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"Besides, Deveraux, there is no direct conflict between us, right?"

Marcus' voice was still calm, his eyes locked on Deveraux.

The previous shock that Deveraux could easily remove Voldemort's concealing magic had faded, replaced by a calm temptation.

But Deveraux obviously didn't buy it. He slowly raised his head, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Advice? I guess you came with Voldemort's order? Well, give me a reason to let this "plucking feathers from a passing goose" profiteer go because of this thing that I will know sooner or later."

Deveraux's tone was light, but it carried a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

His eyes were like a blade, piercing straight at Marcus, causing the latter's brows to frown slightly.

Obviously, Marcus did not expect Deveraux to see through his intentions so easily.

When Borgin heard the name "Voldemort", his whole body was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning.

His face became even paler, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his hands tightly grasped the edge of the account book, as if it was his only support.

Lupin's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes swept back and forth between Deveraux and Marcus, and there was a hint of unbelievable shock in his voice.

"What? They are... that man's men?"

Deveraux's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

He turned his head and glanced at Lupin, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

It can only be said that Lupin is indeed too behind the version now, and he doesn't even know that Voldemort's body has been locked up, but there is no way, and he can't make up for it later. What happened recently.

Marcus's face was solemn, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He just opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to defend himself, but Deveraux spoke first.

"Unless,"

Deveraux's voice was a little frivolous, but it was impossible to ignore.

"Do me a favor."

He had a meaningful smile on his face, and his eyes were a little playful, as if he was enjoying the feeling of being in control of the overall situation.

Marcus's expression was not relaxed at all. He stared at Devero sharply, and his tone was low and cautious.

"What help?"

Devero was not in a hurry to answer.

He stretched lazily and yawned casually, as if he didn't care about the tense situation at all.

He swept his eyes over Marcus with a hint of disdain, but it was hard to figure out what he really thought.

"Let's talk about it first. What news did our little comrade Tom bring you?"

There was a hint of playfulness in Devero's voice, as if the name "Tom" was just an insignificant person.

When he said this, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, and he added in a relaxed tone.

"As for the help... When you need it, you will know it naturally."

Marcus's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect Devero to put forward such a vague condition.

His eyes flickered, obviously weighing the pros and cons of this matter.

After a moment, his brows were furrowed, his face was uncertain, and he seemed to be trying his best to suppress his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Finally, Marcus sighed, as if he had finally accepted his fate, and nodded helplessly.

There was a hint of unwillingness in his voice.

"Okay, you win. But I hope you won't make us regret this decision."

Deveraux's smile became brighter, and he looked at Marcus.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. As long as you listen obediently, things will be simple."

The corners of Marcus' mouth twitched slightly, and he was obviously quite dissatisfied with Deveraux's attitude, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

He knew that in this negotiation, their side was undoubtedly at an absolute disadvantage.

Unless Deveraux's conditions were too excessive, they could only grit their teeth and agree.

Marcus took a deep breath and looked at Deveraux with complicated eyes.

His expression was a little hesitant, as if he was considering his words, and as if he felt some uncertainty about what he was about to say.

"The master asked me to advise you..."

His voice was low, but with an indescribable weight.

However, he paused, as if he was organizing his words, or trying to understand what he was about to convey.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, as if he himself did not completely believe what he was going to say next.

"He said - be careful of Dumbledore. Anyone who has tried to step into the river of time... is either a madman or a madman pretending to be normal."

When Devereux heard this, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was obviously touched.

But he did not show too much emotional fluctuations, but instead raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

His eyes were fixed on Marcus, as if he was testing, and as if he was evaluating the other party's intentions.

"That's it?"

Devereux's voice was calm, but there was a hint of contempt in his tone.

Marcus nodded slightly, his expression still serious.

"That's it."

Devereux chuckled and shook his head, as if he had heard a bad joke.

He spread his hands, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

"Oh my god, no, tell Voldemort that if he wants to drive a wedge between me and the headmaster, he should at least show some real ability. You just send a messenger to say some ambiguous nonsense and expect me to waver? Don't you think too highly of me?"

Marcus raised his eyebrows, his eyes were not disturbed by Deveraux's reaction at all, and he seemed not surprised by Deveraux's reaction.

He spoke slowly.

"The master only asked me to convey this. As for how you understand it - that's your business."

Deveraux nodded slightly, his eyes swept across Marcus' face, and then stopped on the trembling knees behind Marcus.

Malfoy was shrinking behind Marcus at this time, his face pale, as if he could collapse at any time.

Deveraux's eyes returned to Marcus again, and his expression softened a little.

A special feeling surged in his heart. The person in front of him was the first Slytherin friend he made when he just came to Hogwarts Slytherin College.

He was a guide to some extent, and provided a lot of help for himself in life. At this time, this look, he couldn't help but produce some extra emotions in his heart.

In this way, Deveraux's tone became a little more relaxed, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"So, my class leader, is it possible for you to go back to Hogwarts with me?"

Marcus' eyes flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

His answer was decisive and firm.

"No, I'm realizing my dream."

Deverot heard this, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, and he shook his head slightly.

"Really? But I remember that the dream of Flint Marcus, whom I know, was to become an excellent doctor. Alas, this brainwashing without a nose is really clever."

This sentence was like an arrow, piercing the past memory.

However, Marcus's expression did not change at all, his eyes were still firm, looking directly into Deverot's eyes, and his tone was steady.

"Devero, studying medicine can't save the world."

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