Chapter 146

"Toilet?"

Deverot's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes stayed on Dumbledore's face for a moment.

He suddenly realized that the headmaster seemed to have regarded the Room of Requirement as Hogwarts' private luxury toilet...

Although the idea sounds outrageous, it is not wrong to think about it carefully.

After all, Deverot himself has been to the "toilet version" of the Room of Requirement, and the comfort level is really hard to fault.

The faucets are all made of gold, the mirror is as smooth as crystal, the aroma magic lingers in the warm air, and there are even seats with magic massage function.

Compared with the prefect's bathroom, this place is comparable, or even slightly better.

Deverot nodded silently, thinking.

In this way, this place is really qualified to be the "top toilet" of Hogwarts.

After all, the prefect's bathroom has been taken by himself...

But this is not the point!

Deverot suddenly came back to his senses, and his expression became extremely serious.

He calmed down, looked at Dumbledore, and said in a firm tone:

"Professor, I have something to tell you! There is a plaster statue in our school. It is controlled by Voldemort's soul fragments and may pose a threat to students!"

His words were loud and clear, thinking that this matter could not be delayed. Even if there was only a little bit of Voldemort's soul fragments left, it would be dangerous enough!

However, Dumbledore only raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression was not as shocked as expected. He even quickly regained his composure.

"Plaster statue? Oh, it seems that you have met Professor Ravenclaw."

"Professor Ravenclaw?!"

Deverot's eyes instantly rang like bells.

In his mind, he frantically replayed the scene when he saw the plaster statue just now, and even couldn't help but recall the green light he cast with his own hands.

"Professor Ravenclaw?!"

At that time, he checked the other party's panel and it clearly said Tom Riddle! !

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"That's right. Here's what happened: for some reason we don't fully understand yet, one of the founders of the school has 'reappeared' in a special way. Her condition is not completely stable at the moment, but if all goes well, I plan to invite her to teach the ancient runes course in the next school year. I believe this will be a very interesting teaching experience."

Deveraux was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and could only stare at Dumbledore with his mouth open.

Seeing him dumbfounded, Dumbledore smiled slightly and continued to add:

"As for the soul fragment of Voldemort you mentioned, it is indeed related to the 'resurrection' of Professor Ravenclaw. It can be understood that this resurrection inherited a part of Voldemort's soul fragment, but it is by no means the complete Tom Riddle."

Deveraux listened to this information and tried to piece things together into a complete picture.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his tone full of disbelief.

"Professor, you mean that you knew that there was a fragment of Voldemort's soul in the Ravenclaw's diadem? Then the diadem inexplicably 'came alive' and found you directly and recognized you? So, you decided to ask it to be a teacher at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly, but still did not forget to correct some details.

"Basically correct, but some places are not completely correct. At the beginning, I didn't know that the Ravenclaw's diadem was hidden in Hogwarts, let alone that it carried a fragment of Voldemort's soul. And the reason why Professor Ravenclaw appeared here was not because I 'met by chance', but she took the initiative to go to the principal's office and told me the whole story."

Deverot frowned deeper, and a greater wave of doubts rose in his mind.

"She took the initiative to find you?"

Dumbledore nodded, his tone as calm as if he was talking about dinner tonight.

"Yes, after all, Professor Ravenclaw was once the headmaster of Hogwarts, and she knows everything about this school."

Deverot was speechless for a moment and could only swallow the shock.

Just as he was digesting this information, Dumbledore added meaningfully.

"Professor Ravenclaw is an excellent teacher, Deverot. I suggest you ask her for advice in the future, and I believe she will be happy to teach you."

After that, Dumbledore patted Deverot's shoulder gently, then turned and walked to the other end of the corridor, his steps leisurely.

Looking at the headmaster's back, Deverot felt mixed emotions, and only one thought was spinning in his mind.

"Is he really going to the toilet?"

What happened today has made Deverot's brain explode.

Ravenclaw is resurrected? !

This news is almost impossible for him to digest.

The words that the "plaster statue" Ravenclaw had said to him before were constantly replaying in his mind:

"Your perception can give life to things that should have died."

This sentence was like thunder, and it made Devereux's back suddenly feel cold.

Perception can bring things back to life? !

He began to recall the things he had explored with his perception: for example, the crown of Ravenclaw.

Indeed, that thing suddenly changed after he "observed" it!

Hiss!

Cold sweat slid down his neck.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down and comforted himself in his heart.

The resurrected things don't seem to have much impact on the world at present.

Aren't those small things like books and materials that he had checked with his perception lying there peacefully?

But the question is, what other "dangerous" things has he used his perception to detect?

His thoughts were spinning rapidly, and finally, he recalled one thing - the body of the owl "Vega".

And it turns out that he was indeed attacked by the resurrected Vega not long ago!

It seems that Ravenclaw's words are correct.

He took a long breath, trying to calm down, and at the same time warned himself: Never use your sensory abilities indiscriminately again in the future!

At this moment, Devereaux even felt a sense of absurdity.

Could it be that I am some kind of indescribable existence?

Everything he has "seen" will be given life, even if it is dead.

This is simply too outrageous to believe!

After all, if it's your own ability, why isn't it reflected in the entries? ?

This does not conform to the logic of the system!

"Forget it, let's not think about it for now."

He whispered to himself, temporarily suppressing the confusion in his mind.

Since the plan to destroy the Horcrux is temporarily out of the question, it would be better to go back to the workshop and take a look at the newly crafted props.

At least, this thing can give him a little peace of mind.

With this in mind, he turned around and returned to the alchemy workshop in the Room of Requirement, preparing to collect his results.

"By the way, Devereaux, remember to prepare well. Tomorrow's duel will be a big event."

Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind Devereaux again.

He shook his wet hands.

After exhorting Devereaux, he turned and walked downstairs.

Devereaux didn't take the principal's words to heart.

After all, he has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Besides, no matter how big the scene is, how big can it be?

So Devereux continued walking toward the Room of Requirement.

After he left, a tall figure quietly appeared at the door of the Room of Requirement.

Dumbledore stood outside the door, staring deeply at the inconspicuous wooden door, looking through his half-moon glasses with a vaguely complicated expression.

"Ravenclaw... Tom... what exactly do you want?"

——

Saturday morning.

Hogwarts.

At this time, the auditorium was already bustling with activity.

Hundreds of wizards were entering one after another. Some walked into the long table leisurely, while others flew in from the high windows on broomsticks——

"This scene..."

Devereux was dumbfounded, and secretly exclaimed, "Bigger?"

I have never seen such a big scene, okay? !

Did this bring in all the wizards in London?

The entire auditorium seemed to be boiling. Robes and flags of various colors were intertwined in the venue. The atmosphere was tense and warm.

At this time, Devereux was being complimented by a fat wizard beside the ring.

"Hahaha, Devereux, I dare say that I have been working in this school for nearly half a century, and I have never met a student as outstanding as you. I am really looking forward to your performance! I heard that Snape is not only I’ll teach you the power of potions, and your dueling skills will be pretty good too!”

The corners of Devereaux's mouth twitched and he clicked on the other party's panel.

...

[Name: Horace Slughorn]

[Age: 62 years old]

[Spell Library:...]

[Entry library: social butterfly (purple), potion talent (purple), magic talent (purple), the art of recognizing people (purple), snobbishness (blue)]