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The guardian magic outside Harry's ward vibrated slightly, and then dissipated like a layer of mist.

Dumbledore opened the door and walked in with gentle steps.

His blue eyes scanned the room with a hint of caution.

Harry lay quietly on the hospital bed, his hands folded on his chest, as if he had fallen into a deep dream.

His face looked extremely peaceful, not like a person who had just experienced a violent mood swing.

Dumbledore walked to the bed, looked at Harry deeply, then waved his wand, closed the door again, and strengthened the new blocking magic.

He whispered, with a hint of imperceptible coldness in his tone:

"Keim, didn't I tell you not to touch my students again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was sudden movement in the shadow of the ward.

A figure slowly walked out from the corner, it was Professor Mesphilos.

There was a hint of casual mockery in his expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had just heard a funny joke.

"Please, Albus, don't you have any basic trust in me? Why did you come up and say that I was the one who moved him?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at him without saying a word.

Faced with the principal's attitude, Mesphilos smiled slightly and began to pace in the room.

"Haha, I didn't touch him."

Mesferos shrugged, put his hands in the pockets of his robe, and spoke as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

"In fact, someone had drugged him before me. I don't play with toys that others have marked."

"It's also soul magic and desire magic. I didn't expect it to be able to reach this level so quickly."

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, like two icy beams of light directed towards Mesferos.

He turned around slowly and said in a low and powerful tone: "Apply medicine?"

Mesphilos looked at him with a half-smile, stretched out a long finger and made a gesture in the air, as if he was tracing some invisible trace.

His voice was low and slightly teasing.

"That's right, apply the medicine. It's very hidden, but I can still smell it. The smell of the soul is slightly bitter... It's the residual trace of some kind of binding contract. It seems that your blond kid is very fast."

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Hogwarts Underground Classroom.

The Potions Professor's private laboratory.

The dim lights cast mottled shadows on the damp stone walls, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of herbs and a faint smell of sulfur.

The huge stone workbench was filled with various potion materials, and the bottles and jars of liquid glowed strangely under the candlelight.

Devereux sat at the workbench, holding a quill in his hand, struggling to record data in a thick experimental notebook.

Dissatisfaction and exhaustion were written on his face.

"Damn it, I am now a professor-level figure, right? Why do I have to do such dirty work myself?"

He muttered while vigorously writing a few lines in his notes.

The handwriting of the lab notes was neat and tidy, but that was not Devereaux's style.

In fact, he would have preferred to use magic to record the data directly, but Snape explicitly asked for handwritten records on the grounds that "magic interferes with accuracy."

Devereaux scoffed at this, just to make himself work more.

"Can you find a new assistant from the senior class?"

Devereux muttered, threw the quill away, leaned back in the chair and rubbed his sore wrist.

His eyes swept over the complicated potion equipment in the laboratory, and his heart was filled with resentment.

To be honest, there are only two people in this "project team" now, namely him and Snape.

Every time he conducts an experiment or provides treatment to experimental subjects, he not only helps prepare medicines, but is also responsible for recording, cleaning, and organizing materials. He is almost like a free laborer.

"With this kind of workload, even if I'm given a gold galleon, I have to find a few people to share it with."

Devereaux pouted, wondering if he could later propose recruiting an upperclassman to help.

However, he quickly sighed again and muttered under his breath.

"I just don't know if the old bat will agree... This guy probably doesn't let others participate just to disgust me."

"Can you send me a free and hard-working worker in the next second? It's best to be someone who is free of charge and has strong abilities."

But Devereaux was just complaining, how could there be such a natural choice to beat a worker? Even if there is, how can it be delivered to your door?

Just as Devereaux was complaining, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

He frowned. Hogwarts was still in a semi-closed state at the moment. Except for a few professors and students, almost no outsiders would come. Who ran here at this time?

He put down his quill and walked towards the door. The moment he opened the door, he saw a thin wizard.

The other party was wearing an extremely shabby robe with patches in several places, making him look particularly shabby.

His face was pale, his eyes were full of tired shadows, and he looked like he had just struggled out of a long journey.

Despite this, Devereux was slightly taken aback by the wizard's aura.

There was an indescribable calmness and melancholy about him.

He still looks very young, but his light brown hair is already mixed with a lot of white hair, making him look aged and tired.

To be honest, if Deveraux hadn't opened his panel at this time - a new habit of Deveraux since the old man from the Extraordinary Apothecary Association came - Deveraux would have thought he came to Hogwarts to beg.

......

[Name: Remus Lupin]

[Age: 31 years old]

[Spell Library: Patronus Charm (Mastery), Armor Charm (Mastery),...]

[Entries: Dark Magic Creature Expert (Purple), Magic Talent (Purple), Moderate Lycanthropy (Purple), Destitute (Blue)]

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[Dark Magic Creature Expert (Purple): You have a very deep understanding of dark magic creatures. Since you were a child, you have a strong desire to learn about the habits and coping methods of dark magic creatures, which comes from your special identity. ]

[Magic Talent (Purple): You have a magical talent that exceeds that of ordinary wizards, and the speed of learning spells exceeds that of ordinary people, and you also have a certain degree of creativity. 】

[Moderate Lycanthropy (purple): You were attacked by a wolf-like patient with lycanthropy, and the disease remained in your body to a moderate degree. You did not receive timely treatment, so you suffered from the symptoms of transforming into a highly aggressive werewolf during the full moon. In the werewolf mentality, your speed, strength, and resistance to magic attacks will be greatly improved! But you will lose your mind, and have a tendency to self-harm when there is no target to attack. 】

[Destitute (blue): You are very poor, not recognized by society, and have no fixed place to live, no job, no fixed social relationships, and are both physically and mentally deficient. 】

......

Sure enough! It's Lupin.

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