Chapter 102

"Alexander, what are you doing?"

Prout pushed open the door.

Devero was seen pointing his wand at her.

Pale.

Sharp eyes.

There was a bit of surprise in his tone.

Devereux was stunned.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly put down his wand.

But the speaking speed is still a bit panicked.

"Sorry, sorry, Ms. Prout... I thought it was a dark wizard who broke in. Uh... you know, our school was attacked by them before, and I... am a little nervous."

Prout chuckled and waved his hand.

"It's okay, kid. You are in St. Mungo's Hospital. This is the safest place. No one will do anything against you, trust me."

She stepped forward slowly.

He took out a brand new test sheet from his arms.

Pass it into Devereaux's hands.

"This is your test report. However, the director of our department suspects that the instrument may have malfunctioned and needs to be repaired. We will arrange a dedicated person to handle it, and it will probably take a while. During this period, I will give you a prescription. Plant a magic potion to stabilize the soul state and make sure there are no problems. Oh, by the way, put the wand away first, we won’t need it here.”

Devereux took the order.

But he didn't let his guard down completely.

He nodded.

But he still held the wand in his hand.

His eyes quickly scanned the contents of the test sheet.

...

[St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Soul State Assessment Report]

Patient Name: [Devereaux Alexander]

Age: [11 years old]

Inspection date: [September 13, 1991]

Check items:

①Soul integrity assessment

②Soul Split Index Measurement

③Soul stability test

④Analysis of the potential impact of dark magic

⑤Mental health status survey

Check results:

Soul Split Index: 999 (Extremely High) - Severe soul splitting is present.

Soul Stability Index: 0 (Extremely Unstable) - The soul is in an extremely unstable state and requires immediate action to avoid further deterioration.

Dark Magic Effects: Significant - Magical residue associated with the Death Curse has been detected.

Mental health condition: Extreme anxiety with symptoms of hallucinations and delusions.

...

Devereaux immediately understood why Prout looked like that when he just got the order.

He stared at the lines.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Split soul? Instability? Hallucinations and delusions? Haha, did I become a psychopath?"

Devereux looked down at his hands.

Except for a little sweating.

I couldn't feel anything unusual at all.

To be honest at the beginning.

He really believed that using proficiency cards to quickly improve the Death Curse would cause his soul to be in a very bad state.

But it shouldn’t be that outrageous, right?

And my current mental state is also very healthy.

There are no symptoms such as auditory hallucinations.

Therefore, the possibility of something going wrong with this instrument should be relatively high.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"It seems that this machine is really broken."

Devereaux smiled.

Hand the list back to Plaut.

Keep your tone as relaxed as possible.

"Well, it is indeed a bit outrageous. Then Ms. Prout, if I come to check next time, when will it be appropriate?"

Prout took the order.

After thinking for a moment he answered.

"About a month and a half later. The manufacturer of this instrument is a professor from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He needs to come in person to repair this equipment, and it will probably have to wait until around Halloween."

Devereaux nodded.

Currently he does not have any abnormal symptoms.

There is really no rush to check.

Besides, it's like Voldemort who gnaws a big melon every day.

They are all still alive and kicking.

Just missing his nose and hair.

I shouldn't be that exaggerated yet.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Sudden.

Devereaux's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

It's not a normal physiological reaction.

Rather, it’s a deep, low-pitched knocking sensation.

Welling up from deep in the chest.

With a warning that cannot be ignored.

This is the early warning ability of the [Hunter] entry - when danger lurks around him, his heartbeat will automatically speed up.

Similar to Spider-Man's "Spider-Sense".

Devereaux's smile instantly faded.

He looked up and around.

His brows were furrowed.

Prout had closed the door.

It was so quiet that only two people were left in the room.

Follow the logic.

No threat in the hospital should be approached so quickly.

But this sense of crisis... is clear and oppressive.

It was like some dark gaze was watching him.

"how so……"

A thought passed through Devereux's mind.

Judge quickly.

"Is there someone planning to launch a large-scale attack in the hospital?"

His eyes swept over Prout.

She was putting the test sheet back in her desk drawer.

Seemingly unaware.

Devereux currently believes in the warning that [Hunter] brought him.

Because this ability is ultimately a kind of perception of someone using black magic around you.

And those who generally use black magic are dark wizards.

"Alexander, what are you thinking about?"

Plaut noticed something strange about him.

Stop moving.

asked curiously.

Devereaux hesitated.

Choose to speak directly.

"I suspect... a dark wizard is following me."

Hearing this.

Prout was stunned.

Then he laughed.

"Don't be nervous, kid, this is St. Mungo's, absolutely safe. Don't worry, put away your wand. And I'm still with you, I'll take you back to Hogwarts now."

Her tone was relaxed.

But Devereux was still tense.

Even if Prout didn't believe it.

He couldn't ignore the warning from the [Hunter] entry.

He pondered for a moment.

Followed Prout to the door.

But his mind was still calculating possible sources of danger.

When he reached the door.

He suddenly remembered something.

Turned around and asked.

"By the way, Ms. Prout, I have a question. About this instrument... What is its internal structure and working principle? From the outside, its cables look like Muggle creations."

Prout heard this.

His expression paused.

A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

But she quickly regained her composure.

He smiled perfunctorily.

"Well, this question is a bit complicated. We have to start with soul magic. Let's put away your wand first, and I'll explain it to you slowly on the way."

Deveraux shrugged.

He casually put the wand back to his waist.

Then he reached out to pull the door.

At this time.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom!

The heartbeat came again.

Even more intense than before.

It was like a huge drum hidden in his chest.

It almost tore him apart.

Deveraux froze.

Outside the door.

There was no one... but the sense of danger was getting stronger!

"What's going on?"

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

"Could it be... that the danger is not only outside?"

An inexplicable chill rose from the soles of his feet.

Climbed all the way along his spine.

Enveloped him.

Deveraux slowly turned his head.

Looking at Prout...