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The last time Deveraux saw Snape, he was still the powerful wizard who was so majestic and arrogant in the duel classroom. But now, Snape was lying on the bed in the school infirmary. He was wrapped up like a dumpling by Madam Pomfrey. Deveraux almost laughed out loud. He tried very hard to hold back his laughter. The corners of his mouth twitched. It felt like he was trying harder than when he defeated Marcus. When Snape saw Deveraux coming in, he kept turning his head to one side and pretended not to see him. But how could this work? When he walked to Snape's bed, Deveraux specifically asked Madam Pomfrey to let him "comfort" the professor. However, when he saw Snape's appearance, the laughter that he had held back for a long time finally broke out. "Oh my God, professor, you...hahahaha!" Deveraux broke his strength without saying a word. Laughing loudly in the inpatient department.

"Professor, what are you doing, hahaha, lying here, hahaha!"

Deveraux laughed so hard that tears were about to flow down.

He felt his stomach cramp.

He almost laughed himself into injury.

Snape gritted his teeth and insisted not to look at Deveraux.

But his right hand was groping around the bed.

He seemed to be looking for his wand.

He wanted to cast a curse on this ignorant student.

However.

He hadn't succeeded yet.

Deveraux was caught by Madam Pomfrey.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

Deveraux felt his tongue stuck to his palate instantly.

He couldn't move.

Even his laughter was stuck in his throat.

This was the first time he saw Madam Pomfrey cast a non-healing spell.

And this trick worked surprisingly well.

[Ding! ]

[New spell has been stored! ]

He learned another prank spell.

Madam Pomfrey put away her wand with an unhappy look on her face.

She stared at Deveraux.

"If you dare to shout loudly in my hospital again, I will bury your head in the ground and then treat the rest of the body!"

After saying that.

She grabbed the speechless Deveraux's ear and dragged him away from Snape's bed.

Took him into the examination room.

To give him a full-body examination.

Although Deveraux couldn't speak now.

But he felt it was worth it.

This was the most embarrassing time Snape had been in front of him.

It was impossible to hold back!

He swore secretly.

Even if it happened again.

He still couldn't stop laughing!

After Deveraux was dragged away by Madam Pomfrey.

The ward returned to silence for a moment.

At this time.

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and walked in.

Came to Snape's bedside.

"Snape, the students have been transferred to Hogsmeade. Are you feeling better now?"

Her tone was as calm and concerned as ever.

Snape heard that it was McGonagall.

Snape barely moved his face out of the pillow.

"Not bad."

His voice was barely audible.

McGonagall nodded slightly.

"Well, you should take good care of your injuries. The school will suspend classes for all teachers and students for a week. I hope you can recover next week. After all, I believe all students will want you to be safe... Hehe!"

Snape thought he had heard it wrong.

He turned his face completely away.

He stared at Professor McGonagall.

As if to confirm that this sentence really came from her mouth.

But Professor McGonagall nodded at him very decently and seriously.

Then she turned and walked away.

When she turned her back to Snape.

The corners of her trembling mouth revealed everything.

McGonagall tried her best to look serious.

But she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

After all.

Seeing Snape wrapped up like a dumpling.

I'm afraid every Gryffindor would not be able to help but laugh, right?

After a while.

Deveraux's full body examination was completed.

There was no problem at all.

It was just that some magic power was exhausted.

In this regard.

Madam Pomfrey couldn't help complaining.

"Professor McGonagall, you always let your students push themselves to exhaustion of magic. This is the second time this week! It's terrible!"

Professor McGonagall could only smile awkwardly.

Then the two forced Deveraux to lie in the school infirmary for a day before he could go out.

Deveraux asked Professor McGonagall before going to the bed.

"By the way, Professor, why didn't I see Headmaster Dumbledore today? If he was here, I guess I wouldn't have to do anything."

McGonagall held Deveraux's hand and walked towards the bed.

"The headmaster is going to meet a very famous wizard today. He may come to our school to teach, so he is not here. Well, listen to Pomfrey and sleep here."

Then Madam Pomfrey arranged for Devereux to stay in St.Next to Snape.

He was thinking that he could continue to laugh at Snape here.

Or think about why Dumbledore suddenly ran out to meet a wizard.

After all, the faculty of Hogwarts is still quite complete now.

Oh.

By the way.

Now the position of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is vacant.

Unfortunately.

The plan has not yet been implemented.

Deveraux's body was defeated first.

In the state of exhaustion of magic power.

Once he calmed down.

Fatigue came like a tide.

He just rested his head on the pillow.

He fell asleep.

In a daze.

He vaguely heard Madam Pomfrey whisper to Professor McGonagall.

"After using the Killing Curse, a soul test must be performed to avoid soul-level diseases..."

Unfortunately, he didn't hear the whole sentence.

Deveraux fell into a dream.

——

England.

London.

On the banks of the Thames.

The rain was fine.

The air was chilly in early winter.

Passersby were all wearing thick coats.

In a hurry.

A man in a retro British suit from the early 20th century appeared on the street.

He attracted the attention of people around him.

He was wearing a black stiff-brimmed hat.

A crimson silk ribbon was wrapped around the brim of the hat.

He looked very elegant.

However.

Strangely,

Despite the heavy rain.

His clothes were not wet at all.

His shoes were brand new.

As if they had never touched the dust.

He looked particularly out of tune with the surrounding environment.

Of course, this was not the biggest reason why he attracted attention.

What caught the attention of others the most was that he was very... uh... black?

Please note.

This is not a discriminatory statement against ethnic minorities.

But this gentleman is really very black.

As pure as the night sky.

Black without a trace of impurities.

Seems darker than the surrounding shadows.

Attracting and swallowing light.

However.

His facial features do not have the common African characteristics.

Looks particularly inconsistent.

Even makes people feel a strange discomfort.

His facial features are sharp and irregular.

The edges and corners are slender.

As if he does not belong to any known race at all.

With an indescribable strangeness and surreal beauty.

Regardless of other people's eyes.

This person walked straight to the door of a deserted second-hand bookstore.

Standing in front of the door and knocking on the door frame.

"Mr. Dumbledore's room."

The words "Vault of Illusions" appeared on the door plaque.

Accompanied by a slight blue light.

In a blink of an eye, he has appeared inside a restaurant.

The interior space here is spacious.

The decoration is ingenious.

It seems to travel to London in different historical periods.

Victorian crystal chandeliers hang down.

The wooden carved railings and brass-trimmed tables and chairs in the room are elegant and simple.

Beside a dining table with silver cutlery and toffee.

A figure holding the Daily Prophet and reading it has obviously been waiting for a long time.

"Albus, how long have we not seen each other?"

The visitor chuckled.

Take off the top hat.

Hang it on the coat rack next to it.

Dumbledore heard the voice.

Put down the newspaper covering his face.

Show a gentle smile.

"About fifty years, Kem."

(Dear big guys, this is the first climax (｡◝‿◜｡), and there will be a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and a new story next. Thank you for your support!!)