Chapter 114

Devereaux stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Suddenly everyone's eyes turned to him.

Like a monkey in a zoo.

There was curiosity, admiration and... wariness in their eyes.

Although the Ministry of Magic did not directly announce the details of the previous Great Hall War.

But Marcus disappeared for no reason.

Quirrell's identity as a dark wizard.

Instantly, many people became suspicious of Devereux's identity.

Although many people still think Devereux is a good person.

This comes from the accumulation of his usual character.

But many senior students who are not familiar with Devereaux cannot fully accept this.

So now there is a vague rumor spreading that Devereaux is an undercover dark wizard.

Of course Devereux didn't care.

He only cares about whether he can learn something in class.

He walked straight to his seat and found that the seats around him were completely empty - obviously everyone else was deliberately avoiding him.

Just as he was taking out his textbook, an unexpected person came over and sat down next to him without hesitation.

It was Wells—the guy who had teased him in class.

Not only that.

After he sat down, he asked directly in front of everyone's strange eyes.

"Are you a dark wizard?"

Devereux was stunned.

Then he shook his head.

"No, uh, not yet."

Wells nodded without changing his expression.

Then he started talking.

"In history, the leaders of successive dark wizards are called Dark Lords, and each Dark Lord has countless followers. This is also an important reason why they can influence the entire magical world. Mr. Alexander, as long as you give an order Next, I will support you as the third generation Dark Lord! I want to be your servant!”

Devereaux nodded.

Got it.

This person is crazy!

Devereux said, nodding.

"Okay, just wait. I will unify Europe in the future and will never forget you. But your most important task now is to listen carefully and don't disturb me. Do you understand?"

You must not take yourself too seriously when talking to a psychopath.

You have to follow him.

Wells nodded extremely seriously after hearing this.

Then he looked through his textbook.

Start preparing for today’s content seriously.

Devereaux glanced sideways at this overly focused guy, twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh.

He raised his head and glanced around the classroom, and found that everyone he glanced at pretended to lower their heads and read. Some even picked up their quills and started writing quickly, for fear of looking into his eyes.

"Well, the learning atmosphere is much stronger than last week." Devereaux nodded silently in his mind.

However, he didn't know that what Wells had just said had spread among the students at an alarming speed.

"Devereaux is going to become the Sandaime Dark Lord!"

This news spread throughout the entire sixth year of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff like a speeding spell.

Everyone kept silent, fearing that the "future Dark Lord" would target them and use them to establish their authority.

He even started to be cautious when mentioning Devereux's name, and only dared to use vague pronouns instead.

Devereux, on the other hand, was unaware and was seriously waiting for the class to begin.

At this moment, he has unknowingly become a new generation of "You-Know-Who"!

At this time, the classroom door was pushed open.

A man walked in slowly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted.

"Black person?"

No, that's not right.

This man is not an ordinary black man, but has an extremely dark complexion, even a kind of "blackness" that transcends human cognition.

He walked into the classroom, wearing a retro and elegant British suit, which was completely different from the robes commonly worn by other professors.

The whole person exudes a strange aura, which is both elegant and also carries an indescribable sense of oppression.

What's even more strange is that he walked onto the podium so easily without any teaching aids in his hands.

Devereaux also looked at this supposedly new professor with curious eyes.

"Hello everyone,"

The "extremely dark" professor spoke, his voice low but extremely pleasant, with a natural appeal.

"I came from the United States to serve as a temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the invitation of Principal Dumbledore. I will only teach you for about a year, and then I will return to the United States."

He said, looking around the classroom, and added with a smile.

"My full name is Cam Mesferos. You can call me Professor Mesferos."

At this time, Devereux noticed that not only was the professor's skin color extremely weird, but the whites of the professor's eyes were almost non-existent, and the entire eyeballs were almost pitch black, as if staring into the abyss.

Just when the two looked at each other.

The professor paused.

He looked at Devereaux for a few seconds.

A smile appeared on his peculiarly attractive face.

He nodded to Devereux.

Devereaux didn't take it seriously.

Probably because I am a child.

That's why this guy did it.

But this man's spoken English is very British.

I can't hear any American accent.

Class begins next.

Then, Professor Mesphilos officially started the class.

“I looked at the previous professor’s syllabus.”

He chuckled, his tone a little teasing.

"Well, it is indeed quite thoughtful. But, to be honest, this kind of content is a bit outdated."

Mesferos said and smiled slightly.

The whole class was a little surprised.

They had gone to school for six years, and no one would say so about the previous professor's courses, even someone as weird as Quirrell.

Mesferos continued, calmly.

"Today's black magic has already developed a more complex and powerful system on this basis. If you still stay in this teaching plan from thirty years ago, I'm afraid you will be eliminated by the times."

Then, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and added.

"So, in the first class, I will show you what black magic looks like now."

After saying that, he walked down from the podium.

"Feel sorry,"

Mesphilos walked towards the student seats and nodded slightly, his posture extremely elegant.

"I personally am not used to using a wand to cast spells, so I don't bring it with me. Can any classmate lend me a wand?"

His eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and finally stopped on Wells next to Devereaux.

"This classmate,"

Mesferos said softly.

"Can I borrow your wand?"

Wells was stunned, nodded almost subconsciously, and handed over the wand.

Everyone was curious about what this very strange professor would show them.

At this time, the professor had come within three meters of Devereux.

Devero's heart moved

Then he clicked on the professor's panel.

I want to know more about this professor.

But the moment the panel appeared, his pupils suddenly shrank.

...

[Name: Cam Mesferos]

[Age: unknown]

[Spell Library: Unknown]

[Entry: Unknown]

(There will be another update this afternoon)