Chapter 62

Devereaux returned to the auditorium.

"Is everything... okay?"

Outside the school hospital.

The place where Devereaux and Dumbledore were talking just now.

Snape was now standing behind the chair where Devereaux was sitting.

Dumbledore is still sitting here.

"Well, both kids are fine."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"I thought it was safe here, Dumbledore."

Snape almost said this through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I thought so too."

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and said sadly.

call!

Snape let out a sharp breath.

It seemed like he was calming down his mood.

Not looking at Dumbledore.

"So, did you tell him about the prophecy?"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"But, I think he might be able to guess something."

"So I think the plan may have to be moved forward."

Snape turned around sharply when he heard this.

Staring at Dumbledore.

"Albus Dumbledore! The gang of madmen you brought out killed Lee and Aurora, and now you want to let their son die?"

But Dumbledore was unmoved.

Still looking at Snape calmly.

"Severus, only you can do this, only you know enough, and only you have a real connection with him that flows through your body."

...

"Devereaux, from the look of you, you should already know something, right?"

In Professor McGonagall's office.

The two sat at opposite ends of the desk.

At this time, Devereaux was holding a cup of hot tea.

"Yes, Professor, the principal told me everything about our family, including the Priory of Tindalos and the enmity between my parents and them."

Devereaux took a sip of tea.

With the influx of warmth.

My mental state has improved a bit.

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly when she heard Devereaux's words.

"Well, I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would be exposed to such heavy things at such a young age. But judging from your performance since you entered school, you are far more mature than your peers."

Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face as she spoke.

"Back then, your mother told me several times that she wanted to be a student at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, she still went to Beauxbatons at first. You and her are really similar, especially the blond hair."

Then Mag brought up several interesting things about when he first met Devereux's mother.

in her memories.

Devereaux's mother was a dynamic person who liked to do things outside the box.

Do not accept arrangements from Muggle families.

Follow the notes of your ancestors.

Traveling around Europe.

Inherited Alphonse's alchemy technology and ritual magic system.

She is a very powerful witch.

And therefore.

Did a lot of crazy things.

Stealing the treasures of the Priory of Tindalos was also one of them.

Devereux listened with great interest.

About the deeds of this mother I have never met.

It's indeed quite interesting.

At the same time, I also feel that Professor McGonagall has become much more approachable.

You could tell she really admired Devereaux's mother.

It seems like he is really the elder in the family.

Tell left-behind children about their parents’ deeds.

Devereaux's entire mental state has obviously sobered up from the initial trance where he just learned about his life experience.

Professor McGonagall also noticed his improvement.

"I'm telling you this to help you relax a little."

Mag sighed slightly.

Look sincerely at the boy in front of you.

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Devereaux, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have been angry at you and accused you of writing this letter. In fact, you didn't know anything. This is all our fault."

Devereaux was surprised to hear Professor McGonagall's sudden apology.

At the same time, he was also very surprised that Professor McGonagall actually called him by his first name, Devereux.

Instead of Alexander.

He quickly put down the teacup in his hand.

He stood up and walked to Professor McGonagall.

The palm of his hand gently placed on her shoulder.

"Professor, please don't say that. I just went my own way and ignored your warning."

Professor McGonagall opened her arms.

Hug Devereaux tightly in his arms.

The sound was almost inaudible.

"Oh, my child, I almost hurt you, it was so terrible..."

Her words were full of remorse and pain.

The arms holding Devereaux were also shaking slightly.

to this end.

Devero's heart couldn't help but move.

He never thought about a thing.

Or after he came to this magical world.

The colorful world made him overlook a lot.

It's about whether there are people in this world who really care about him.

Snape has always been a shady boss.

Always trying to find ways to exploit him.

Devereaux was more afraid of him.

And other students in school.

Most of them got close to Devereaux because of his outstanding performance.

Hermione seemed to be crying out of worry.

But is that worrying him?

Or is it because of Harry?

Are they really a friendship?

Devereux didn't know.

But now.

A teacher who is not related by blood.

But she cared about his safety with such sincere emotion.

Worried about what happened to him.

This made Devereux feel unprecedented warmth.

He had been anxious before.

Very eager to become stronger.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to take risks many times.

Go to Knockturn Alley and take the not-so-perfect Polyjuice Potion.

Go to the Room of Requirement to find Ravenclaw's diadem.

All because he was very anxious.

He desperately wants to change the status quo.

All in all.

Just because he's afraid.

An instinctive fear as a time traveler.

He is the rootless root of this world.

He has a secret that he cannot tell anyone.

He never opened up to anyone.

All worries and fears can only be endured alone.

And now.

Right now.

Devereaux felt something he had never felt before - a sense of belonging.

It is the warmth of being understood and accepted.

Tears quietly came to my eyes.

But he tried not to let them fall.

He raised his short arms.

Hugging Professor McGonagall tightly back.

As if to convey inner gratitude and peace of mind through this hug.

——

Night falls.

The wind outside the castle was a bit chilly.

But there was silence inside the house.

Devi Luo sat cross-legged on the soft bed.

Exhaustion was written on his face.

Now most of the dungeon is under his perception.

Today's experience was like a heavy stone weighing on his heart. ,

It drove him to continue practicing.

Become stronger as soon as possible.

As a young man with a special status—almost like a destined savior.

Devereux hates it now!

He thought it was most likely because he was mean at the time.

The entry [Savior] is loaded.

He had given himself an old enemy who wanted to kill him.

certainly.

What has happened will not change.

It is estimated that the confrontation between the two parties is destined.

But Devereux guessed it wouldn't be to the level of salvation.

But with the blessing of such an entry.

Forehead.

The opponent's strength is probably also strengthened somehow.

After all, it must be at the level of Voldemort.

Fortunately, the golden entry loading time will be updated again tomorrow.

And according to the established plan.

Next week he will also learn the three unforgivable curses from Professor Quirrell.

Probably in a week.

His strength will rise to a new level again.

However.

Devereux knows.

Relying on the knowledge in books and the power of mantras alone is not enough.

In addition to the study of Transfiguration, Potions, and Spells.

He also needs to become stronger in other areas.

outside the window.

The moon has risen in the sky.

Silvery white light fell on Devero's face.

It adds a bit of tranquility and determination.

Thinking of Professor McGonagall's hug today.

His hands clenched involuntarily.

Devereux swore secretly in his heart.

Before the end of this year.

Extend your perception to the entire castle.

And over the next three years.

He hopes this capability can reach the entire Hogwarts school.

Until then.

Whether it's magic or spiritual power.

He was confident that he could compete with the legendary dark wizard Voldemort.

Even surpass the other party!

And in the castle that Devereaux couldn't sense.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Center of the room.

A stone platform as dark as ink lay quietly.

on it.

Marcus was shirtless.

The body was covered in a black mud mixed with unknown herbs.

Draw puzzling patterns.

These patterns are particularly dense on the left breast.

Like the mark of some ancient spell.

Under the stone platform.

Carved with circles of strange runes.

Just watching.

It makes people feel like their hair stands on end.

Both ends of the stone platform.

Two candles, emitting green light, burned quietly.

Quirrell turned his back on it all.

Stand in front of an ancient mirror.

His figure looked particularly distorted in the mirror.

His face was as pale as paper.

His eyes were full of fear.

Right now.

A low and hoarse voice came from the back of his head.

Like a whisper from hell.

"Tindaros? Hahahaha, they are just a bunch of clowns who are afraid of death but dare not cross the taboo. Do they believe that people can be resurrected after death? How stupid!"

"The true pursuit,"

The voice continued, and every word was like an ice needle piercing the heart.

"It should be immortal!"