Chapter 63

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Slytherin common room.

It's too early now.

Except for some masters who are preparing for O.W.L. or N.E.W.T.

Do some morning reading in the lounge or something.

Basically no other wizards got up.

call!

Devereaux walked out of the bathroom in high spirits.

He shook his refreshing blond hair.

Yesterday I practiced meditation until midnight.

But it didn’t affect my spirit the next day at all.

On the contrary, I feel better!

He looked at the scroll kings in the lounge.

Devereaux's mouth twitched slightly.

He woke up at half past six and felt it was already very early.

No one could guess when these people got up.

Sure enough, no matter where you go.

There are people who study hard.

"Okay, it's a new day! Get ready for class!"

Go through the common room.

Devereaux looked at the refresh prompt of the golden entry that appeared on his panel.

A silly smile like Brother Pig appeared on his face unconsciously.

Come to the door of the lounge.

This is a wall.

It looks very flat.

Devereux should be the first person out today.

Because the door to the Slytherin common room is a wall.

If someone has ever been out of it on a new day.

The walls couldn't be that flat.

There has to be a bump or something.

This is what Devereaux concluded after spending a week here.

Tap the bricks on the wall lightly.

Just like Diagon Alley.

The wall immediately began to twist and deform.

A passage appeared for one person to enter and exit.

Devereaux walked out.

But on the way out.

Suddenly I tripped over something.

Look down.

There was actually a person lying at the door!

Devereaux took a closer look.

It’s Marcus!

There were obvious dark circles under his eyes.

His face looked much paler than usual.

There is also a strange smell on the body.

It smells like garlic mixed with some kind of herb.

Devereaux quickly tried to shake him awake.

But no matter how hard Devereaux shook him.

He just won't wake up.

Devero put his hand under his nose with some fear.

Feeling the heat, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you're not dead, then...are you asleep?"

Devereaux frowned.

Then he took out the wand from his waist.

Pointing to Marcus’ eyebrows.

"Resuscitate quickly!"

drink!

"Holy shit!"

The tip of the wand flickered.

Marcus' eyes flew open.

He sat up instantly.

Devereux was shocked.

He looked in very bad shape.

There is a dark mark on the chest.

His clothes were obviously soaked with cold sweat.

My heart was beating wildly.

Even Devereaux could faintly hear it.

Breathing is rapid and short.

He looked around uneasily.

"Devereaux? Is that you? Where am I?"

Devereaux quickly stepped forward and patted Marcus on the back.

Help him calm down.

"We are at the entrance to the lounge, why did you fall asleep here?"

Hear Devereux's words.

Marcus held half of his face in his hands.

murmured.

"The lounge...the door...Oh, by the way, I remembered, haha, I'm so tired."

Talking and talking.

Marcus laughed.

He turned around weakly but said jokingly.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, yesterday I helped Professor Quirrell prepare the lesson plan for the new semester, and ended up working on it until three in the morning. Haha, Professor Quirrell is such a good professor. He has worked with me for so long."

Marcus smiled and tried to stand up.

But for some reason his limbs seemed to have no strength.

It was difficult to even lift his body off the ground.

With help from Devereux.

Finally Marcus stood up.

He put his arm around Devereux's shoulders.

Even though Devereaux is only as tall as his ribs.

"Haha, thank you so much, Devereux. Fortunately, you discovered me. Otherwise, I would have been laughed at by those in the college for a while. Okay, Professor Quirrell asked me for a day off. I need to catch up on my sleep.”

After speaking, he smiled and patted Devereaux on the shoulder.

Devereaux nodded.

Help Marcus into the lounge.

"Everyone was in the auditorium yesterday, but I didn't see you. I was still wondering what happened to you."

"Haha, what can happen? Professor Quirrell and I have been sorting out lesson plans in the office. We haven't even left the door for the whole day!"

Marcus turned and pushed away Devero's hand that was holding him.

smiled.

"I'll do it myself. I'm not drunk. Don't worry."

Devereaux nodded at him.

"be safe."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the lounge.

As the stone walls reassembled.

Devereaux frowned gradually.

"I met Quirrell at the Owlery yesterday. What do you mean you haven't been out all day? And..."

Devereux's nose twitched.

His sense of smell was enhanced by the [Potion Spirit Body].

He can identify the nature of almost all herbs through his nose.

"Hedyotis?"

——

It has to be said.

Breakfast at Hogwarts must be eaten before eight o'clock.

Devereux was holding a large bowl of milk oatmeal and drinking it.

This thing is very similar to the soy milk porridge he ate when he was a child.

Smooth taste.

It has a milky smell.

As for why you should come to eat before eight o'clock.

It's because eight o'clock is the time when the owl delivers packages to the little wizards.

Oh my god!

That scene was real.

These owls are considered civilized if they don't use the toilet in this porridge bowl.

Ever since Devereaux fished an owl's tail feather out of his porridge.

He never entered the cafeteria after eight o'clock again.

But.

After yesterday's incident.

All owls entering and exiting the campus must pass through a special device.

It seems that Dumbledore specially invited a goblin to set it up.

Said it was all owls.

As long as it's malicious in heart.

None can enter the campus.

I don't know if it has any effect.

After eating and drinking enough.

Devereux raised his hand.

It's not yet half past seven.

Stretched.

Devereaux walked towards the classroom where the first class was held today.

It was the Transfiguration class he had been dreaming about!

Arrived at the classroom.

There was no one around at this time.

Devereux casually found a place to sit down.

Start to regulate your breathing.

While practicing meditation.

While waiting for class time.

I practiced in Devero for more than twenty minutes.

Just then.

Someone walked into the classroom.

Devereux slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately very surprised.

"Good morning Devereux, you were so brave yesterday."

The boy with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was smiling at him.

Harry Potter!

"Harry! Why did you come to class? Are you in good condition now?"

Devereaux stepped forward quickly.

asked with concern.

"It's okay, nothing happened to me. I slept in the hospital for almost a whole day. So when I woke up, I came here. Oh, I don't know why I passed out as soon as I entered the shack. Oh, it’s so embarrassing. Fortunately, no one cares about me now.”

Harry said and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Smiling awkwardly.

Devereux knew it just by looking at his reaction.

The other party has no memory of entering the shed.

Think back to what Dumbledore said yesterday when Devereux asked.

"I hope you can understand what I did to you. For some past events, forgetting may be a deeper wisdom."

"As for what you forgot, I'm sorry, I can't tell you yet."