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"It's so difficult!"

Devero cursed under his breath and quickly raised his wand.

However, the next second, the black mist pounced on his chest like a beast, trying to swallow him completely.

"ah--!"

Devereaux's body trembled suddenly, as if wrapped in black mist. Pain flashed across his face for a moment, but soon, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"You think this can do anything to me?"

As his words fell, a lavender light suddenly overflowed from the tip of the wand, with a strange fluctuation in the light, like a power that corroded everything.

The moment the black mist touched this purple light, it trembled violently as if it was electrocuted, made a harsh hissing sound, and then retreated at an extremely fast speed.

Black mist rolled in the air, and Harry's twisted face appeared again, but now it was filled with pain and anger.

"The Decay Curse,"

Devereaux waved his wand gently, and purple light danced on his fingertips, like a cunning poisonous snake.

"It seems that even in this form, you still can't escape its power."

Harry, who was in the black mist state, obviously realized that Devereux's Decay Curse was a great threat, and did not dare to continue the confrontation. He turned into a ball of black mist and headed straight towards the Black Lake, trying to escape with the cover of the lake.

But he seemed to have forgotten that there was a fire dragon watching eagerly in the sky.

The fire dragon let out a deafening roar, flapped its wings suddenly, and brought up a billowing heat wave, chasing straight towards the black mist.

The figure of the fire dragon passed over the lake, and the huge heat evaporated the lake water into bursts of white mist. You could even see a few scalded fish floating on the surface of the lake with their bellies turned over.

Devereaux, who was standing far away on the shore, glanced at the floating fish, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured in a low voice.

"I'm afraid these fish can be served directly to the table..."

His eyes were locked on the chase again, and he saw the black mist hovering rapidly on the lake, leading the fire dragon in circles over the black lake at an astonishing speed.

The fire dragon followed closely behind, constantly spitting out flames, trying to swallow up the black mist.

Suddenly, the black mist plunged into the black lake, causing a huge splash, and then bursts of white steam appeared on the lake.

The fire dragon swooped down without hesitation and rushed straight into the lake.

"Crash-"

The surface of the Black Lake boiled instantly, as if the entire lake was on fire. Bubbles and steam continued to emerge from the water, looking like a boiling water pot from a distance.

Devereux stood on the shore, frowning slightly, and the knuckles of the wand in his hand turned slightly white. He whispered,

"Damn it...there were rumors about a dragon near Hogwarts just this morning, and a dragon was actually thrown into the lake at night. Now it's going to be troublesome..."

He looked up towards the center of the lake, feeling slightly worried.

Thinking of the mermaid tribe living at the bottom of the lake, Devereaux couldn't help but feel a headache.

He immediately cast an ear-blocking spell on himself to prevent the mermaid clan's crazy screams from triggering the curse in his body, which would be terrible.

While he was staring at the lake, there was a sound of water from the other side of the lake.

Devereaux turned his head, his eyes narrowed, and he saw a dark figure struggling to climb ashore on the muddy ground by the lake.

The figure was wet, and its movements looked extremely awkward, but it revealed a tenacious vitality.

Devereaux raised his eyebrows slightly, with a sneer on his lips.

"Oh, you're still alive, Voldemort."

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Harry lay in a state of disgrace on the shore of the lake, panting violently, with pain written all over his face.

He held his lower back firmly with one hand, where there was a large red burn caused by the high temperature of the fire dragon. The pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

"It's too... too scary..."

Harry murmured, his voice trembling.

"I have never seen...such a terrifying thing..."

The lake water still carried the remaining warmth of the fire dragon, gently lapping at his body, making his skin sting, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

He just collapsed on the shallow beach, letting the lake water wash away his wounds. He was soaked and embarrassed.

"We can't stop... we have to run quickly..."

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to cheer himself up.

His hand went to his chest pocket, where the bottle of medicine he just drank was contained.

His face was pale due to severe pain and exhaustion, but there was a hint of urgency in his eyes.

"The side effects of the medicine...will happen soon..."

He gritted his teeth, endured the burning pain in his back, supported his body with his arms, and tried to move himself from the muddy lake shore to a drier place.

His movements were extremely slow, his arms were shaking violently, and every effort seemed to be squeezing out his soul.

Just as he was crawling hard, a mocking voice came from the front, breaking the silence by the lake.

"Hey, dear Tom,"

The voice was lazy, but there was a hint of teasing.

"How was your swimming experience in the Black Lake? It's a very rare hot water time now. How was it? Do you want to try it again?"

