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The sound was like an underwater echo, disturbing the nearby silent black lake.

Before Devereux could react, he saw the mermaid swimming towards the depths of the black lake at a speed that was completely inconsistent with biological logic. Its tail drew a silver afterimage in the water, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. , as if it had never appeared.

Devereux blinked and stared dumbly at the direction where the mermaid disappeared. The water flow gradually subsided and the black lake became dead again.

Devereaux froze on the spot, staring dumbfoundedly at the mermaid's escaping figure, feeling confused in his heart. "Why are you running? What happened?" He frowned and decided to follow him to see what happened.

He swam twice in the direction where the mermaid disappeared.

However, suddenly——

"Uu~~~~"

A low, strange sound slowly came from the depths of the black lake, like the cry of some ancient creature, or the harmony of countless people humming at the same time.

The sound seemed to seep out from the mud at the bottom of the lake, carrying an indescribable coldness. It gradually became louder and closer, as if countless invisible things were approaching him.

Devereaux's eardrums hurt from the sound, and a feeling of irritation surged into his heart like a tide.

His brows were furrowed, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his nails even began to dig into his palms.

He tried to shake his head to get rid of the annoying noise, but the sound was like thin needles, penetrating his bones and reaching the depths of his soul.

"Something's wrong..."

Devereaux's heart sank and his breathing became rapid.

Then, he suddenly noticed something strange - his limbs began to heat up, and something seemed to be moving under his skin.

He looked down and took a breath: golden hair sprouted quickly from his arms and the back of his hands, as if a growth spell had been cast.

"Damn it!"

Devereaux's heart beat like a drum, realizing that the curse in his body was getting out of control.

He tried to raise his wand and speak the Transfiguration Charm to suppress the symptoms.

But his voice was torn apart by the harsh harmonies under the water, and it was even affecting the flow of magic in his body!

Not even a flicker of light flickered from the tip of the wand.

The sound became more and more harsh, like countless pairs of invisible hands tearing at his sanity.

Devereaux's eyes were slightly red, his fingertips were trembling, and the edge of his sanity was teetering on the edge.

The werewolf curse in his body was completely aroused by this weird sound, and even simple thoughts became blurred.

"No! We can't stay underwater!"

An instinct to survive brought him back to reality from chaos.

Devereux turned around sharply and sprinted toward the water with all his strength.

His limbs created fierce ripples in the water, and his body gradually became taller and stronger. The golden hair under his skin completely covered his body.

"Bang!"

He rushed out of the water, panting heavily, as if he had just escaped from a nightmare.

The night wind whistled across his face, bringing cold air, which made him wake up a little.

Devereux raised his hand to wipe the water droplets from his face, and looked down at his hands covered with golden hair - his werewolf form had fully emerged, and his sharp nails reflected the cold light in the moonlight.

"Damn..."

He murmured, his chest heaving violently, and he turned his head to look at the lake.

The lake was as calm as a mirror at the moment, but in Devereux's ears, that annoying voice was still looming, as if it was penetrating the lake and echoing in the air.

Even though they were separated by a layer of lake, the impact of the sound still lingered, but it was no longer as strong as before.

Devereux breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on the dark lake, with a hint of panic in his expression.

"What the hell is this?!"

"The mermaid's song?!"

Devereux squatted on the bank in embarrassment, holding his head in his hands, his fingertips almost digging into his scalp.

His heartbeat vibrated in his chest like a drum, and every beat brought a terrible headache, as if a sharp needle was pricking repeatedly in his mind.

This kind of sound has the effect of making people lose control and irritating, but it is not complete. It is more of a direct impact on the senses, like an invisible chain, wrapping around his head and dragging his consciousness towards the abyss. Slide away.

The main reason why Devereaux's curse is likely to be revived is because Devereaux himself has a curse.

That weird song could actually directly interfere with the meditation method he usually used to suppress curses, making it almost impossible for him to maintain a sense of clarity underwater.

"Damn... that sound... it's stimulating the curse..."

Devereaux murmured in a low voice, with a faint tremor in his voice.

His arms were still covered in sparse golden hair, and his nails were as sharp as knives. He stretched out his palm and looked at the strange claws, feeling terrified.

If the meditation method he had practiced hard over the years hadn't helped him retain some sanity at the last moment, he might have completely lost control at the bottom of the lake just now.

Even when they come ashore, they will attack their best friends and so on...

Just thinking about it makes me shudder.

Devereux took a few deep breaths, raised his hand and pressed his temples, waiting for the severe headache to completely subside, then raised his wand and tried to use the transformation spell again.

This time, the light of the wand flashed smoothly, the golden hair on Devero's body quickly receded like a tide, and the sharp claws returned to normal fingers.

He looked down at his palms and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh, finally done..."

He shook his head, took out the magic wand and pointed it at himself, gently waving it.

"Clean it up!"

A warm current gushed out from the top of the magic wand, carrying a slight heat, and the wet clothes on Deveraux's body instantly became dry.

He moved his shoulders comfortably, then walked behind the stone he had hidden on the shore and found the clothes he had prepared in advance.

After changing his clothes, Deveraux had time to sit on the grass by the lake and recall what had just happened.

He frowned slightly, looking at the black lake that was still rippling, and his thoughts slowly became clear.

"The cause was...I was talking underwater?"

He recalled the scene at that moment: as soon as he opened his mouth, the mermaid's face changed instantly, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, and even her scream was a little terrified.

"The dragon is coming!"

Dragon?

Deveraux frowned, raised his hand and subconsciously touched both sides of his neck, where the cheeks that had been slightly open had quietly closed and hidden again.

His fingertips gently slid across his skin, and a guess emerged in his mind.

"Could it be... because of the term [Underwater Breathing]?"

He pondered, recalling the feeling after he used this ability.

At that time, he could breathe and speak freely underwater, and his voice did sound a little strange - rough, low, and even with a force that made the water flow vibrate.

"If this magic changes my vocal structure, making my voice sound like a dragon's roar underwater..."

Thinking of this, Deverot frowned slightly and sighed helplessly in his heart.

He originally just wanted to communicate with the mermaids, but ended up scaring them away and making a mess.

The ripples on the lake surface continued to spread, as if something was slowly swimming deep in the bottom of the lake, disturbing the originally calm water surface.

Deverot stared at the unnatural ripples and rubbed his forehead.

"It seems that this exploration has to be suspended first..."

He muttered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"It's not likely to have any good results if we go down to the lake to negotiate again."

He stood up, stretched his muscles and stretched his back.

"Next time, let's try the Bubblehead Curse, or communicate with them directly in Merman language."

He murmured, his eyes swept across the lake, and he had a plan in mind.

"If it doesn't work... I'll ask Dumbledore. He always has a way anyway."

Thinking of this, Deverot stretched his body, and regardless of the Black Lake, he planned to have a meal first, and then go to Snape to see the latest research arrangements.

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