! Today’s plan is to publish it all directly. I wrote it here in one breath. I don’t want the reading experience to be interrupted. Thank you for your support. However, this book is indeed going downhill. I am thinking about a new book. I should be preparing for double-editing. Now I will output about 8,000 words in a single day after get off work. I plan to Try to see if you can get 10,000 in a single day, then 6,000 for old books, and 4,000 for new books every day. The main reason is that it is the end of the year. Seeing that everyone around me has gone somewhere, I am ashamed of myself. I feel that I am really not as good as my classmates in college. I feel sorry for my parents if I get it for nothing, so I want to make more money. I really appreciate everyone’s support.)