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"So Voldemort has separated from Quirrell! No wonder Quirrell had such a strange reaction just now!"

Deverault stood outside the cafeteria of Hogwarts.

He held the wall with both hands.

His face was covered with cold sweat.

His stomach kept churning.

He had the urge to retch.

Deverault immediately began to adjust his breathing.

He practiced Zen to calm himself down quickly.

As a cool breeze flowed into his mind, Deverault's brain cooled down slightly.

Deverault immediately began to sort out his current information.

"There are two possibilities for Quirrell and Voldemort to separate."

Deverault thought.

The first is that Quirrell reshaped Voldemort's body like Pettigrew in the original book.

But this possibility is very small.

Deverault thought about it.

In this short week.

Quirrell had no chance to contact Harry at all.

Not to mention forcing Harry to donate blood.

And Quirrell probably has no chance to obtain Tom Riddle I's bones.

It's not even certain that Voldemort knows such a spell now.

Thinking of this, Deveraux frowned.

Because in this case, Voldemort only has one way to get rid of Quirrell.

That is... find a new host!!!

And who is most likely to become this host right now?

Bang!

Deveraux slammed the wall with his hand.

He came out of the shallow meditation state.

His face was full of regret and anger.

He scared a group of chattering first-year Hufflepuffs who just passed by.

"Deveraux, are you okay?"

At this time, a Hufflepuff in the team recognized Deveraux.

He stepped forward and asked with concern.

He was the boy Deveraux met on the ship to Hogwarts before, Spints.

But Deveraux was immersed in his own world at this time.

"Do you need to think about it? It must be Marcus!"

"I told you, how could they let a student be a teaching assistant?"

At this moment.

He turned around suddenly.

He glanced at Spints irritably.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm fine, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking.

He waved his wand.

"Stone Pier, move out!"

Click! Click! Click!

With a crisp sound.

The sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar.

The crowd at the entrance of the cafeteria froze in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on a galloping pony.

"Ah!"

The crowd screamed in surprise.

They scattered to both sides.

At this time.

Everyone saw that the first-year Slytherin who had waved the wand just now was still standing there.

The wand was raised high.

The eyes were unwavering.

Heading straight towards the pony that was about to charge.

Seeing the horse approaching.

Many people had closed their eyes.

They didn't dare to witness the tragedy that was about to happen.

"Deverot, be careful!"

Spints screamed.

But at this moment.

Deverot waved his wand again.

His figure jumped up.

He flipped nimbly in the air.

He landed perfectly on the back of the running pony!

Exclamations sounded like a tide.

He rushed out of the crowd with the horse.

Galloped towards the depths of the castle.

"Oh my God! Who is that?"

"It seems to be Alexander from Slytherin! Can our school raise horses now?"

"I don't know!"

——

The fourth door on the left side of the statue of Boris the Confused

The bathroom for prefects.

"Master, the plan is successful. The Auror will probably come tonight."

Marcus stayed alone in the bathroom.

But he did not go down to the bathroom that was as big as a swimming pool to take a shower.

Instead, he stood beside the pool and looked into a dark corner.

It seemed that someone was waiting for his report there.

A strange laugh came from the shadows.

The sound was like a blade cutting through the air.

Sharp and piercing.

It was difficult to tell whether the sound belonged to a person or some other creature.

"Haha, Quirrell did the last thing for me."

The voice echoed faintly.

With a hint of cold irony.

"Did he miss the reward?"

"Of course, not a drop was missed, all was given to him."

Marcus replied with a serious expression.

The scarlet in his eyes became more obvious.

"Okay, haha, if it weren't for the guys from Tindalos who suddenly came, I wouldn't have thought of this method... Then the next goal is to get the Philosopher's Stone and pull Alexander to our side. You have a good relationship with him, can you do it?"

The master in the shadow issued the next task to Marcus.

But the unquestionable tone brought a very strongPressure.

Marcus's expression was slightly stiff.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Master, Deveraux is...very smart. I don't think we can win him over without being exposed."

"Smart?"

The voice in the shadow sneered.

It was as if the cold wind was blowing through the dead night.

"No matter how smart he is, an Imperius Curse can solve it. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Master! I understand!"

Marcus lowered his head in fear.

It was as if the anger of the master in front of him was a very scary thing.

"Okay, start the action. When the Auror comes, remember to deal with your memory."

As he said that, something seemed to be trembling in the shadow.

It should be time to leave.

"Yes."

Marcus lowered his head very respectfully.

At this time.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!

Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hooves and the sound of heavy objects stepping on the ground outside the bathroom.

The sound seemed to hit Marcus' eardrum.

The air instantly tensed.

The existence in the shadow snorted coldly.

"Humph, Dumbledore created such a patrol knight group, which is very difficult to deal with. Ordinary spells are useless against them. If you have to fight them in the future, use the killing curse directly without hesitation."

Then he instantly turned into a black shadow and left through the open window.

Leaving behind the cold and quiet bathroom.

Marcus respectfully waited for the black shadow to leave.

Then he instantly pulled out the wand from his waist.

His eyes were fixed on the bathroom door.

Because he heard-

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of horse hooves stopped at the door.

There was no doubt.

It was coming for him!

But Marcus was not particularly worried.

After all, the prefect's bathroom required a password to enter.

These knights should not know.

Sure enough.

A voice asking for the password came from the door.

Low and mechanical.

"Password?"

There was a deathly silence outside the door.

After a while, a strange voice came out.

It sounded like he was deliberately speaking in a hoarse voice.

Said slowly.

"The fragrance of pine wood."

Marcus breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the other party really doesn't know what the password is this year.

The door did not move at all.

And the man outside the door didn't seem to be resigned.

Turned the handle roughly.

Tried to enter again.

The door asked again.

"Password?"

Click! Click! Click!

Only heard the sound of horse hooves outside the door again.

It should be far away.

Marcus was completely relieved.

Put the wand back on his waist.

Suddenly.

A low spell sounded like thunder-

"Thunder Explosion!"

Boom!

The violent explosion shook the entire bathroom.

Marcus felt a blazing shockwave suddenly hit him.

He was lifted into the air by the shock.

Hit the wall!

Before he could come to his senses, he saw the door and the wall on one side being blown into pieces.

Dust and broken stones were flying everywhere.

The bathroom was in chaos.

Marcus' heart was beating wildly.

The coldness pierced into his bones like a knife.