Chapter 111

"No problem. After class in the afternoon, come to the office to get the new schedule."

Professor McGonagall's voice was as clear and crisp as ever.

Deverot was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that this would be a question that would surprise the professor a little.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall did not seem surprised at all.

As if she had expected it.

"Even if you didn't ask me, I would let you adjust your courses."

Professor McGonagall added lightly.

There was a sense of matter-of-factness in her tone.

"After all, you don't have to waste time listening to lower-level courses now."

After saying that.

She nodded to Deverot.

Indicated that the matter was over.

Deverot came back to his senses.

He nodded in response hurriedly.

He showed a smile of "I see."

"Thank you, professor."

Before he finished speaking.

He walked out of the classroom.

When he closed the door, he gently closed it.

There is nothing to do now.

After walking out of the classroom.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The slightly nervous mood gradually relaxed.

There was still some time before the afternoon classes.

Now he had some free time.

He looked up at the ceiling.

Then he turned around and looked at the empty corridor.

There was no one around.

"It's a good time."

Deveraux muttered to himself.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He whispered a spell.

The wand gently touched his head.

In an instant.

A cold liquid seemed to pour down from the top of his head.

Flowing along his neck and limbs.

The familiar sense of invisibility enveloped his whole body again.

Disillusionment spell!

Deveraux moved his hands and feet slightly.

After confirming that the invisibility state was correct.

He turned around.

He quickly ran along the familiar corridor.

The progress of exploring the castle before had not made any progress because he was taken to the hospital.

Now is a good time to make up.

——

Hogwarts.

The Room of Requirement.

The room where things are hidden.

There is a strong scent of tea here.

It seemed as if every wisp of air was permeated with this warm fragrance.

Two weeks ago.

This was still a messy storage room.

Various sundries were piled up like a small mountain.

Now.

The room has been completely renewed.

It is surprisingly neat.

Various items are cleverly classified and organized.

Books, magic props, and even seemingly useless small fragments have found their respective places.

If an outsider came in.

He would probably think that there are house elves here diligently cleaning and organizing every day.

But in fact.

This place always maintains mystery and silence without being disturbed.

In a corner of the room.

A figure is sitting quietly.

At first glance.

It seems to be a plaster statue.

But looking closely.

It is found that this "plaster statue" can move freely.

He holds a cup of steaming black tea in his hand.

He tastes it carefully.

His expression reveals a kind of leisure and elegance.

His appearance is almost the same as the real person.

Only the pale skin that almost reflects light reveals his strange identity - a plaster statue.

If it weren't for this unforgettable color.

Probably no one would suspect that he is just an ordinary person.

Not to mention that he is now holding a teacup elegantly.

Drinking tea in this space that few people enter.

"So your plan failed?"

The plaster statue suddenly spoke.

His tone was calm and casual.

As if he was chatting casually with someone.

His cold eyes moved slightly.

As if an invisible string was gradually tightening.

There.

A huge steel frame stood quietly.

On it rested a sleeping owl.

If Devereux was there at this time.

He would definitely exclaim.

"Vega!"

That's right.

This owl is exactly the same as the owl named "Vega" in the school.

Whether it is the shape of the wings or the slightly raised feathers on the forehead.

But now.

Its appearance made people feel inexplicably uncomfortable - it was motionless like a sculpture.

There was no sign of chest movement.

It was as if life had been taken away.

The plaster statue's question stayed in the air for nearly a minute.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the faint fragrance of tea floated.

Finally.

The "Vega" slowly opened its eyes.

A pair of scarlet pupils flashed a sharp light in the dim room.

"You can say that."

Human words actually came out of the mouth of the owl!

Its voice was low and indifferent.

With a hint of anger and unwillingness.

Its wings fluttered gently.

Every movement.

Splashed out tiny red sparks.

Disappeared in the air in an instant.

"I didn't expect this kid to grow so fast that he could actually see through the Imperius Curse. This is something that even many Aurors can't do. It seems... We must replan the next move."

The plaster statue heard this.

The teacup in his hand paused slightly.

