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"Snape knows it all, why can't I know it? We are colleagues."

Deveraux said with a chuckle, his tone relaxed but with a bit of confidence.

He knew that if Lupin taught at Hogwarts, almost all professors would know his identity.

After all, Dumbledore's style has always been like this - be honest with those who need help, and make sure those around him are prepared.

Lupin in the original book was also like this, so Deveraux took his right to know for granted.

Hearing this explanation, Lupin's originally tense expression relaxed a little.

He nodded, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect Dumbledore to trust you so much. It seems that you have a special position in his mind, haha! Okay, then I'm looking forward to the next treatment."

Lupin's smile was gentle and frank, revealing a rare ease in fatigue.

It seemed that being known to others about his identity made him feel much better.

Deveraux also showed a friendly smile.

He thought to himself: Lupin's reaction is indeed that of a person like this - cautious, kind, but willing to trust others.

"Assistant Lupin, in this case, let's start getting familiar with the laboratory now."

Deveraux waved his hand and pointed to the surroundings of the laboratory.

"This is our potion storage cabinet, which contains the basic materials and some finished products of various potions. Note that the state of the materials must be confirmed before any experiment, especially time-sensitive potions, such as moonstone powder and wolfsbane."

Lupin listened carefully, his eyes moving around the laboratory following Deveraux's gestures.

His expression gradually became focused, as if he was trying to remember every detail in his mind.

"Over there is our experimental table,"

Deveraux continued.

"All measurement data needs to be recorded in the experimental log. By the way, I would like to remind you that Professor Snape is very strict about the log, and even the color of the ink must be unified - use black, otherwise he will think it is "not professional enough." "

Lupin couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this.

"Well, it seems I have to adapt to Snape's style."

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Little Hangleton, this quiet town, is located between two steep hills and is picturesque.

On the hillside opposite the valley, a magnificent mansion is hidden in a large green meadow, looking solemn and mysterious.

At the end of a dirt road on the edge of the village, a teenager stood quietly.

His arms were silver-white, reflecting light slightly in the sun, and looked as if they were made of some strange metal.

However, these arms were not as rigid as ordinary prostheses, but full of vitality, as if blood was still flowing in them.

His face was cold and his eyes were deep. The whole person was like a cold statue, giving people a sense of oppression that could not be approached.

The boy stood there, as if guarding something.

"I don't understand, didn't you cast the protective magic here yourself?"

A low and indifferent voice came from behind the boy, breaking the silence around him.

The voice was steady, with an unquestionable majesty.

"Heh, this is the magic I cast decades later. I've only been studying magic for a dozen years. Are your magic abilities in your teens and forties on the same level?"

Following the voice, I walked into the woods and found a teenager standing next to a very remote little house.

He was a young man in a black robe, handsome but with a disturbing indifference.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Behind him was an old plaster statue.

Young Voldemort stood next to the plaster statue, looking at a dilapidated hut not far away, frowning, with a hint of irritation in his expression.

"Besides, aren't you known as the smartest of the four founders? Come and solve it."

Voldemort's tone was cold, with disdain in his words. His eyes swept over the plaster statue, as if he was provoking, and as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

The plaster statue moved slightly, raised the right arm that seemed to be burned by fire, the surface was bumpy, and exuded a burning breath.

Its voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from far away.

"I told you that Dumbledore transferred the curse to me. Now, I am consuming energy all the time and may be drained at any time. Don't expect me to help you."

It paused, as if thinking, and then continued.

"Besides, this design is not something that can be cracked by brute force. Informationization and the mass exchange of gold are useless. You have to try to solve the puzzle left by your future self, instead of just thinking about solving it with violence."

Voldemort snorted coldly and shook his head: "My future self is really a tormentor."

He walked towards the hut and glanced at the dead snake nailed to the door.

The snake had shriveled up like a thin piece of leather, with deep eye sockets, as if silently accusing something.

