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In the Hogwarts Great Hall, the Halloween dinner was very lively.

The pumpkin lanterns floated in the air, and the faint candlelight cast mottled shadows on the ceiling.

The table was filled with various delicacies, from golden pumpkin pie to steaming beef pudding, and the fragrance filled the air.

The students were discussing recent interesting stories with great interest, and some were even looking forward to the arrival of Christmas.

Dumbledore sat in the teacher's seat, clinking glasses with Slughorn with a smile on his face, and the gin in his hand exuded a slight fruity aroma.

Slughorn's face was already a little red, he patted Dumbledore on the shoulder and loudly told some of his "legendary experiences" when he was young.

Dumbledore smiled but said nothing. He had hardly spoken for almost the entire night, just drinking, with his eyes flashing with the same wisdom as always.

At the same time, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, a thin figure was riding a flying broomstick and shuttling between the treetops.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on his golden hair, making it particularly dazzling.

He was flying over the Forbidden Forest at an astonishing speed.

The cold wind whistled past, rolling up his cloak like a fluttering flag.

Just as he was about to fly out of the Forbidden Forest, he suddenly pulled the broom handle and stopped in mid-air.

His eyes were sharp, scanning the forest below like a hawk. After a moment, his eyes were locked on a dense shade of trees, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

The next second, he turned the broom head and swooped down without hesitation.

The broom cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, and the speed was so fast that the moonlight behind him seemed to be unable to catch up.

Finally, his figure fell a few meters above a forest.

"So, Principal, why have you been following me?"

Devereux scratched his head helplessly, hovering on the treetops, his eyes locked on a thick snow-covered treetop in front of him.

His tone was slightly teasing, but his eyes were serious.

The Forbidden Forest on a winter night was quiet and cold, and the breeze blew, rolling up tiny snowflakes, like twinkling stardust.

After a moment of silence, the corners of Deveraux's mouth rose slightly, as if he had guessed the answer.

"Principal, you don't really think I can't see that the one in the auditorium is a puppet you made with Transfiguration?"

There was a hint of teasing in Deveraux's voice, and then his eyes fell on the still treetops.

Sure enough, a vague outline gradually appeared on the snow, as if someone was standing leisurely on the snow.

"Can't you understand the hard work of the old man?"

A gentle and familiar voice sounded, with a relaxed smile.

"I'm old, I can't drink gin in the auditorium, but I have to follow you into this cold forest. Even if I see it, I pretend not to see it. Isn't this the respect for the elders?"

Along with the voice, Dumbledore's figure gradually appeared.

He was still wearing the star-studded robe, with his signature smile on his face.

Deveraux rolled his eyes, then held his forehead, his tone full of helplessness.

"Okay, Headmaster, why are you following me?"

Dumbledore still maintained his unhurried posture, shrugged lightly, and his blue eyes flashed a hint of teasing in the moonlight.

"What else can I do? Of course, I want to make sure you don't do anything...not very rational to the Centaurs."

He paused, with a warning tone that was a bit like a smile.

"Although Centaurs don't think they are human, if you really murder them, international magic law will still send you to Azkaban."

Dumbledore smiled slightly and continued.

"Of course, fortunately you didn't do anything. But I'm curious, why did you count the Centaurs' foals in advance just now?"

Deveraux paused, then twisted his neck, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Headmaster, you should know that I have a place in the school dedicated to some magical animals, right?"

Dumbledore did not answer, but just looked at him quietly, as if waiting for Deveraux to continue.

"I think so,"

Deveraux spoke slowly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"For primitive tribes like them, centaurs and mermen, economic sanctions and other means can't really touch their core."

He paused, then turned his head, looking deeply into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, his voice low and firm.

"The most important thing is to disintegrate their primitiveness, break their isolated personality, and let them truly integrate into the modern magic society. Moreover, expanding the diversity of Hogwarts, isn't this a great cause?"

After Deveraux finished speaking, he turned his head slightly, with a playful smile on his lips, and looked at Dumbledore.

"Headmaster, don't you think so?"

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he shook his head gently, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.

"If you go too far, I will intervene. It's best not to leak the news before it's done. Okay, I'll go back and have a drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to cast a spell to become invisible again.

However, just as he was about to disappear, Devereux suddenly spoke in a serious voice.

"I also got some information."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped moving, and looked at Deveraux with his blue eyes, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes: "What information?"

The carelessness on Deveraux's face was swept away, and his expression became extremely serious.

He said slowly.

"Although the centaurs' memories have been cleared, some traces are left on them. Although it is not very clear, it can be seen that the person who gave them hints has a certain relationship with the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly when he heard the words "Department of Mysteries", and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to penetrate the night.

He repeated in a low voice: "Department of Mysteries..."

There was a hint of contemplation in his voice, and then he raised his head, and a warning flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, I know. There will be an international exchange meeting in a few days, and the Priory may take action, you have to be careful."

After that, Dumbledore did not hesitate any more, and cast a spell to make himself completely disappear in the night.

Deveraux nodded slightly, and flew towards the direction of the castle.

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"So, you are still reviewing at this time?"

Deverault pushed open the door of the basement classroom, and the cold wind poured in with his movements.

He untied the scarf from his neck and threw it on the coat rack, holding the flying broom under his arm, and his tone was somewhat teasing.

At this time, Lupin was leaning over the workbench, studying a thick book carefully.

He raised his head and glanced at Deverault, with a trace of helplessness on his face.

"Deverault, didn't you also come to the basement classroom at this time? And--"

His eyes fell on the flying broom.

"What do you mean by bringing the broom in?"

"The shed is too cold, I don't want to go back to put it, so I'll put it here for the time being."

Deverault leaned the broom against the wall, looking as if it was a matter of course.

"Do you think I'm here to do business?"

The corners of Lupin's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

"For a moment, I really thought you had changed your personality."

Deveraux sat down casually beside the workbench, crossed his arms and crossed his legs, looking relaxed and casual.

"I originally wanted to join in the party, but I guessed it would be over soon. I thought you must still be here "studying", so I came to disturb your study life."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door of the laboratory.

Deveraux and Lupin looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion: Who else would come so late?

"Snape?"

Deveraux guessed in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Lupin's face suddenly straightened, and he stood up. While walking towards the door, he gestured to Deveraux, indicating that he should hide his flying broom quickly.

The knock on the door became more and more urgent, even a little impatient.

"Okay, okay, I'll hide."

Deveraux rolled his eyes, waved his wand, and the broom immediately disappeared without a trace.

Then, he calmly cast an Invisibility Charm on himself, and the whole person instantly disappeared into the air.

"I don't want to be caught by Snape to do hard labor on Halloween."

Deveraux's voice was erratic, revealing a sense of laziness and self-righteousness.

"If he comes in and asks where I am, just say I went to Hogsmeade to drink pumpkin juice."

Lupin shook his head helplessly and muttered in a low voice.

"Even if you drank pumpkin juice, he can still accuse you of violating school rules."

Having said that, he still took a deep breath, straightened his robes, walked to the door and opened the door of the laboratory.

"Is Professor Snape here?"

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