The magical fluctuations in the surrounding air subsided instantly.

Like a piece of ice being pressed into boiling water.

Then slowly lowered.

Ka!

The sound of the teacup hitting the saucer echoed in the quiet space.

Like a warning.

Breaking the false tranquility.

"Next time?"

The plaster statue whispered.

His tone became colder.

"I told you a long time ago, you only have this one chance."

His eyes were fixed on "Vega".

The moment when both sides looked at each other.

The air seemed suddenly heavy.

An invisible pressure enveloped the entire room.

"Why?"

"Vega"'s voice was a little deeper.

The red light became sharper in his pupils.

It was like a sharp blade trying to pierce the will of the plaster statue.

But the plaster statue showed no fear.

His eyes were as calm as ice.

Never give in.

"Because he is my student."

This sentence is like a heavy hammer.

Smash the tension in the air to pieces.

The two continued to look at each other.

His eyes were filled with vigilance and hidden threats.

final.

"Vega" snorted coldly.

He flapped his wings.

Bringing up a weak air current.

There was disdain in his voice.

"Do you really think you are safe? Just having a 'only' existence makes you dare to make such a decision? If you don't join forces with me, you will eventually fail miserably."

The words have not yet finished.

It jumped.

Flying towards a seemingly ordinary cabinet in the corner of the room.

while stopping on top of the cabinet.

It looked back at the plaster statue one last time.

There was a little more meaning in his tone.

"Good luck to you, Ravenclaw."

Finished.

It got into the cabinet.

Disappeared.

The plaster statue's gaze lingered for a moment on the spot where it disappeared.

There seemed to be some complex emotions flowing in the deep eyes.

Either anger or doubt, it’s hard to see through.

"You too...Tom."

His voice was deep.

With a deep-seated coldness.

The fragrance of tea gradually dissipated in the air.

The room fell into deathly silence again.

——

Hogwarts.

Underground classroom.

A dedicated laboratory for the Potions Professor.

At this time, there was a pungent smell of medicinal residue, which was nauseating.

"Oh my god! What evil did I do in my previous life! Let me do such a job!"

Devereux vigorously wiped a huge black pot.

The steel wool made a harsh friction sound on the bottom of the pot.

Pain was written all over his face.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

As sticky as the stain left in the medicine pot.

This is the same pot they used to brew the Polyjuice Potion last week.

But because Devereux and Snape were both attacked by Quirrell and sent to the school hospital.

No one is watching.

So it was scrapped.

At the same time, no one disposed of the remains of this pot in time.

The chemical residue inside completely corroded the inner wall.

It turned into a hard dark brown substance.

Devereaux had to come and clean the remaining contents out of the pot.

Even worse.

The remaining substance of the potion has special magic resistance.

Not even the cleansing spell can do anything.

This means.

This arduous cleaning task can only be done manually.

"This is not what students should do!"

Devereux muttered.

He gritted his teeth and wiped hard.

The steel ball was deformed out of shape in his hands.

At this time, the door of the laboratory was suddenly opened.

"Why did it take so long? Are you planning to spend the night in this laboratory?"

Snape's voice was cold and sharp.

It was as if a cold wind had swept into the room.

He stood at the door.

The black robe swayed slightly behind him.

He was holding a paper bag in his hand.

It contained something with a strange smell.

Devereaux gritted his teeth.

I cursed in my heart.

But he didn't dare to talk back.

His hand continued to rub the pot vigorously.

I can't wait to crush the steel wool ball to vent my dissatisfaction.

However.

He noticed a sudden pause in Snape's voice.

Follow his gaze.

Devereaux saw Snape behind him.

Another figure walked in slowly.

Saw someone coming.

Devereaux froze.

He didn't expect this person to come tonight!

(I'm sorry everyone, I really feel it today. My writing has been really bad recently, and I have lost a lot of follow-up reading and reminders. I'm really sorry. I wrote too much in front of you and didn't take the readers' feelings into consideration. I'm sorry. I'll tell you later. The original plot will be promoted as soon as possible.)