Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"Now Voldemort has indeed resurrected, but that was Tom at the age of 15. I think he can still communicate at this time, and we may be able to reach an agreement."

"Voldemort is not your enemy. I can't tell you the details. The most important thing is to tell a good story. This is the most important thing."

"As for what is a good story, there is a standard. The people involved are important enough, the plot is tortuous enough, and the ending is shocking enough."

"And Voldemort is also on this path. You may also have cooperation in the future."

.......

Deverot felt his mouth twitching slightly when he thought of these words.

"After all this time, this Voldemort is still a chaotic neutral..."

He muttered to himself, with a bit of helplessness and ridicule in his tone.

"Or, is the young Voldemort a chaotic neutral?"

He shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts, but was even more troubled by those complicated terms.

"A good story? The characters must be important... Does this mean the importance of the character's strength?"

He muttered in a low voice, his eyes unconsciously sweeping towards the horizon not far away, as if he could find the answer there.

"If that's the case, then do I have to consider how to lure the God of Death here?"

This thought made his heart tighten, after all, Deveraux is now the enemy of the God of Death certified by the system, but he quickly put it aside.

He frowned slightly and continued to talk to himself.

"Or the person with that 'only' level entry... Now the only ones who have this entry are probably me and the four founders, right? Could it be that we really have to revive them all?"

He stopped and looked up at the gray sky.

The cold wind blew across his cheeks, bringing the biting chill of winter.

He took a deep breath and let the cold air clear his mind.

"The plot is tortuous enough, and the ending is shocking enough..."

Deveraux repeated these key words in a low voice, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"How should this be understood?"

He gently rubbed his temples with his fingers, as if trying to dispel those tangled thoughts.

Finally, he sighed, walked out of the Hogwarts castle, and walked to the path leading to Hogsmeade.

After a while, the village in the distance was already faintly visible.

A few wisps of smoke rose from the chimney of the cottage, and the faint fragrance seemed to be able to pass through the cold wind to his nose.

Devereux was immersed in his thoughts, and suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head suddenly, but there was no one behind him.

"Who?"

He asked in a low voice, frowning slightly, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

He quickly launched the perception magic, and his eyes swept through the empty corridor, and immediately found three weak magic fluctuations, hiding under a piece of clothing not far away.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he walked over, stretched out his hand, and directly lifted the invisibility cloak.

Sure enough, Harry, Ron and Hermione were hiding under it, looking at him with a smile on their faces.

"Why did you three run out instead of staying in the village?"

Deveraux glared at them, swirling the invisibility cloak in his hand twice.

"You want to be deducted points by Professor McGonagall, right?"

Hermione looked at him with a smile and said fearlessly.

"Deveraux, didn't you run out too? Why can't we come out?"

Deveraux rolled his eyes.

"I'm the duel champion! Even if ten werewolves suddenly appeared in this castle, I can easily deal with them. What about you? Three little sparrows who can't even tie a chicken?"

Ron made a face immediately after hearing this, muttering.

"Okay, then tell Professor McGonagall this and see if she will deduct your points."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and the corner of his mouth twitched again.

He had to admit that Ron was right.

Professor McGonagall was always fair and just. No matter who violated the school rules, they would be mercilessly deducted points - even if the person had just defeated the Dark Lord, it was no exception...

Harry smiled and pointed at the Invisibility Cloak in Deveraux's hand.

"In fact, we were able to escape from Filch's eyes thanks to this Invisibility Cloak. Someone gave it to us specially."

Deveraux looked down at the Invisibility Cloak in his hand and understood immediately.

It seemed that Dumbledore thought that Harry needed some magic items to experience the complete Hogwarts life.

Deveraux looked up at Harry with concern in his tone.

"By the way, Harry, how are you now? Will you have that kind of sudden amnesia again?"

Harry's face hesitated and his eyes flickered.

He secretly glanced at Ron and Hermione and found that they were also staring at him with curiosity, obviously waiting for his answer.

Harry, who was locked by three eyes, blushed all of a sudden.

He spoke hesitantly.

"Uh... I don't know. But I feel much better now. At least I don't have that headache anymore."

Although Harry's words were intermittent, it still made Deveraux feel a little relieved.

He nodded, speculating that this might be because Voldemort was sealed by him, so Harry's condition was relieved.

However, just in case, we still need to be wary of Voldemort's possible possession.

At this time, Ron came over, patted Harry on the shoulder, and joked with a smile.

"You must have sleepwalked to find the chocolate frog? Otherwise, how could you lose your memory!"

Hermione frowned and gently pushed Ron's arm.

"Don't joke like that, Ron."

But there was also some concern in her tone.

Harry forced a forced smile, obviously not used to talking about his abnormalities.

He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, as if he didn't want everyone to continue asking questions.

Deveraux's eyes moved away from Harry and fell on the invisibility cloak in his hand.

The originally calm expression suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He subconsciously pinched the invisibility cloak and shook it open. Under the puzzled gaze of the three people, he carefully examined this seemingly ordinary clothing.

The invisibility cloak flashed a strange light in his hand, soft and thin as a cicada's wing, but Deveraux's expression became more and more solemn.

He carefully examined it for a long time before slowly putting the clothes down and looking at Harry with complicated eyes.

"Harry, who gave you this invisibility cloak? When did you get it?"

Deveraux's voice was low, with a hint of uneasiness.

Harry blinked, recalled, and answered.

"When I woke up yesterday, I found a package at the head of the bed. Inside was this invisibility cloak and a note."

"What was written on the note?"

Deveraux asked, his tone becoming more serious.

Harry scratched his head and said uncertainly.

"It said, 'Your father left me a treasure before he died. For some reason, it was damaged and should be returned to you now, so I made a new one. Use it well. I sincerely wish you good health.'"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Deveraux with a puzzled face.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this invisibility cloak?"

Deveraux did not answer immediately.

His brows furrowed even tighter, and he muttered in a low voice.

"So, where did the real Deathly Hallows go?"

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