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"Could it be that he recognized you?"

Lupin's mouth corners slightly raised, trying to ease the atmosphere.

"After all, you are a frequent visitor to the 'Daily News', you should have some awareness of being a big star."

Deverot rolled his eyes and interrupted Lupin's teasing without any hesitation.

"No."

His tone was a little lower, with a hint of obvious vigilance.

"I'm not talking about the ordinary look. His eyes are very strange, as if he is observing something, and as if he is confirming something."

Lupin was stunned for a moment, sat up straight, and looked at Deverot seriously.

"Confirm what? You mean, he may be suspicious of us?"

Deverot did not answer immediately, but frowned and recalled the scene just now.

His perception ability comes from the [Hunter] entry, which makes him extremely sensitive to emotional changes in his sight.

"It can't be said to be suspicious,"

Deverot spoke slowly, with a hint of caution in his tone.

"But his eyes are not just a scan. He stared at us for too long, as if he was looking for some flaws."

"Does he have any malicious intent?"

Lupin asked subconsciously, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Deverot shook his head, but his eyes did not relax.

"There is no obvious malice, but this feeling of being explored makes people uncomfortable. Just like the prey targeted by the hunter, he is not just looking casually, but with a purpose."

Lupin fell into a brief contemplation, tapping the cover of the book with his fingers, making a slight "click" sound.

He frowned slightly, as if trying to sort out some clues.

"Maybe it's because the project we are responsible for is more sensitive?"

He whispered, with a bit of tentativeness in his tone.

"After all, there are a lot of things involved."

Deverot sat up from the bed and walked to the door neatly.

He gently approached the door panel, closed his eyes, and felt the invisible tentacles emanating from the cracks in the door, bringing the entire corridor into his monitoring range.

He recalled Dumbledore's meaningful instructions a few days ago, and his expression gradually became stern, just like the expressionless face of the Ministry of Magic official outside the door.

"Maybe."

Deverot whispered, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, but his eyes revealed a bit of determination.

"But it can be basically concluded that they are coming for the professor."

Hearing this, Lupin stopped what he was doing and closed the book. He raised his head, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Why do you say that?"

Deverot turned around, leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and looked at Lupin sharply.

"Just when we mentioned Snape, his eyes changed. Before, he was just observing normally, but at that moment, his attention was obviously focused on us."

Lupin was silent for a while, frowning slightly, obviously thinking about what Deverot said. The room was quiet for a while, and only the faint sound of footsteps and conversations could be heard in the corridor outside the window.

Deveraux gently held his chin, looking thoughtful, as if he had caught some clues.

Seeing this, Lupin couldn't help but speak.

"Did you think of something?"

Deveraux raised his head slightly, his expression became unusually serious.

"Maybe... Snape owed him money!?"

Lupin was stunned, then rolled his eyes, his tone full of helplessness.

"Can you speak properly?!"

Seeing this, Deveraux raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a mischievous smile, then lay down on the bed without caring, with his hands behind his head, and said leisurely.

"To be honest, if someone owed me money, I would look at him with this look."

"Haha, but don't be nervous. Even if they really have any intentions, it's no big deal. Anyway, I've been staring at them."

Lupin raised his eyebrows and asked half-doubtfully.

"Why are you staring at them?"

Deveraux still kept lying down, raised his hand and pointed at his eyes.

"Use this."

Lupin watched his movements, frowning slightly, obviously not fully understanding what he meant.

Deveraux's perception ability was one of his biggest secrets, and he had never mentioned it on his own initiative, and Lupin just thought that Deveraux was talking nonsense.

"Forget it, let's wait for the professor to come back and tell him."

Lupin sighed helplessly, stood up, closed the book, and put it back on the table.

——

The Leaky Cauldron, first floor

Snape walked through the crowd with difficulty, his face was normal, but there was a hint of impatience.

The bar was bustling, wizards were talking and laughing loudly, and people in various robes filled the narrow space. The air was filled with the aroma of butter beer and the smell of tobacco.

He finally squeezed to the bar counter and looked up. The bartender was busy.

He held the plate in one hand and handed the wine glass with the other hand. He also used a rag to clean the spilled water on the table. He was so busy that he had no time to take care of the new guests.

Snape stood in front of the bar, his arms crossed, staring at the bartender with a gloomy look, as if this would make him move faster.

"Wouldn't it be enough to use the wand? Tom's training is not in place."

However, after waiting for a long time, the bartender still had no time to deal with him.

Finally, Snape seized an opportunity and reached out to stop the bartender, his tone cold and direct.

"Hey, I'm looking for Tom. I contacted him before and booked two rooms. Please tell him for me."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, obviously a little stunned by this abrupt interruption, but he still stopped politely and looked at Snape.

"Okay, this guest, who are you?"

Snape's answer was as brief as ever.

"Severus Snape, two rooms, 202 and 207. Okay, remember to tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away without giving the bartender a chance to ask any more questions.

The bartender was startled, then his expression changed, as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly stuck his head out from behind the bar and shouted at Snape's back.

"Wait, Mr. Snape—"

However, Snape had already taken a few steps and had no intention of stopping.

The bartender suddenly looked anxious and jumped out from behind the bar. His movements were so agile that he was not like an ordinary waiter, which attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.

"Mr. Snape! Please wait!"

He yelled and quickly chased after her, completely ignoring the commotion his actions caused among the crowd.

A burst of urgent shouting came from behind, and Snape stopped and frowned in displeasure.

He turned around and saw the bartender running to him panting, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his tone of voice was rapid and intermittent.

"Our boss said that if we have something to discuss with you, we must discuss it immediately."

Snape's frown deepened.

He always hated being interrupted by unnecessary things, not to mention that at this moment, all the curious eyes around him were focused on him, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"What's up?"

He asked coldly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Tom is at the bar now?"

The bartender raised his hand to wipe the sweat with a somewhat sincere look in his eyes.

"Yes, he is in the kitchen. He specifically told me that as soon as you come, I will take you there immediately, saying that there is something very important."

Upon hearing this, Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step forward, stood closer, and lowered his voice a bit.

"What's going on? I have a communication meeting tomorrow and I need to have a good rest today. Tell him and wait until the meeting is over."

Snape knew very well that if something really happened to Tom, how could he let a bartender here while he hid in the kitchen?

After that, he turned around and was about to leave, but the bartender panicked and quickly reached out to stop him and said urgently.

"No, no, no, no! Professor, the boss said that you must go see him as soon as you arrive. No delay!"

Snape stopped, his brows furrowed, and his tone had a hint of obvious impatience.

"I said, I want to rest, are you deaf?"

The bartender was so suppressed by his aura that he didn't dare to say anything. He lowered his head, moved his lips, and finally squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

"It has something to do with Alexander..."

This sentence was like a bomb, instantly igniting Snape's nerves.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a dangerous light in his eyes.

He didn't ask any questions, and just took out the wand from his robe. He moved quickly and gently lifted the bartender's chin with the tip, his voice as cold as ice.

"lead the way."

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