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Hearing this, Deveraux's smile froze slightly.

He looked up and down at Marcus' face, as if looking for some kind of answer, and finally just sighed helplessly.

There was a hint of ridicule in his voice, mixed with a little regret.

"Okay, Mr. Ma Shuren, then I don't bother to care about you."

He changed the subject and glanced at Malfoy behind Marcus, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"What about this kid? He doesn't look like he can do big things with you."

Deveraux raised his hand and pointed at Malfoy, the action was casual and relaxed, as if pointing at an insignificant item.

But his eyes pierced Malfoy's back like a needle, frightening the other party to tremble, almost sticking to Marcus' back.

Marcus turned his head and glanced at Malfoy, his expression did not change much, but there was a hint of complexity in his tone.

"Well, his situation is... rather special. But he should be able to return to school soon. We really don't need members who haven't received systematic wizard education in our team."

Deverot stretched casually and twisted his neck, as if he had just had an insignificant conversation.

He turned to look at Marcus and Borgin, his tone was light.

"Okay, anyway, you just need to deal with these dark magic items quickly, and I don't bother to care about you anymore."

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes turned to Borgin. That glance was light, but it pierced the heart like an ice blade.

Bogin immediately trembled as if his bones were pulled out, his face was full of flattering smiles, and he nodded repeatedly, wishing he could kneel down on the spot to show his loyalty.

Deverot retracted his gaze, turned around and walked away.

After walking out of the door, his expression suddenly changed, and his face showed unprecedented solemnity.

He whispered to himself, with doubts and a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

"The river of time? Madman? Damn, what does this mean? What on earth does Tom want to tell me?"

"Is Dumbledore crazy? To be honest, it's not impossible, but when I met him in school before, he was very normal..."

"But Dumbledore is probably the best person in the world at hiding his true intentions. It's hard to say whether he is pretending to be sane."

"The point is, there is still too little information now. Marcus probably doesn't even understand this sentence. It should be impossible to get anything out of him. Then there are only a limited number of people who can be asked..."

Deverot shook his head, temporarily suppressed these thoughts, and called Lupin who was standing aside.

"Let's go, let's get out of this damn place."

Lupin nodded slightly with a gloomy face, looked at Marcus and others in the store vigilantly, and followed Deverot.

The two quickly passed through Knockturn Alley and disappeared in the fog.

But the atmosphere in the store was still suffocating.

Marcus finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if the heavy stone that had just pressed on his chest had been removed.

He turned to look at Borgin, the coldness on his face was obvious.

"You, quickly restore the concealment magic, don't let the people in the Ministry of Magic see these things. And - shut up when you are not told to speak in the future!"

Borgin nodded repeatedly in fear, cold sweat already on his forehead.

He quickly took out his wand and tremblingly cast a concealment spell on the dark magic items in the store.

Marcus squatted down and gently patted Draco Malfoy's shoulder.

At this time, Draco curled up in the corner, his face was as pale as paper, and there was still fear in his eyes.

His hands were tightly grasping his knees, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

"Draco, don't worry,"

Marcus' voice was rarely softer.

"You will be able to return to your parents soon. They are working hard to complete the task assigned by the master, and everything will be fine."

Hearing this, Draco's eyes turned slightly red, and his lips moved, but no sound came out.

He lowered his head and nodded gently, as if responding to Marcus' comfort in this way.

However, at this moment, a cold wind blew silently into the store from the door.

The wind brought a chill that made people's hair stand on end, as if it was blowing from the depths of hell.

Marcus' nerves tensed instantly, he turned around abruptly, and stared at the door of the store vigilantly.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the door.

The man was wearing a black robe, his face was as pale as wax, his head was bald, his face was as hideous as a snake, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a suffocating pressure.

Marcus' pupils suddenly contracted, his body trembled slightly, and a name emerged in his mind-Voldemort!

And it was the Voldemort who really frightened the world!

His original master!

Before the three people present could react to what happened, the snake-faced man slowly spoke.

His voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, with an unquestionable pressure.

"My foolish servants, I didn't expect you to believe such absurd slander! Have you forgotten your loyalty to me? Have you forgotten my instructions?"

His voice gradually rose, as if every word turned into a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of the three people hard.

"Now, I'm back!"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the psychological defenses of everyone present.

Malfoy's eyes first widened, and then he fainted on the ground without saying a word, curling up into a ball.

Borkin was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a clatter of the wand in his hand. He fell to his knees at the feet of "Voldemort" with a plop, trembling and muttering intermittently.

"Master... have mercy on my life... have mercy on my life..."

Although Marcus could barely keep standing, his legs were trembling and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

He took a deep breath and tried to say something, but before he could make a sound, "Voldemort" suddenly turned his head and stared at him with his blood-red eyes.

At that moment, it seemed as if an invisible force grabbed Marcus's throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

And the moment "Voldemort" turned his head, a memory that had been hidden for ten years suddenly appeared in his mind, the scene of an owl with blood-red eyes landing in front of him for the first time.

This scene caused the last trace of sanity in Marcus' heart to completely collapse.

His knees weakened, and he fell to his knees with a thud. His hands trembled as he supported the floor, and his voice trembled so much that it was almost inaudible.

"Master...Master...I...I didn't know you were back...I...I..."

"Voldemort" slowly took a step forward, his black robe dragging on the ground, making a slight friction sound.

He lowered his head and looked down at Marcus, who was kneeling on the ground, and his voice sounded faintly, like a blade cutting across a steel plate.

"I'm really disappointed, Marcus. My loyal servant, you are doing such a thing! Have you forgotten my instructions?"

Every word was like a sharp blade with frost, piercing Marcus's heart.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his forehead was pressed to the ground, and his voice was choked with sobs.

"Master, I...I have not forgotten! It's just...just..."

"It's just that you thought I wouldn't come back?"

"Voldemort" sneered, his voice full of ridicule and coercion.

Marcus shuddered and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, that's not the case! I just... I just didn't expect that you would really come back..."

"Voldemort" stared at Marcus coldly, with a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Well, it seems that you have been deceived. So, are you willing to do a few things to win back my trust in you?"

Marcus swallowed and answered shakily.

"I would do anything for the Dark Lord!"

"Voldemort" nodded with satisfaction, a meaningful smile on his lips.

"Very good, then I want you to..."

"Become a doctor!"

Marcus was stunned and raised his head, his face full of astonishment.

"Doctor...doctor?"

"Voldemort" continued.

"Yes, a real doctor! You have to graduate from Hogwarts and get high enough O.W.L.s, especially in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration and Defense. Then, you need to pass the N.E.W.T.s exam and apply Internship position at St. Mungo's Hospital. Then, study with the instructor for a few years and become familiar with various healing magic and pharmaceutical preparations. When you have accumulated enough experience, you can participate in the interview and officially become a doctor. "

His tone was understated, as if he was talking about a simple little thing.

Marcus' expression completely froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Master...Master, this...this is not my area of ​​expertise..."

"Voldemort" showed a meaningful smile.

"I think you're a good fit, Flint Marcus. After all, studying medicine won't save the world, but it can save you."

After saying that, his body suddenly turned into a burst of black mist, which gradually dissipated in the air.

Marcus knelt on the ground in a daze, his mind going blank.

He stared at the black fog that was gradually dissipating. It took him a few seconds to realize what that weird smile meant.

He stood up suddenly, rushed out of the store, and roared in the direction of Knockturn Alley.

“Devereaux Alexander!!!”

His voice echoed in the alley, attracting glances from the Ministry of Magic officials.

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