Voldemort stopped, pulled out the wand from his robe, lowered his head and cut a hole in the palm of his left hand, and bright red blood quickly gushed out with a strange luster.

He smeared the blood on the door frame expressionlessly. The moment the blood touched the door frame, it seemed to be absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

Then, the ancient door made a low "click" sound and slowly opened inward, revealing a dim corridor.

Voldemort stood at the door and took a deep breath.

The voice of the plaster statue sounded again, with a hint of warning.

"This is the last Deathly Hallows. Be careful not to turn it into a golden ring."

Voldemort did not respond.

He walked into the small house, and his back was stretched out by the dim light.

The door slowly closed behind him, making a slight sound.

Ravenclaw looked at the closed door and returned his eyes to his dry and shrunken right arm, and his only remaining eye wrinkled slightly.

"If this continues, the mad dog will sooner or later come through the angular space..."

Her voice was hoarse, but with a majesty that could not be ignored.

"This body can no longer be used."

She looked down at the right arm, and her fingers moved slightly, but only a tooth-grinding sound of bone friction was heard.

After a moment, she raised her head, her eyes passed through the dark woods and fell in the direction of the cottage.

This old mansion was emitting a faint light at this moment, accompanied by intermittent magical fluctuations.

A look of disgust appeared on Ravenclaw's face, and the boredom and helplessness seemed to be deep in her bones and could not be concealed.

"If the situation was not so urgent..." She muttered in a low voice, with a bit of reluctance in her voice.

——

Time flies, and a month has passed quickly.

Hogwarts.

Winter is getting stronger, and snowflakes have quietly covered the entire castle and the surrounding hillsides.

Although the sky is not completely gloomy, the mist is filled in the air, adding a hazy poetry to this ancient magic school.

The morning sun tried to penetrate the clouds, but only sprinkled a little weak light, reflecting on the white snow, sparkling with a little crystal.

A thin layer of ice formed on the lake surface. Occasionally, a few huge water birds flew by, and the sound of feathers rubbing against the ice surface was particularly clear in the silence.

The trees around the castle had long been bare, with white snow piled on the branches. Occasionally, a cold wind blew, and a few snowflakes fell.

The Quidditch field in the distance was covered with thick snow and seemed extremely quiet. Only occasionally a few brave students hurriedly stepped on the snow, leaving deep and shallow footprints.

In the laboratory of the underground classroom, a warm stove was burning, dispelling the cold.

Lupin was sitting at the long table with his head down, holding a feather pen in his hand, concentrating on writing something on the parchment.

His expression was calm and focused, occasionally stopping to think for a moment, and then adding a few strokes on the paper.

The air in the laboratory was filled with a faint smell of potions, which formed a sharp contrast with the cold snow scene outside.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the cold wind rolled in snowflakes.

A blond boy rubbed his hands, exhaled continuously, walked into the laboratory quickly, and quickly closed the door.

"Oh, the snow fell so early this year! It's not even November yet, and there's so much snow, it's freezing to death!"

Deverot complained, took off his gloves, and shook his red fingers.

Lupin raised his head with his usual gentle smile on his face.

"Deverot, you're late today."

"We're going to attend the international exchange conference this weekend, so we can't be so lazy."

(Sorry everyone, I'm not in a good state recently, mainly because I have a lot of things to do with my graduation thesis, and I have to go to work, so the quality of my writing has declined. Sorry, but next I'm going to enter a new plot chapter, and I'll try to speed up the pace.

Some big guys asked about the new book. I really haven't figured out the phone number issue here. I plan to go back to my hometown on New Year's Day to completely get this matter done, but I can't open a new book on Tomato at the moment. So I opened a book on Qidian. It's also the theme of this book, but I made some adjustments in the details. You can go to the next door to see the new book. It's now 30,000 words. There is a 4k update every day, and I plan to try it there. The title of the book is "Hogwarts: I can load entries!" So I've been really busy recently, and I'm very grateful for your support.)

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