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The laboratory fell into silence for a while, with only the faint tumbling sound from the potion pot filling the gap in the air.

Devereaux looked at Lupine quietly without interrupting.

In fact, Devereux had already mentioned this treatment proposal from the first day Lupine came to the laboratory.

However, every time, Lu Ping used the excuse of "I am a staff member and I have to make sure that all the patients are cured before I consider myself" as an excuse to shirk the past in an understatement.

Today was the first time Lu Ping mentioned his true views on treatment.

Lupine raised his head and looked through the narrow window of the underground laboratory into the blurry skylight outside.

The snow was still falling outside the window, and the light was reflected by the thick snow, making the laboratory appear brighter than usual, but also more deserted.

"After that... there will be world peace,"

He said softly, with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

"Although I heard that there are new troubles at the Ministry of Magic, those things have nothing to do with me. I am just a person... wandering."

His voice was low, like snowflakes blowing in the wind, so light that it was almost inaudible.

"Anyway, I have never had a fixed place to live, and I haven't established any deep relationships with anyone."

Having said this, Lupine slowly leaned back on the chair, his posture relaxed, but his expression remained calm.

"So now I feel a little bit panicked,"

He continued, his voice low but steady.

"After all, there are actually many people in the magic world who know that I am a werewolf. If I really become a 'normal person'..."

Lupine's voice suddenly stopped. His lips opened slightly, as if he was about to say something, but he closed them hesitantly.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, but finally no more sound came out.

Devereaux grinned, a sly glint in his eye.

"Lupin, are you worried that you will be so happy that you become a normal person?"

Lupine was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Devereux to speak in such a way.

He raised his head and looked at Devereux with confusion, and saw that the latter had a proud expression of "under control", as if he had already read through his mind.

"I said, Mr. Assistant,"

Devereux continued, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Are you afraid that after you are cured of your illness, you will instantly become a heartthrob? Everyone is clamoring to make friends with you, and even the Ministry of Magic is queuing up to send you an invitation? Come on, I don't get this treatment. , how could you have?"

As he spoke, he stretched lazily, stood up from the chair, and smoothed his messy blond hair.

Devereaux knew very well, wasn't he just afraid that once he was cured, Dumbledore would have to be kicked out by him?

When Lupine heard this, he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. He was about to retort, but was quickly interrupted by Devereux.

"Let me tell you, you are only thirty years old, which is the time when you can do things."

Devereaux said, pacing around the lab, a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

"From now on, just stay in Hogwarts and do your job. So what if the outside world doesn't recognize you? Dumbledore still thinks highly of you, right? He dares to use a little kid like me, so why not give you a chance? ?”

Lu Ping shook his head, the smile on his face slowly faded, and there was a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes.

"No,"

He whispered, with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

"I...just came to assist this project. When the research is over, I will definitely not continue to hinder the principal's plan."

When Devereux heard this, he stopped and rolled his eyes, as if he was extremely speechless at Lupin's answer.

He stood in front of Lupine with his hands on his hips, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

"You, aren't you just working?"

Devereux narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth. You know that professor from the United States, the one who looks like a piece of coal? He won't last long, one year, or at most one year, and he will leave. By then Isn’t that hole free? Do you understand what I mean?”

Lupine looked up at Devereux with a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he was thinking about what he said.

Seeing this, Devereaux patted Lupine on the shoulder and his tone became much more relaxed.

"So, just accept the treatment with peace of mind and don't think too much. What's the next step? Someone has already thought about it for you. It's not your turn to worry about it. Let others live the wandering days in the future."

Lupine looked at Devereux in surprise, his eyes widened slightly, as if he was shocked by what he just said.

However, before he had time to speak, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the laboratory door, accompanied by a cold question.

"Lupin, if you don't work hard, don't expect me to write the recommendation letter for you after one year. So, have you written the lab report?"

The moment the door was pushed open, a biting cold wind rushed in, mixed with the chilling atmosphere of winter.

Snape stood at the door, his black robes swaying slightly in the wind, his face still showing his signature indifferent expression, as if the cold wind was part of his aura.

Lupine was startled by the sudden sound and chill. He quickly found the experimental report he had just compiled and handed it to Snape with both hands, a bit nervous in his movements.

"This, this is the lab report, Professor."

Snape took the report and glanced at Lupin without any change in his expression.

His eyes then turned to Deveraux, his voice low and with a hint of impatience.

"As for you," Snape stared at Deveraux, who was still half-lying on the soft chair, and his tone became even colder, "If you want to graduate from the project team smoothly, you have to work hard for me, understand?"

Deveraux suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, slowly stood up from the soft chair, and his tone was full of perfunctory.

"Yes, boss."

After saying that, he turned and walked to a corner of the laboratory, picked up a pile of empty containers, walked to the sink and began to clean them with spells.

Under the guidance of magic, the water flow gently washed the glassware, making a slight sound.

Seeing Snape lowered his head to read the experimental report, he hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak.

"Uh, professor, the recommendation letter you mentioned just now refers to..."

Snape didn't even raise his head, but just responded lightly: "What do you think it is?"

Lupin was speechless for a moment, his expression on his face was a little embarrassed, but more of a complicated thought.

And Deveraux completely ignored the conversation between the two.

He waved his wand at the sink, and the fully automatic cleaning magic started instantly. The water flow and brush seemed to be given life and began to clean every corner of the container.

He leaned against the sink, but his eyes fell on a corner of the laboratory, as if he was wandering in the sky.

"I have gained a lot recently,"

Devereux muttered to himself, with a slight smile on his face.

"The good stuff I got from Harry is enough to study for a while."

Suddenly, there was a cry from behind.

"Ah? I'm going to be a potion professor?!"

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