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Dumbledore's voice was like a calm lake, with a convincing certainty.

"You have to believe that Harry is a man with an extremely strong heart and soul. Voldemort's soul is incomplete and weak. He cannot completely replace Harry."

His words were calm, but they seemed to have some kind of power that penetrated people's hearts, making people stop and think.

Deveraux raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands, and thought.

To be honest, he thought so at first.

After all, from the entry system, Harry's name is still clearly marked as "Harry Potter", not "Tom Riddle".

However, the facts shattered his beliefs again and again.

"To be honest, Professor, I hope you're right,"

Deverot finally spoke, with a bit of helplessness and sarcasm in his tone.

"But I gave him so many chances, and every time I hoped he could prove himself to be the savior. But what was the result? He was like being possessed by the Dark Lord, and he refused to repent!"

Deverot's eyes gradually became sharp, recalling those chilling scenes.

His voice lowered, but it was full of suppressed anger.

"He threw a curse at my face without hesitation, even with pleasure. That look, that action, professor, that is not Harry Potter at all!"

His tone became colder and harder, as if every word was adding weight to his conclusion.

"That doesn't look like the savior who is humble and kind, but a dark lord in the guise of a savior."

Deverot paused and looked directly at Dumbledore, with a hint of challenge and temptation.

"So, professor, do you think there is still hope for Harry like this? In my opinion, he has been completely corrupted by Voldemort."

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment, and Deverot's words echoed in the room.

He took a deep breath, and his tone became even colder.

"It's not a pity for such a person to die."

Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone, as if to comfort Deverot.

"Deveraud, the soul is not as easy to be devoured as you think. No matter how powerful a person is, before experiencing a paradigm breakthrough, the strength of the soul is actually the same, not to mention Tom's soul, which is already in pieces."

"Principal, how do you explain that he wants to kill Ron? And he cursed me!"

Deveraud's tone was sharp, like a knife pointing directly to the core of the problem, with undisguised anger and confusion in his tone.

"Is this something Harry can do?"

Dumbledore still maintained his calm demeanor, as if Deveraud's questioning did not shake his faith.

He gently raised his hand to soothe Deveraud's emotions, and then slowly spoke.

"But the fact is that Ron is not dead, and you are unharmed."

As soon as these words came out, Deveraud was immediately dissatisfied.

He stood up suddenly, with an undisguised rebuttal in his tone.

"Hey, Headmaster, you're not right! Ron didn't die, I'm fine, that's because I'm awesome! My magic is better than his, so he didn't succeed!"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, looking at the blond boy in front of him gently.

Deverot's excitement seemed to him to be just a vent of youthful vigor.

He said softly.

"But he didn't use the Unforgivable Curse, did he? And don't forget, he's still an underage wizard."

Deverot was startled when he heard this, frowning slightly, as if he was trying to figure out what Dumbledore meant.

Dumbledore continued, his tone still gentle but with unquestionable power.

"If this matter is really exposed, excuse me, Deverot, you may have more evidence to go to Azkaban than Harry."

Deverot was speechless when he heard this.

He stood there in a daze, recalling the scene by the Black Lake quickly in his mind.

Yes, if Harry was really devoured by Voldemort, with his personality, he would have cast the Killing Curse.

But - Harry didn't.

Instead, it was himself... Deveraux frowned, recalling his behavior when he lost control of his emotions by the Black Lake. It was estimated that there were traces of the remnants of the Killing Curse everywhere in that place.

He was silent for a moment, raised his hand and touched his nose, as if trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Well, maybe it's still Harry's soul that's in control now, but he did knock Ron unconscious, and then he was very arrogant to fight me. Why is that?"

Deveraux frowned, his tone mixed with confusion and puzzlement.

Dumbledore sighed slightly and slowly moved his eyes to the window.

The Hogwarts courtyard outside the window was shrouded in a soft twilight, and the occasional noise of students breaking the short silence.

He seemed to be thinking, and spoke after a while, his voice was low but full of meaning.

"A young man full of resentment has for the first time possessed a power beyond that of an ordinary person. No matter what, he can't help but want to test its limits. And you, Deveraux--"

He tilted his head slightly, a smile appeared on his face.

"As the number one duelist in his cognition, you are naturally the most suitable experimental subject."

When Deveraux heard this, his face suddenly became a little interesting.

He recalled that when Harry saw the fire dragon he summoned, his face turned pale as a piece of paper. His legs were obviously weak, so how could he dare to challenge him?

"Experimental subject?"

He couldn't help but hold his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

"Principal, then I can only say that he really just got the ability and has no idea what he can do."

Dumbledore looked at him, and the smile on his face deepened a little.

His eyes revealed a kind of tolerance unique to young people, as if he was recalling some distant past.

"Haha, young people always act impulsively sometimes. I have had similar experiences."

Deverot put down his hand and shook his head helplessly.

Dumbledore waved his hand gently, with a little more ridicule in his tone.

"Why don't you ask Harry yourself. Maybe he can give you a more specific answer."

Deverot held his forehead and sighed, nodding slightly.

Deverot stood up and prepared to leave.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Dumbledore, with a little hesitation and worry in his eyes.

"Principal, then this time... is it the fulfillment of the prophecy? The other two..."

Dumbledore smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal Deverot to relax.

His voice was still gentle, but with an unquestionable certainty.

"Don't worry, I have provided all the details you mentioned to the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's as soon as possible. They will act as soon as possible, and I will take care of the rest. As for you--"

He paused and looked at Deveraux softly.

"You have done your best during this period and have suffered a lot. Next, take a good rest for a while. Thank you for your hard work."

Deveraux nodded, accepting Dumbledore's advice, but he still stood there, as if he had something else to say.

He rubbed his fingers on the edge of his robe for a few times, and finally spoke.

"Principal, regarding your situation... Actually, you can try to use the Hufflepuff gold cup. At least, it may help you recover to a certain extent."

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