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"Time turner?"

Lupine's eyebrows suddenly raised, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

He moved slightly closer, his eyes fixed on the seemingly ordinary cage.

"Isn't that a controlled item of the Ministry of Magic? How could something like this leak out so easily...How could Professor Snape have this?"

Devereaux did not answer immediately. He gently rubbed his chin with his fingers, his eyes serious, obviously thinking.

After a moment, he shook his head, his tone low and calm.

"No, this can't be the Ministry of Magic's standard time turner. The Ministry of Magic's time turner has a fixed model and a strict production process. Their design is complex and precise, and it is by no means a random rag like a portkey. It can be made.”

He frowned and lightly traced his fingers along the metal lines of the cage, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"This device... its structure is completely different from that of the Ministry of Magic. It only marks two time anchor points, one is this morning, which is the time before our departure, and the other is..."

Devereaux paused, raised his head, and looked directly at Lupin, with a hint of exploration in his eyes.

"Seven years ago, Lupine, do you think there is anything special about this time?"

"Seven years ago?"

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, then frowned and scratched his hair, trying to search for clues about that time in his memory.

There was some hesitation in his tone.

"Seven years ago... I don't know anything special happened. Ten years ago, the mysterious man fell, and a lot of things did happen that night. But seven years ago..."

He paused, his eyes dimmed, and his voice lowered.

"At that time, I was already disheartened. You know, after the war, I lost a lot of things... I was in a very bad state at the time. I was almost living homeless and didn't pay much attention to the changes in the outside world. I just Know that under Dumbledore's leadership, our world has gradually returned to peace."

After hearing this, Devereaux let out a breath and his eyes became deeper.

He looked down at the device in his hand, as if thinking about some possibility.

"Well, maybe you're right, nothing major was really mentioned publicly during that time."

He paused, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"However, this time-turner is obviously damaged. I'm not sure I can fix it."

Lupine's frown deepened, his eyes darting back and forth between the cage and Devereux, obviously disturbed by this incident.

"But why would the professor hand you a broken time-turner?"

His tone was filled with confusion.

"What's the use of this thing now?"

Devereaux shook his head slightly, with a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe the professor has his own plan. Maybe when I fix it, I can understand his intention."

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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

As the sun set, the Gryffindor common room was filled with warm firelight, and the fire crackled in the fireplace, making the whole room feel particularly comfortable.

Red and gold tapestries and soft sofas make the place feel cozy and safe.

Harry Potter was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, holding a glass of steaming water.

He turned his attention to the table in front of him, where the homework he had just completed was neatly laid out.

The neat handwriting on a thick stack of parchment shows his recent academic efforts.

He nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

In the past few weeks, he was no longer tortured by the heavy homework as he was at the beginning of the school year.

Now, he always gets everything done by Saturday, sometimes even solving most problems by Friday night.

Of course, this is not because he has become particularly diligent, but because his ability at this time is basically stronger than that of most adult wizards, because of those memories.

Harry took a sip of hot water, and the warm liquid slid down his throat, making him feel a little relaxed.

His eyes drifted out the window. The setting sun hung in the distance, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the spire of Hogwarts, making it look particularly peaceful.

"Perhaps, this is the only advantage in this situation."

He was thinking complicatedly.

Harry raised his head and saw that Ron, sitting opposite, had fallen asleep holding his homework in his arms.

Ron's head tilted to one side, the corners of his mouth were slightly open, and he was breathing evenly. It was obvious that he had completely fallen asleep.

Just then, the Weasley twins passed by one after the other, with mischievous glints in their eyes.

They stopped in perfect agreement, and one of them quietly took out a red clown nose and gently put it on Ron's nose.

The other one suppressed a laugh and made a "shhh" gesture with his finger, and then the two quickly ran away, leaving behind a quiet prank scene.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he witnessed everything.

He looked at Ron's defenseless sleeping face, his red nose looking particularly funny against the firelight.

Although he found it funny, Harry still couldn't bear it. After all, there were people coming and going in the lounge, and who knew if anyone else would see this scene in the next second.

He stood up, walked to Ron, and carefully took off the red nose.

The nose was soft in his hand, and he couldn't help but pinch it twice. Feeling the funny elasticity, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

Harry's eyes fell back on Ron's face.

Ron was sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling slightly, and a piece of parchment was scattered on his stomach.

His neck was exposed, and his fair skin looked particularly soft and fragile in the firelight.

Harry's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by an indescribable emotion.

He stared at Ron's face, his eyes seemed to be locked by some force, unable to move away.

His heartbeat began to accelerate, and there seemed to be a beast roaring in his chest, madly ordering him to get closer and touch--

Harry's hand trembled slightly and raised, his fingertips almost touching Ron's skin.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly exploded in his mind, like a muffled thunder, instantly knocking the beast down heavily.

"We can still choose friends!"

The voice was loud and clear, as if it came from the depths of his soul.

Harry was shocked, and the whole person seemed to be drenched in ice water, and he woke up instantly.

He took a step back in fear and almost stumbled on the chair behind him.

He looked at Ron who was still sleeping, and his face turned pale.

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