Chapter 56

"Is Voldemort trying to plant another spy at Hogwarts?"

Devereaux thought with an ugly expression.

His brows furrowed.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes.

these days.

He could often see Marcus wandering around the library.

Holding a stack of dark magic books in his hands.

He hurried towards Quirrell's office.

What made him even more uneasy was.

Marcus came back later in the evening than even Devereux who went out for a night out to explore the castle.

Every time I come back.

He always looked exhausted.

Pale.

There was obvious fatigue in his eyes.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Devereux scratched his head in confusion.

Fingers ran through soft golden hair.

Leaving a few messy traces.

He sighed.

After all, Marcus is one of Devereux's better friends in the Slytherin house.

I don't want him to be involved in the next magic war.

I don't even want him to be Voldemort's dog.

But for now.

I ran to the office this evening.

Alone with Quirrell.

And he came back exhausted.

Follow this trend.

Something is bound to go wrong!

Devereaux stood up.

Pacing back and forth.

Footsteps echoed in the silent room.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

on the one hand.

He fears for Marcus' safety.

I don’t want to see my friends in danger.

on the other hand.

He couldn't act rashly.

Because he still needs to load an important entry from Voldemort.

We can't arrest him so quickly.

"It's hard! Forget it. After learning the three unforgivable curses next week, just hand him over. You can't ignore your friend's life!"

Devereaux gritted his teeth.

Make up your mind.

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson next week.

Just go to Dumbledore and report Quirrell.

Then wait for an opportunity to arrest.

As for the red entry on Voldemort.

Devereux had no choice but to part ways.

"Okay, that's the plan, let me think about anything else... Oh, that's right!"

Devero wrote a line of small words at the bottom of the parchment.

"Exploration of the microscopic world, tracing the origin of transformation, and Lovegood's reply."

Devereaux looked at that last word.

Frowning.

during this week.

Devereaux had long been the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler.

That is, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, wrote the letter.

The school owl is used.

But almost a week has passed.

Didn't see a reply.

"I'll go to the tower later to see if the owl forgot to bring me the letter. I feel like the owls in these schools don't like me very much, and I don't know why."

He raised his hand.

Gently caress the healed wounds.

A wry smile appeared on his face.

The last time Devereux went to deliver a letter.

Several owls teamed up and pecked him crazily.

It also left several bloody marks on his hands.

Otherwise they are all property of the school.

Devereaux had already captured them all.

Pluck the hair and throw it into a pot to stew.

"As for the research on microstructure, if we copy Professor McGonagall's [Transformed Monster] entry next week and then upgrade it to a red entry, we will probably make great progress."

Think about this.

The corners of Devereux's mouth curled up slightly.

There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

He had kept an entry upgrade card useless before.

Just waiting for the copy time of this golden entry to load and cool down.

Arrive next Monday.

Then he can copy another golden entry.

Devereaux turned back to his desk.

Sit down again.

Pick up the quill.

Added a few lines of words on the parchment:

"Go to the Owl Tower tomorrow to check the status of the letters to make sure Mr. Lovegood's reply has not been missed. Also, check the status of the owl to see if there is anything that needs special care."

"Then there is the issue of tracing the origin of transformation. I read some yesterday and found it quite difficult. Now that we have the [King of Exams], let's try it and see the effect of this entry."

Devereaux turned sideways.

Drawing the wand from his belt.

Knock Al on the head by the fireplace.

Then Devereaux stuck his hand inside.

With great effort, he pulled out a large, heavy book.

"How to trace the origin of a deformed object".

Devereaux placed the book on the table.

Use the back of your hand to gently brush away dust and unidentified stains from the cover.

His fingers ran along the spine of the book.

Feel the texture of the leather and the traces of time.

The pages are slightly yellowed.

Some edge wear.

But the overall preservation is relatively good.

He took a deep breath.

Then slowly open the pages of the book.

He sat on the high stool and continued reading.

——

"Go away! Go away! Don't make me do it!"

After reading for almost an afternoon.

Left the Room of Requirement.

We arrived at the Owlery in the tower.

At this moment, he was waving his wand and shouting at a pair of owls that were flying towards him.

"Damn it! Why didn't I learn a spell to repel birds?"

Devereux's arm had been pecked out seven or eight bloody wounds.

I don’t know why the owls this time.

Seems to be more hostile to Devereux.

Although very angry.

Devereux finally exited the Owlery quickly.

Breathing heavily.

Holding on to the outside wall of the shed.

Devereux was able to catch his breath now.

"No, what did I owe you in my previous life? You were so cruel to me!"

Devereux looked at his arms that were now dripping with blood and felt like crying.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey's [Exquisite Medical Skills] entry had been loaded before.

You can treat yourself first.

Devereaux waved his wand.

Most of the injuries on his arms healed immediately.

But it still leaves some traces.

You have to rely on some scar-removing medicine to deal with it.

After fixing the injury on the arm.

Devereaux glared angrily at the Owlery.

It's not impossible to break through forcefully.

But Devereaux will still point to them to send him letters in the future.

After all, I don’t have an owl.

Cast an iron armor spell and peck off their beaks when the time comes.

Wouldn’t that make me hate myself even more?

Just when Devereaux was at his wits end.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

"Devereux, why are you here?"

Devereaux turned his head sharply.

Suddenly he beamed with joy.

That's right!

This person is the savior of the magic world!

Harry Potter!

Harry was alone now.

He was holding what looked like a bread box in his hand.

He looked at Devereux in surprise.

"Oh! Harry, you saved my life by coming here."

Devereux immediately stepped forward and put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

Showed Harry his arm.

"I just came to see if my letter had arrived, but for some reason, the owls in this shack went crazy when they saw me. They pecked me several times on my arms."

Harry looked at the still blood on Devereux's arm.

He suddenly showed a surprised expression.

Apparently he didn't expect these owls to be so wild.

then.

Devereux patted Harry on the shoulder.

Talk to him with a smile.

"So Harry, can you do me a favor and help me look for an owl named Vega inside, which is the one who delivered the letter for me."

"What's the matter? No problem. As long as Hedwig is here, those owls won't do anything to me. Just wait a moment."

Harry grinned.

I agreed without hesitation.

He took the bread box and walked in.

Devereaux breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave Harry a thumbs up at his back.

He is worthy of being a savior.

Just helpful.

So Devereux stood waiting for Harry outside the shed.

He probably came here to improve Hedwig's food today.

That's why I took a box of bread.

But Devereux reckons.

Hedwig probably couldn't eat more than a few bites.

The bread will be snatched up by other owls.

After a while.

Devereux heard Harry start calling Vega's name in the shed.

But unexpectedly.

"Devereux!"

Harry suddenly let out a loud scream.

Fur! Fur! ! Fur! ! !

In an instant, countless owls rushed out of the shed.

It flew into the distance as if fleeing for its life.

"Harry! What's wrong?!"

Devereux reacted instantly.

Something happened inside!

A dodge.

Devereaux didn't care if he got pecked by the remaining owl.

He rushed directly into the shack.

Fortunately, there was not a single owl left in the shed at this time.

Look up.

Harry knelt down in a corner of the shed.

It doesn't look like anything serious.

Devereaux breathed a sigh of relief.

Step forward quickly.

Take a closer look.

There was a feather scattered in front of Harry.

A lifeless owl.

Devereaux could tell at a glance that it was Vega, the owl that had delivered letters for him before!

Harry heard movement.

He looked back at Devero who rushed in.

At this time, his face was pale and his lips were trembling.

"Devereaux...Vega it...is dead!"

"I was killed by magic just now!!"