Harry's head jerked up, horror written on his face.

His pupils shrank due to extreme nervousness, like a beast that was cornered.

His eyes were locked on the source of the sound - Devereaux was standing a few steps away, looking at him with a smile.

Harry groped with difficulty on his soaked clothes, his fingers trembling and his movements slow.

There was a hint of despair and stubbornness in his eyes, and he was obviously looking for something.

"Wand...my wand..."

He murmured lowly, as if to cheer himself up, trying to use his last strength to fight back.

However, he searched all over and couldn't find even a single sawdust.

"Oh, are you looking for a wand?"

Devereaux had obviously seen through his intentions, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He waved the wand in his hand gracefully, his tone full of teasing.

"Here comes the wand!"

Ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, and a steaming wand soaked in lake water flew out from the black lake and landed steadily in Devereux's hand.

He raised his wand and held it up in the air like a trophy, with a somewhat proud look on his face.

"Haha, Tom, are you looking for this?"

Devereux's tone was frivolous, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at Harry.

Harry lay on the ground, his face even paler.

His hand stopped in mid-air, trembling slightly, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

He knew that he was completely in dire straits.

Devereux stepped closer, his steps as brisk as if he were walking.

There was cruel amusement in his smile, as if he was enjoying the death struggle of his prey.

"How about it?"

Devereux leaned forward, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Do you feel helpless?"

Harry struggled to raise his head, his voice hoarse and urgent.

"Devereaux! Listen to me... I am Harry! I am not Tom! I am not Voldemort! What just happened... was a misunderstanding! I just..."

"Collapse!"

Devereux didn't give Harry a chance to explain at all. A crisp spell came out of his mouth, and a bright light flashed from the tip of his wand.

Harry's body stiffened suddenly, and then he fell limply to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

Looking at Harry lying unconscious on the shore, Devereux scratched his head.

"Well, maybe what you just said makes sense, but I can't hear it. If you have anything to say, go talk to the Wizengamot."

He paused, glanced at Harry's unconscious body, and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"I think they'd be happy to put you in Azkaban and wait until you're eighteen before deciding what to do with you. Oh, wait...is there any death penalty in the wizarding world?"

Devereux showed a thoughtful expression, then shrugged and said easily.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't have the death penalty. I will just deal with you myself when the time comes."

He flicked the tip of his wand and whispered a spell.

Several wet aquatic plants suddenly emerged from the bottom of the lake. Like living creatures, they snaked up Harry's body and quickly tied him up.

Harry was still unconscious and unable to resist.

"Okay, now it's finally safe."

Devereaux murmured with satisfaction, waved his wand again, and Harry's body suddenly floated, like a package cast under a levitating spell.

"Just send you to the principal. Let my respectable principal take care of the rest."

Devereux turned around to leave, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

However, when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure standing not far away.

An old man wearing a dark blue robe, with a white beard hanging down his chest, and a solemn face. It was Albus Dumbledore.

Devereaux was stunned for a moment, but then he grinned, raised his hand and waved, speaking in a relaxed tone.

"Principal, good evening! Why, are you out for a walk so late?"

Dumbledore glanced from the floating Harry to Devereux, without a trace of smile on his face.

His voice was low and calm.

"What's going on?"

Devereaux raised his eyebrows and immediately thought that Dumbledore was asking why Harry was tied up.

said with a smile.

"Principal, I will explain to you later and you will know. Now he is no longer Harry..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dumbledore gently raised his hand and interrupted him.

The old man shook his head, raised a finger, and pointed behind Devereaux.

"It's not him,"

Dumbledore's voice remained calm, but there was an unmistakable sternness in his tone.

"I'm asking, how to deal with the problems there?"

"That?"

Devereaux frowned, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart. He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Black Lake.

On the lake, there was a large black mass floating... human heads?

No, fish heads to be exact.

Those fish with translucent scaly bodies under their heads are members of the mermaid tribe at the bottom of the lake.

Dozens of pairs of sharp fish eyes were staring at Devereaux, their eyes full of anger and hostility.

The leading mermaid waved the spear in his hand and swam to the shallows.

She was tall and tall, and her scales shone coldly in the moonlight, making her look particularly ferocious.

The spear was pointed directly at Dumbledore, his voice was low and hoarse, filled with anger.

"Dumbledore! You said before that there would be no fire dragons in Hogwarts! But now? Are you challenging the patience of our mermaids? Or do you want to start a war!"

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