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He didn't say much, turned around and rushed back to the teachers' lounge. After opening the door, he saw Luna huddled in the corner at a glance, with the restraints and shields on her body still locking her tightly.

Her eyes were empty, as if she was struggling in a daze.

Devereaux raised his wand and waved it lightly, releasing the restraints and dissipating the shield at the same time.

Luna's body slowly returned to its human form and collapsed on the floor.

She looked like she had just woken up from some kind of heavy nightmare, her eyes were unfocused, and she stared blankly at Devereaux in front of her.

At this moment, Devereaux realized that he still maintained his werewolf form.

With his thick limbs, sharp claws, and the golden hair covering his body... he must have looked terrifying.

He was about to retreat, fearing that his appearance would frighten Luna, but he didn't expect that she suddenly raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck.

Her movements were gentle, as if she had grasped the last support.

She buried her face into Devereux's shoulder, her voice trembling but with a hint of comforting murmur.

"Devereaux...Devereaux..."

Devereaux was stunned, his throat tightened, he didn't expect Luna to recognize him after he had become like this.

Unable to speak, he could only pat Luna's back gently with his broad wolf paws, trying to comfort her.

He looked past Luna, to the floor on the other side of the room.

There, Mr. Lovegood lay quietly in a pool of blood, his body motionless.

Dumbledore was crouching beside him, his movements calm and gentle, not like someone who had just experienced a fierce battle.

His hands brushed lightly over Lovegood's body, as if wiping away dust.

With Dumbledore's movements, the pool of blood slowly dispersed, and the traces on Mr. Lovegood's body gradually disappeared.

At this time, Lovegood was very well dressed and looked like he was sleeping peacefully.

Dumbledore stood up, looked back at Devereux, and shook his head slightly.

Devereaux's heart sank.

He didn't need any more explanation, and he understood the meaning of shaking his head.

Mr. Lovegood was in serious danger and had no chance of survival.

He looked down at Luna in his arms. The girl's arms were still tightly around his neck, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Her murmur gradually became intermittent, with a hint of exhaustion and pain.

Devereux closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He couldn't imagine how Luna would feel when she learned that her father was dead, or even killed by her own hands.

Sadness surged into his heart like a tide, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to even sigh.

Dumbledore walked to the door of the classroom lounge, looked at Devereux and said.

"Devereux, could you please take Luna to Hogsmeade, and Mr. Lovegood, please? Now I need to deal with some things."

Hearing that Dumbledore was leaving, Devereaux quickly wanted to say something.

Dumbledore seemed to read his mind and continued.

"If you have any more questions, please come to my office before midnight, okay?"

Having said this, Dumbledore's eyes fell on Devereux, and his brows raised slightly.

"Oh, by the way, your appearance."

He raised his wand and waved it lightly.

Devereux felt a gentle force wrap around him, and then his body seemed to be compressed, his muscles gradually contracted, and his hair quickly receded.

After a few seconds, he looked down at himself and found that he had returned to his human form.

"Professor, this..."

Devereux raised his head in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, explaining with some patience in his tone.

"Basically, werewolves can temporarily restore their original form in this way. Of course, this magic is time-limited and requires regular casting of spells. However, I believe you have learned this magic, right?"

Devereux nodded, but was still a little dazed.

He didn't expect Dumbledore to be so attentive, even taking such small things into consideration.

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the wreckage on the ground again, and suddenly changed his tone and said as if talking to himself.

"Hmm... I think this place can actually be renovated with white marble. Maybe it will look brighter. Also... for patients who are in extreme pain, sleeping may be a good thing."

After saying that, he lightly patted Devereaux on the shoulder, turned and left the teachers' lounge.

Devereux watched Dumbledore's figure disappear at the end of the corridor and stood there in silence.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his confused mood, and then looked down at Luna beside him.

She let go of her hands and knelt on the ground, her eyes empty and her hands hanging limply by her sides.

Her eyes were fixed on Lovegood's body not far away. Her eyes, which were usually full of dreamy colors, were now full of deep despair.

