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Deverot analyzed secretly in his mind, and found no abnormal magic fluctuations within the range of perception.

Except for the many foreign faces in the bar, this place seemed no different from usual.

He stood at the stairs, his eyes swept across everyone in the hall, but his thoughts drifted in another direction.

"Why hasn't the professor come back yet?"

He whispered to himself, with a hint of confusion in his tone.

"Logically, he just went out to meet a friend, it shouldn't take so long..."

His eyes slid across the waiter in the hall, and suddenly stopped behind the empty counter.

"Where's Tom?"

Deverot's heart sank suddenly.

As the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom almost always sat behind the counter, enthusiastically pouring drinks or chatting with guests.

However, at this time, the counter was empty, with only a bottle of opened butter beer placed alone on the table, the liquid slid down the bottle mouth, and had condensed into a sticky mark.

Although it was quickly wiped clean by the bartender with a rag.

"Professor Snape first said he would find Tom to arrange a room, then he said he was going to find a friend... now even Tom is gone?"

These details emerged in Deveraux's mind, and the doubts in his heart gradually increased.

"Is there any connection between these two things?"

While thinking about these questions, Deveraux followed Lupin to the second floor.

The stairs creaked, as if responding to the enthusiastic atmosphere in the bar.

As soon as he stepped onto the second floor, Deveraux saw the Ministry of Magic official who was on duty here before.

This person was still in the same place, but his state was more nervous than before.

He rubbed his robes nervously, and glanced at the wall behind him from time to time, his eyes full of vigilance and fear, as if there would be danger from behind at any time.

"I...I can't say...I can't say..."

He muttered in a low voice, as if he was arguing with himself, and there was a weird self-contradiction in his tone.

His lips trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was experiencing some kind of intense struggle in his heart.

Seeing this, Deveraux raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes stayed on the official's face for a moment, then moved away as if nothing had happened.

The official obviously noticed the presence of Deveraux and Lupin.

His body suddenly stiffened, as if someone had caught him with something, and his eyes dodged in panic, not daring to look at the two people at all.

His movements were ridiculously stiff, as if Deveraux was an untouchable taboo.

Lupin noticed this scene and frowned slightly.

He glanced at the official, then at Deveraux, with some doubts in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing and walked straight to their room.

Deveraux followed slowly behind, but he knew the official's performance in his heart.

"Desire magic is really useful."

He confirmed in his heart.

The official's abnormal reaction was the work of Deveraux.

When he used ritual magic to scare the official before, he used this magic to quietly implant a subtle hint, causing this person's subconscious to have a strong self-restriction.

At this moment, the official was trapped in an invisible bondage because of Deveraud's suggestion.

His subconscious told himself that some things must not be said, and even the idea of ​​reporting to his superiors was suppressed.

Of course, this kind of magic also has limitations.

If the other party's willpower is strong enough, or if he notices something abnormal, the effect will be greatly reduced.

In addition, this kind of magic is not completely stable for Deveraud at present, so he does not intend to tease him too much here.

After the two returned to the room, Lupin breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had finally relieved some invisible pressure.

He pulled out a chair and sat in front of the table with the data book, stretched out his hand and pinched his temple, obviously a little tired.

"Finally I'm back,"

There was a hint of relief in his tone.

"Deveraud, you stay here honestly today. When the professor comes back, we will check the data together, have a good rest, and prepare for tomorrow's road show."

Deveraud just shrugged his shoulders and lay down on the bed directly, with his hands behind his head, looking completely indifferent.

He was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

He replied lazily, with a bit of indifference in his tone. It didn't matter to Deveraux now, since he had already taken down the wisdom of the ancestors of Diagon Alley.

He closed his eyes, as if enjoying a moment of silence, but soon opened them again.

He turned his head to look at Lupin.

"I just don't know when the professor will be back."

He paused and asked suddenly.

"By the way, Lupin, what is your impression of Dumbledore?"

Lupin was looking down at the book on the table. When he heard this question, he stopped, raised his head, and showed a look of surprise on his face.

He blinked, obviously not expecting Deveraux to ask this suddenly.

"Well, to be honest,"

Lupin thought about it and spoke carefully.

"I've known Dumbledore since I was very young, from the Chocolate Frog card. After all, he is the headmaster of Hogwarts and a legend in the wizarding world. But in terms of real contact... the kind of opportunity that allows us to get to know each other more deeply, there are actually not many."

He paused and looked at Devereux with some confusion.

"No, Devereaux, do you really believe what Marcus said? He mentioned Dumbledore..."

Devereaux didn't answer immediately. His eyes fell on Lu Ping quietly, his brows furrowed slightly, his expression a little unpredictable.

He didn't speak, nod or shake his head, he just looked at the other person silently, seeming to be thinking about something.

At this moment, the door suddenly rang, and the crisp knocking was particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

Lupine turned around with a somewhat relaxed smile on his face.

"Hey, the professor is finally back."

He said, getting up and walking towards the door, obviously thinking that Snape was back.

Devereux sat up straight suddenly, and the expression on his face instantly became serious.

His senses told him that the person standing outside the door was not Snape.

Although the opponent's magic power fluctuations did not show any signs of threat, the identity of the visitor made Devereaux feel a little confused.

But he didn't stop Lupine, he just stared at the door.

Lupine didn't notice it and opened the door briskly.

Standing outside the door was a slender, middle-aged wizard. He was wearing a suit of well-tailored dark robes. The fabric had a faint sheen of silk, which was obviously of great value.

His short hair is meticulously combed, and the slightly gray hair color adds a bit of calmness to him.

"You are Professor Snape's teaching assistant, Mr. Lupin, correct?"

The middle-aged wizard nodded slightly, with a professional smile on his face, and his tone was gentle but measured.

"I am the receptionist of the Association of Extraordinary Apothecaries, Arthur Blackwood. I met your professor just now, and he asked me to give this little thing to Mr. Alexander."

As he spoke, he lifted a small metal cage from behind and handed it to Lupine.

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