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After Devereux returned to the hall.

"Everything is... okay?"

Outside the hospital ward.

Where Devereux and Dumbledore were talking just now.

At this time, Snape was standing behind the chair where Devereux was sitting.

Dumbledore was still sitting here.

"Well, both children are fine."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"I thought it was safe here, Dumbledore."

Snape almost gritted his teeth and said this.

"Yes, I thought so too."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and said a little sadly.

Huh!

Snape exhaled suddenly.

As if he was calming down.

Not looking at Dumbledore.

"So, did you tell him about the prophecy?"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But, I think he might be able to guess something."

"So I think the plan may have to be advanced."

After hearing this, Snape turned around suddenly.

His eyes were fixed on Dumbledore.

"Albus Dumbledore! The lunatics you brought out killed Lee and Aurora, and now you want to send their son to die?"

But Dumbledore was unmoved.

Still looking at Snape calmly.

"Severus, only you can do this, only you know enough, and only you have a real connection with him."

...

"Deverot, you look like you already know something, right?"

In Professor McGonagall's office.

The two sat at the two ends of the desk.

At this time, Deverot was holding a cup of hot tea.

"Yes, professor, the principal told me about our family situation, including the Priory of Tindalos, and the feud between my parents and them."

Deverot took a sip of tea.

As the warm current poured in.

His mental state improved a little.

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly when she heard Deverot's words.

"Well, I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would be exposed to such heavy things at such a young age. However, judging from your performance since you entered school, you are much more mature than your peers."

Professor McGonagall smiled as she spoke.

"Your mother told me several times that she wanted to be a student at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, she went to Beauxbatons at first. You really look like her, especially the blonde hair."

Then McGonagall mentioned several interesting things when she met Deveraux's mother.

In her memory.

Deveraux's mother was a person full of energy and liked to do things out of the ordinary.

She did not accept the arrangements of the Muggle family.

Following the notes of her ancestors.

Traveling around Europe.

Inherited Alphonse's alchemy technology and ritual magic system.

She was a very capable witch.

Because of this.

She did a lot of crazy things.

Stealing the treasures of the Priory of Tindalos was one of them.

Deveraux really listened with relish.

The story of this mother whom he had never met.

It was indeed quite interesting.

At the same time, I felt that Professor McGonagall had become much more friendly.

It was obvious that she really admired Deveraux's mother.

It was as if she was really an elder in the family.

Telling the left-behind children about their parents' stories.

Deveraux's mental state had obviously recovered from the trance he had just learned about his life.

Professor McGonagall also saw his improvement.

"Telling you this will also make you relax a little."

McGonagall sighed slightly.

She looked at the boy in front of her sincerely.

There was a trace of sadness in her eyes.

"Deveraux, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been angry with you and accused you of writing this letter. In fact, you don't know anything. It's all our fault."

Deveraux was very surprised to hear Professor McGonagall's sudden apology.

At the same time, he was also very surprised that Professor McGonagall actually called him by his name, Deveraux.

Instead of Alexander.

He quickly put down the teacup in his hand.

She stood up and walked to Professor McGonagall.

She gently placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Professor, please don't say that. I was stubborn and ignored your warning."

Professor McGonagall opened her arms.

She hugged Deveraux tightly.

Her voice was almost inaudible.

"Oh, my child, I almost hurt you. It was terrible..."

Her words were full of self-blame and pain.

The arm holding Deveraux was also shaking slightly.

For this.

Deveraux's heart couldn't help but move.

He had never thought about one thing.

Or after he came to this magical world.

The colorful world made him ignore a lot.

Is there really a relationship in this world?There are people who care about him.

Snape has always been a black-hearted boss.

Always trying to exploit him in different ways.

Deveraux is more afraid of him.

And the other students in the school.

Most of them are close to Deveraux because of his excellent performance.

Hermione seemed to cry because of worry.

But was it because of worrying about him?

Or because of Harry?

Are they really friends?

Deveraux didn't know.

But now.

A teacher who has no blood relationship.

But cares about his safety with such sincere emotions.

Worried about his experience.

This made Deveraux feel unprecedented warmth.

He had been very anxious before.

He was very eager to become stronger.

He took risks many times for this.

Go to Knockturn Alley and take the imperfect Polyjuice Potion.

Go to the Room of Requirement to find the Ravenclaw's diadem.

All because he was very anxious.

He wanted to change the status quo urgently.

Everything.

Just because he was afraid.

An instinctive fear as a time traveler.

He was a rootless duckweed in this world.

He had secrets that he could not tell anyone.

He had never opened his heart to anyone.

All the worries and fears could only be borne alone.

And now.

At this moment.

Deveraux felt an unprecedented feeling - that was a sense of belonging.

It was a warmth of being understood and accepted.

Tears quietly welled up in his eyes.

But he tried not to let them fall.

He raised his short arms.

He hugged Professor McGonagall tightly back.

As if to convey his inner gratitude and peace of mind through this hug.

——

Night fell.

The wind outside the castle was a bit chilly.

But the house was quiet.

Deveraux sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

His face was full of fatigue.

Now most of the dungeon is under his perception.

Today's experience is like a heavy stone pressing on his heart. ,

Driving him to practice continuously.

Become stronger as soon as possible.

As a young man with a special identity - almost like a destined savior.

Deveraux hates it now!

He thinks it is very likely because he was too careless at that time.

Loaded the [Savior] entry.

He has an extra enemy who wants to kill him.

Of course.

What has happened will not change.

It is estimated that the confrontation between the two parties is destined.

But Deveraux guessed that it should not rise to the level of salvation.

But with the blessing of such an entry.

Uh.

The opponent's strength is estimated to have been strengthened in the dark.

At least it must be at the level of Voldemort.

Fortunately, the loading time of the golden entry will be updated again tomorrow.

And according to the established plan.

Next week he will also learn the three unforgivable curses from Professor Quirrell.

It is estimated that in a week.

His strength will be raised to a higher level again.

However.

Deveraux knew.

The knowledge in books and the power of spells alone are far from enough.

In addition to learning Transfiguration, Potions and spells.

He needs to become stronger in other aspects.

Outside the window.

The moon has risen to the middle of the sky.

The silvery light falls on Deveraux's face.

Adding a bit of tranquility and determination.

Thinking of Professor McGonagall's hug today.

His hands clenched involuntarily.

Deveraux swore in his heart.

Before the end of this year.

Expand his perception range to the entire castle.

And in the next three years.

He hopes that this ability can cover the entire Hogwarts school.

By then.

Whether it is magic or spiritual power.

He has the confidence that he can compete with the legendary dark wizard Voldemort.

Even surpass him!

And in the castle that Deveraux cannot perceive.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

In the center of the room.

A dark stone platform lay quietly.

On it.

Marcus was shirtless.

His body was covered in a black mud mixed with unknown herbs.

Drawing puzzling patterns.

These patterns were particularly dense on the left chest.

Like the mark of some ancient spell.

Under the stone platform.

Circles of strange runes were carved.

Just looking at it.

It made people feel that the hair stood up.

At both ends of the stone platform.

Two candles emitting green flames burned quietly.

Quirrell turned his back to all this.

Standing in front of an ancient mirror.

His figure looked particularly distorted in the mirror.

His face was as pale as paper.

His eyes were full of fear.

At this moment.

A low and hoarse voiceA voice came from the back of his head.

Like a whisper from hell.

"Tindalos? Hehe, just a bunch of clowns who are afraid of death but dare not cross the taboo. They believe that people can be resurrected after death? How stupid!"

"The real pursuit,"

The voice continued, every word was like an ice needle piercing the heart.

"It should be immortality!"