Devero's heart tightened, and he slowly stepped forward, trying to block her view.

He knelt down and spoke softly.

"Luna, get up. Let's get out of here first."

However, Luna seemed not to hear his voice and stuck her head out stubbornly, continuing to stare at Lovegood's cold body.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Devereaux felt sour in his heart, and he gently stretched out his hand to cover her eyes.

But Luna raised her head stubbornly and avoided his palm, her voice weak but filled with heartbreaking obsession.

"I killed dad..."

Devereux was stunned, as if something hit him hard in his heart.

He shook his head and whispered comforting words.

"Luna, this is not your fault..."

Luna seemed not to have heard, and repeated with a broken sob in her voice.

"I killed dad..."

"It's not your fault..."

"I killed dad..."

"It's not your fault, really..."

Her voice grew quieter.

But Devereaux knew that no matter how many times she said, "It's not your fault," she couldn't be freed from this deep self-blame.

Reminds me of what Dumbledore said before leaving...

Finally, he slowly raised the wand, his hand trembling slightly, and pointed it at Luna's temple.

He closed his eyes and murmured softly.

"I'm sorry, Luna..."

With a slight twist of the wand, Luna's body fell limply towards him.

She fell asleep, with wet tears still hanging on her face.

Devereaux carefully carried her on his back, feeling her weight as light as a feather, but his heart was as heavy as a huge boulder.

He looked back at Lovegood's body, took a deep breath, waved his wand, used the levitating spell to slowly lift the body, and took Luna out of the dead teachers' lounge together.

As for why Devereaux didn't use the pony, it was because he had already tried it with a silent spell, but for some reason, the pony seemed to be performing other tasks and could not be summoned at this time.

There was a chill in the night air, and the full moon outside had disappeared, replaced by a cold crescent moon, hanging in the deep night sky, like a sharp silver blade.

The moonlight shines on the ground, outlining two lonely shadows.

Devereux walked silently, and the girl on his back wept silently in her sleep. The tears slid down her cheeks and dripped on his back, sending waves of coldness through the fabric of his clothes.

He felt as if his chest was being grasped by an invisible hand, and the suffocation made him almost unable to breathe.

Devereux was walking around a corner when he suddenly bumped into Dumbledore who was returning.

"Professor, what are you..."

Devereaux stopped and looked at the other person with confusion.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and took out a piece of beautifully packaged chocolate from his pocket, as relaxed as if nothing happened just now.

"I just found some snacks in my pocket. I thought it would be good for me to eat a piece of chocolate after my transformation and recovery, so I brought one to Luna..."

But his eyes were quickly attracted by Luna lying on Devereux's back.

At this time, Luna's face was covered with tears, she was unconscious and looked extremely embarrassed.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, with a hint of inexplicable surprise in his tone.

"...but why did she faint?"

Hearing this, Devereux frowned, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Professor, isn't that what you said? When people are in extreme pain, is it better to fall asleep? I think Luna was very stimulated just now, so she shouldn't be in the mood to eat chocolate, right?"

When Dumbledore heard this, his expression became even weirder.

He blinked his remaining blue eye and said seriously.

"What? I'm referring to Mr. Lovegood! He was indeed in great pain at the time, and he was also infected with the curse of the Corruption Curse. In order to make him feel better, I made him comatose. You...what are you talking about?"

Devereux was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated slightly, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

"What? Lovegood is not dead?! Then what did you mean when you shook your head at me, principal?"

Dumbledore spread his hands with an innocent expression.

"I shook my head to mean that he was fine. I thought we were on the same page."

After hearing this, Devereaux's mouth twitched violently, and his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

He muttered through gritted teeth.

"Depend on!"

(Third update! You may see that I originally wanted to write about Lovegood’s death, to shape Luna and deepen the bond. I also thought about burying some foreshadowing about the undead, but the most important thing is that the writing is literary and youthful. I did, but when I thought about it, I felt that there was too little portrayal of him. It felt a bit cheap to die like this, and I guess the readers would not feel like they were being stabbed, so I changed it to this version and added some humor. feel.)