Chapter 100

After Devereaux walked into the small room.

Prout motioned for him to wait a moment.

Said she needed to make some preparations.

The room was very quiet.

Only the ticking of the clock in the corner echoed.

Devero simply sat down cross-legged.

Start thinking about the strange feeling just now.

Who is eyeing him?

He closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Spread your perceptions through meditation.

He carefully "scanned" the corridor he just passed.

Every wizard, every patient.

All emerged in his perception one by one.

But the strange thing is.

Nothing came of it.

There aren't any unusual fluctuations.

It was as if the strange feeling just now was an illusion.

"From the Priory of Tindalos?"

Devereaux was the first to think of it.

The same organization that had previously issued death threats to him.

But he soon denied this speculation.

This time he came to St. Mungo's for a checkup.

Only Moody, Madam Pomfrey and a few Aurors knew.

No matter how powerful the Priory of Tindalos is.

It’s not like even Moody can instigate rebellion, right?

That old guy is a complete paranoid.

Usually, even a piece of biscuit must be checked three times with the magic eye before eating it.

"Could that be Voldemort?"

Devereaux went on to speculate.

But this possibility is also very low.

Based on the clues he got in the bathroom before.

Voldemort is now possessed by something small.

Probably still stuck at Hogwarts.

The protective spell at Hogwarts was placed by the Aurors themselves.

If Voldemort wanted to sneak out of the castle without alerting anyone.

Almost impossible.

It is unlikely that the two enemies will appear here.

Devereux frowned.

Could it be that he simply happened to meet a pervert who thought, "This kid is quite handsome, so why not just kill him?"

Are there so many perverts in the UK?

He shook his head.

I gave up further research for the time being.

Since I can't figure out who it is.

Or stay the same in the face of change.

The inspection was completed in a while.

Just follow Plaut back.

Plans to explore secret places can be postponed.

Anyway, there is still plenty of time.

He was drugged several times in school.

As a [Potion Spirit], Devero can definitely do it casually.

Thinking about it, he opened the secret exploration panel.

[Current Secret: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries]

[Exploration degree: 10.4%]

Nodding with satisfaction.

"It seems that this place is similar to Platform Nine and a Quarter. It is considered a small wizard's secret place. There are no secret passages, and there are no hidden areas worth exploring."

Devero thought to himself.

His expression became more relaxed.

Just when he was thinking that he had obtained the wisdom of his second ancestor.

Prout had successfully restarted the instrument.

She lifted the tarp off the machine.

The fabric slipped.

Bringing up a burst of dust.

The entire machine is revealed.

And Devereaux's first reaction when he saw this guy was.

This is not a "machine" at all!

It looks more like a living "being".

The main body of the instrument is made of a dark red material with a metallic luster.

The surface is covered with intricate wiring.

These lines are not static.

Rather, it flows slowly with a certain pattern.

It seems to contain vitality.

A translucent sphere is suspended on the top of the host.

There are light spots constantly gathering and scattering inside.

Like a miniature nebula.

The "antennas" around the instrument are not ordinary metal structures.

Instead, it is composed of a mercury-like liquid.

Sometimes they condense into spikes.

Sometimes it flows into an arc.

Whenever someone comes near.

These liquid antennas all vibrate slightly.

Makes a low buzzing sound.

"Is this an instrument for detecting the state of the soul?"

Devereaux frowned.

Looking at this thing with some distrust.

"It felt like it was sucking right out of my soul."

Prout smiled.

"Don't be nervous, kid. This thing does look a bit... scary. However, it is only used to 'see' your soul and will never cause you harm."

With that said, he walked up behind Devereux.

He held his shoulders with both hands and adjusted them to face the machine.

Only then did Devereux realize that he was now standing in a circle drawn with golden powder.

I don’t know what these powders do.

"Now just stand here and don't move."

Prout held his shoulders.

His tone became serious.

"It will read the characteristics of your soul, and a slight interference may cause information distortion."

Prout then walked over to the instrument and took out his wand.

Draw on a certain line.

Devereux still hesitated.

But the core of the instrument was discovered.

That suspended nebula ball.

It lit up slightly.

As if aware of his presence.

then.

A light as thin as a hair emanated from the sphere.

It penetrated directly into his forehead.

"Why!"

Devero subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But found that he couldn't move.

The gold powder under his feet turned into a fixator.

Locking Devero firmly in place.

The feeling of light coming from it is very strange.

Not pain.

It's an indescribable "feeling of detachment."

Devereaux seemed to see his body getting blurry.

Consciousness was pulled into an endless void.

Just then.

The instrument made a low roar.

The suspended nebula ball began to rotate rapidly.

The light spots inside converge into a picture.

A ruined castle loomed up.

But in an instant the entire castle was shrouded in black mist.

After a while, all you can see in the nebula ball is endless rolling black mist.

At this time, the strong feeling of peeling off gradually subsided.

The restraint of the gold powder on Devereaux's body was also weakening.

"What's this?"

Devereux asked in a low voice.

There was a tremor in his voice.

Plaut's face also became solemn.

"This is a memory fragment deep in your soul. It may be closely related to your past experience or your destiny, but this black mist... strange, why does this happen?"

The picture flashed away.

Nebula Ball returned to calm.

The instrument's antenna slowly retracts into the main body.

"The test is complete, and a report will be generated in a moment."

Prout patted Devereux on the shoulder.

"It seems that the situation of your soul is... quite complicated."

Devereux heard her hesitation.

"Ms. Prout, is this rare for me?"

Prout looked confused.

Speak slowly.

"How should I put it? In fact, there are very few people like you who use the Death Curse in a certain legal space. Our hospital has only received a few Aurors from the Ministry of Magic in the past. Most of them use this spell. They are all dark wizards. After they were caught, they were sent directly to Azkaban."

Ms. Prout paused again.

As if thinking about something.

"And even if the death curse is used with reasonable intentions, legal means and in an extremely urgent state, in our current research..."

Ms. Prout's expression was serious.

"It will also cause permanent damage to the user, but the degree is different."

"And the fragmentation of the pictures shown in the nebula ball just now can show the degree of damage of your souls to a certain extent. Generally speaking, there are one or two paintings with cracks in the middle, but... like you, a piece of Chaos, I’ve never seen it before.”