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In the temporary wounded camp in Hogsmeade, the atmosphere was slightly depressing. Along with the whispers and groans of the wounded, the air was filled with the smell of herbs and blood.

Slughorn sat on a shaky wooden chair, his face full of fatigue, but his tone was mixed with a bit of exaggeration and excitement, as if he wanted to relieve everyone's tension by telling his own experience.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that such an old bone could still encounter such a thing!"

Slughorn stroked his bulging belly with one hand and carefully wiped his wand with the other hand. This wand was his most important companion.

"Do you know? I almost lost my wand at that time! I haven't lost my wand for more than 30 years. That werewolf... I have never seen such a big werewolf! The hair is like steel needles, and the eyes are full of fierce light!"

As he spoke, he gestured, as if trying to reproduce the thrilling scene at that time with actions.

His audience was a few students who had just come out of the school hospital. They sat around him, some listening in amazement, and some showing obvious doubt.

"Humph, Horace, don't exaggerate."

Professor Flitwick was lying on another bed, half of his body was wrapped in thick gauze, and faint purple-black marks were revealed.

His voice was small, but it was teasing.

"If Harris and those seventh-year students hadn't arrived in time, you would have been torn in half by the werewolf."

Slughorn waved his hand disapprovingly.

"Hey, you say it easily! What about you? If the moon hadn't been suddenly covered by something, you would have been swallowed by the black fog! I saw with my own eyes that you almost turned into a pool of tar!"

Flitwick frowned slightly when he heard this, but did not refute.

He raised his head and cast his eyes on the winding path from Hogsmeade Village to Hogwarts Castle.

The end of the road was lost in the night, empty, with only a few dead leaves blowing in the cold wind.

"Alas, I wonder how the headmaster and the others are doing now..."

Flitwick whispered, with a hint of worry in his voice.

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Dumbledore grinned, took out exquisite chocolates from a delicate little box and handed them to the two deans beside him.

He looked relaxed, as if what they had just experienced was not a crisis with undercurrents, but an ordinary walk.

"Come on, have some. This is what I bought at the Duke of Bee Dessert Shop before, and it tastes very good."

His tone was brisk, as if he was talking about something trivial.

"As for them... they won't come to trouble us for the time being. After all, we have no grudges."

Snape frowned, glanced at the chocolate, and coldly refused.

"No."

Professor McGonagall took one with some hesitation. Although it was obvious that she was not very willing, she still accepted it out of politeness.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Snape couldn't help but frowned, his eyes full of confusion.

"What are you talking about? Isn't the boy he hates the most in Hogwarts?"

Before Dumbledore spoke, Professor McGonagall interrupted impatiently.

"What riddle are you two talking about? I don't understand a word of it!"

Dumbledore smiled lightly and slowly took out a small ball from his pocket.

It was a transparent ball of light, with some dark red energy floating in it, as if it was condensing a huge pressure.

He showed the ball of light to the two of them, his tone calm and meaningful.

"Now he outside has no hatred for the boy who survived the disaster."

McGonagall's brows were frowning more and more, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Snape's face turned pale in an instant, as if he understood some incredible truth.

His voice trembled slightly, and he almost spoke a sentence in a breath.

"This... This is the Dark Lord!"

"What?!"

Professor McGonagall was so frightened by this that she almost jumped up, her face full of shock and disbelief.

Snape ignored her and lowered his head to roll up his sleeves.

His movements were hasty, with a certain urgent psychological verification.

He raised his arm in front of the two people, and saw that the Dark Mark of the skull spitting snakes on his forearm was now emitting a thick black light, deeper than ever before.

"No wonder..."

Snape murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of shock.

"No wonder my arm has been aching slightly..."

McGonagall looked at the dark mark, and the shock on her face was even greater, her eyes quickly swept between Snape and Dumbledore.

"Principal, this... Is this true?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his tone still calm.

"Yes, the one sealed in this ball of light is Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort."

Hearing this name, McGonagall couldn't help but tremble, as if she had heard some taboo words.

Suddenly, she felt a complex mixture of joy and worry.

She suppressed the emotions in her heart and asked with a trembling voice.

"Then... Headmaster, did you do this? Did you defeat him?"

Snape also raised his head and stared at Dumbledore nervously, as if expecting a positive answer.

However, Dumbledore slowly shook his head.

His eyes fell on the ball of light, and a complex emotion flashed in his blue eyes.

"It's not me."

"Then who is it?"

McGonagall and Snape asked almost simultaneously, their voices filled with disbelief.

Dumbledore's eyes turned to the distance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It was Devereaux. He defeated Voldemort."

This news was like a burst of thunder that shocked McGonagall and Snape into speechlessness.

They knew that Devereaux's dueling ability was very strong. After all, they had seen the fire dragon summoned by Devereaux at the duel competition before.

But even so, he could not connect the young man in front of him who had just entered school with the feat of defeating Voldemort.

I really didn’t expect that this kid would directly kill the immortal Voldemort? !

The second-generation Dark Lord was beaten by a first-year Hogwarts student, causing his body to dissipate and turn into a lonely ghost...

Well, it's not unprecedented, Harry had done it before not long after he was born.

But this is really shocking.

"This is impossible,"

Snape whispered, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"Even if all the professors come together, they are not sure of victory when facing Voldemort. He...how could he do it?"

Mag also nodded, with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"Devereux is indeed very talented, but Voldemort is the Dark Lord, with the support of countless forbidden magics... How could he be defeated by a first-year student..."

Before she finished speaking, her voice gradually dropped, because she noticed that the smile on Dumbledore's face still did not disappear, it was a kind of calmness that was sure of the facts.

"I understand your shock,"

Dumbledore sighed softly, with a hint of emotion in his tone.

"When I first heard the news, I was more unbelievable than you."

He paused and his eyes fell on the two of them again, with some deep meaning in his tone.

"But Devereaux did. Perhaps his very existence was as prophesied—absolutely unpredictable."

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