Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"When I hand you over to Professor McGonagall and the others, Madam Pomfrey will definitely help you heal."

Deveroy walked slowly towards the dying Marcus.

He was playing with Marcus' new wand in his hand.

"Eleven point eight inches, wisteria wood, phoenix tail feathers..."

Deveroy muttered to himself.

He looked at it carefully.

"Well, not bad. Mr. Ollivander's work is really first-class."

As a [natural wand maker], Deveroy naturally has an accurate judgment of who made a wand.

"But since it was bought by a Death Eater, it's better to get rid of it."

Deveroy's eyes condensed.

A fierce fire suddenly ignited in his palm.

The dark green flame instantly covered the entire wand.

The blazing flame twisted like a venomous snake.

It made a tiny hissing sound.

Deveraux could even vaguely "hear" the wand wailing miserably.

It seemed to be resisting the destructive power.

But he was merciless.

He was not Ollivander.

He would worship the wand.

Remember Snape's lesson.

Deveraux would never relax his vigilance against any possible counterattack.

He would never give Marcus another chance to cast a spell without a wand.

With a flick of his wrist.

He casually threw the charred wand into the deep pool in the bathroom that was as deep as a black lake.

The fierce fire emitted a terrifying green light in the water.

Disappeared without a trace.

Deveraux withdrew his hand indifferently.

He stared coldly at the broken Marcus.

Like a beast that had finished hunting.

Approaching the prey with a sense of oppression.

"Hu... Hu... You, don't even think about getting any information about the master from me!"

Marcus panted weakly.

His breath was intermittent.

But there was still a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

He stared at Deveraux fiercely.

Deveraux smiled contemptuously.

"Oh? You're still so stubborn. It's okay. I'll hand you over to Professor Snape later. I believe you will be honest."

He clearly remembered that there was a large bottle of truth serum in Snape's storage room.

In the original book, a top tough guy like Barty Crouch Jr. would drink it and say everything without missing a word.

Just then.

Marcus suddenly raised his only left hand that could still move with trembling.

He showed a bleak smile.

"Really?"

His voice was hoarse.

But it revealed determination.

Deveraux's pupils shrank sharply.

He raised his wand to cast a spell to stop it.

"Oblivion!"

Before Deveraux could recite the counter-spell.

Marcus' index finger was already pressed hard against his temple.

Turned suddenly.

Instantly.

His eyes became empty.

It was as if his will was completely drained by a force.

Only a dull body remained.

"Damn!"

Deveraux cursed.

Still a step too late!

He really couldn't imagine that someone would dare to cast the Oblivion spell on him without a wand.

This spell requires very delicate operation.

If you are not careful, you may turn yourself into an idiot who knows nothing.

Just like Lockhart.

Deveraux immediately stepped forward and pressed his wand against Marcus' temple.

"Legends!"

He eagerly tried to search Marcus' latest memory.

Trying to find any clues about Voldemort.

However.

What appeared in front of him was a pale emptiness.

Only some fragmented images floated by faintly - a mirror, a door, and a tail feather of an unknown creature.

Blurred and fragmented.

There is no coherence at all.

"Damn it, are you crazy?"

Deverot hit Marcus' head with his wand viciously.

However, Marcus was like an empty shell without a soul at this moment.

No reaction.

As if his perception was also taken away.

Deverot looked at his absent-minded appearance.

His heart was full of regret and unwillingness.

But there was nothing he could do.

He could only sigh helplessly.

He shook his head.

"Forget it, anyway, he has been captured... Give it to Dumbledore first, maybe he can restore his memory."

He squatted down.

Pointed the wand at Marcus' chest.

Gently chanted the repair spell, preparing to treat his wounds first.

Then give it to Madam Pomfrey to cooperate with the potion.

Completely cure this stubborn enemy.

At this moment.

Deverot's eyes accidentally glanced deep into Marcus' chest.

There was a dark object beating slowly.

His heart suddenly tightened.

He took a closer look.

He suddenly found that it was a black heart.

It was beating strangely.

Devereux was shocked.

He immediately looked through the entries about Marcus in his mind.

...

[Name: Marcus Flint]

[Age: 15 years old]

[Spell Library: Death Curse·Curse (Proficient), Serpent (Proficient),...]

[Entries: Favoured One of Desire (Purple), Damage Repairer (Purple), Magic Potential (Blue)]

...

[Favoured One of Desire (Purple): Devoured and twisted by desire, but also chosen by desire, body and mind have been transformed by the torrent of desire, and given powerful but costly power. You must be loyal, otherwise you will sacrifice your life. ]

[Damage Repairer (Purple): You have a talent beyond ordinary people in magic damage repair. Practice hard and you will have a chance to become a good magic repair physician in the future. ]

...

"Desire? Favoured One? What is this?"

Deverot frowned.

This is another new term.

However, Deverot had seen the word "incomplete" on a person before.

Or rather, he had seen it on several people or things.

That is Voldemort's [Dark Lord] entry!

Deveraux nodded slightly when he thought of this.

When he checked this entry before.

It was indeed said that Voldemort has a very strong charm.

At the same time, he will have countless followers.

"Is this how his followers came from? Is it his followers?"

Deveraux was shocked when he thought of this.

In his impression.

Any followers can only be obtained by gods.

Is Voldemort's standard so high?

Then he saw Marcus's [Damage Repairer] entry.

Deveraux fell into silence.

He couldn't help but feel some complicated emotions in his heart.

Finally, he sighed.

Patted Marcus on the shoulder.

Then he loaded this entry.

[Ding! ]

[Loading copy entry: Damage Repairer (Purple)...]

[Copy completed! 】

Suddenly, Deveraux felt that his understanding of the damage repair spells loaded from Madam Pomfrey in his mind became more profound.

"If you can't complete this task in the future, I will do it for you."

After Deveraux finished speaking.

He waved his wand to treat all the wounds on Marcus' body.

As for the matter of the black heart.

Deveraux planned to tell Dumbledore later.

Just let them deal with it.

At this moment.

Deveraux suddenly felt a strange sense of urgency.

He looked at the end of the corridor.

His eyes condensed.

"Strange, why haven't Professor McGonagall and the others come yet?"

There were faint explosions in his ears.

He suddenly became alert.

His brows were furrowed.

"Something is wrong!"

(Sorry everyone, I updated too late today. I'm really sorry. I'm busy with a course paper today. There are really too many things to do during the graduation season (╥_╥). The third chapter will definitely be out tonight. Don't worry, starting tomorrow, I'll return to the normal update time!)