Chapter 87

"When I hand you over to Professor McGonagall and the others, Madam Pomfrey will definitely help you cure it."

Devereaux walked slowly toward the dying Marcus.

He was currently playing with Marcus' new wand in his hand.

"Eleven point eight inches, wisteria wood, phoenix tail feathers..."

Devero muttered to himself.

While looking at it carefully.

"Yes, not bad. Mr. Ollivander's works are indeed first-rate."

Devero is a [natural staff maker].

Naturally, one can accurately judge the hand of a wand.

"But, since it was bought by a Death Eater, it's better to get rid of it."

Devereaux's eyes narrowed.

A fierce fire suddenly ignited in the palm of his hand.

The green flame instantly covered the entire wand.

The blazing flames twisted like poisonous snakes.

It makes a fine hissing sound.

Devereaux could even vaguely "hear" the wand whining miserably.

It seems to be resisting the power of destruction.

But he showed no mercy.

He's not Ollivander.

Will offer up the wand.

Remember Snape's lesson.

Devereaux never let down his guard against any possibility of counterattack.

He would never give Marcus another chance to cast spells without a wand.

He raised his wrist.

He threw the charred wand into the pool as deep as a black lake in the bathroom.

Li Huo burst out with a terrifying green light in the water.

Disappeared without a trace.

Devereux retracted his hand calmly.

Staring coldly at the broken Marcus.

Like a wild beast at the end of its hunt.

It approaches its prey with a sense of pressure.

"Huh...huh...you, don't even try to get any information about the master from me!"

Marcus gasped weakly.

Breathing in and out.

But there was still a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

Staring fiercely at Devereux.

Devereaux smiled scornfully.

"Oh? You still have such a tough mouth. It's okay. I'll hand you over to Professor Snape later. I believe you will be honest."

He clearly remembered that there was a large bottle of Veritaserum in Snape's storage room.

In the original work, even a top tough guy like Barty Crouch Jr. had to say everything without missing a word.

Just then.

Marcus suddenly tremblingly raised his only left hand that could still move.

Showed a bleak smile.

"Yeah?"

His voice was low and hoarse.

But it showed determination.

Devereaux's pupils shrank sharply.

As soon as you raise your wand, you have to cast a spell to stop it.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Before Devero could recite the counter-curse.

Marcus' index finger was pressed hard against his temple.

A sharp turn.

moment.

His eyes became vacant and lifeless.

It was as if the whole person's will had been completely drained by a force.

Only a dull body remains.

"Depend on!"

Devereux swore angrily.

Still a step too slow!

He really couldn't believe that someone would dare to cast the Forgetting Curse on him without a staff.

This spell has very precise operational requirements.

If you are not careful, you may turn yourself into an idiot who knows nothing.

Just like Lockhart.

Devereaux immediately stepped forward and put his wand to Marcus' temple.

"Legilimency!"

He frantically tried to search Marcus' latest memory.

I want to try to find out if there are any clues about Voldemort.

However.

What appeared before his eyes was a pale void.

Only some fragmentary images vaguely floated by - a mirror, a door, and a tail feather of an unknown creature.

Vague and fragmented.

There is no coherence at all.

"Damn it, are you crazy?"

Devereux viciously hit Marcus on the head with his wand.

However, Marcus was now like an empty shell without a soul.

No response.

It's as if all perception has been taken away.

Devereaux looked at him in a daze.

My heart is full of annoyance and unwillingness.

But nothing can be done.

I could only sigh helplessly.

Shaked his head.

"Forget it, we have captured it anyway...give it to Dumbledore first. Maybe he can restore his memory."

He crouched down.

Aiming the wand at Marcus' chest.

He softly recited the healing spell and prepared to treat his wounds first.

Then leave it to Madam Pomfrey to mix the potion.

Completely cure this stubborn enemy.

Just then.

Devereaux's eyes accidentally glanced deep into Marcus's chest.

There was a dark thing beating slowly.

His heart tightened suddenly.

Take a closer look.

Suddenly, it was discovered that it was a black heart.

It was pulsing strangely.

Devereaux was shocked.

Immediately flip through the entries in your mind about Marcus.

...

[Name: Marcus Flint]

[Age: 15 years old]

[Spell library: Death Curse·Curse (skilled), Fiery Snake Curse (skilled),...]

[Entry: Beloved of Incomplete Desire (Purple), Damage Repairer (Purple), Magical Potential (Blue)]

...

[The Beloved of Incomplete Desire (Purple): Devoured and distorted by desire, but also selected by desire. Both body and mind have been transformed by the torrent of desire, and are given powerful but extremely costly power. You must be loyal. , otherwise you will give your life. 】

[Damage Repairer (Purple): You have a talent beyond ordinary people in magic damage repair. If you practice diligently, you will have a chance to become an excellent magic repair physician in the future. ]

...

"Desire? Favored? What is this?"

Deverot frowned.

This is another new term.

But Deverot has seen the word "incomplete" on a person before.

Or on several people or things.

That is Voldemort's [Dark Lord] entry!

Deverot nodded slightly when he thought of this.

When he checked this entry before.

It is true that Voldemort has a strong charm.

At the same time, he will have countless followers.

"Is this how his followers come from? Is it his followers?"

Deverot was shocked when he thought of this.

In his impression.

All followers can only be obtained by gods.

Is Voldemort's standard so high?

Then he saw Marcus's [Damage Repairer] entry.

Deverot fell into silence.

He couldn't help but feel some complicated emotions in his heart.

Finally, he sighed.

He patted Marcus on the shoulder.

Then he loaded the entry.

[Ding! ]

[Loading the copy entry: Damage Repairer (Purple)...]

[Copying completed! ]

Suddenly, Deveraux felt that his understanding of the damage repair spells loaded from Madam Pomfrey had become more profound.

"If you can't complete this task in the future, I'll do it for you."

After Deveraux finished speaking.

He waved his wand to treat all the wounds on Marcus' body.

As for the matter of the black heart.

Deveraux planned to tell Dumbledore later.

Let them deal with it.

At this moment.

Deveraux suddenly felt a strange sense of urgency.

He looked at the end of the corridor.

His eyes condensed.

"Strange, why haven't Professor McGonagall and the others come yet?"

There were faint explosions in his ears.

He suddenly became alert.

His brows were furrowed.

"Something is wrong!"

(Sorry everyone, I updated too late today. I'm really sorry. I'm busy with a course paper today. There are really too many things to do during the graduation season (╥_╥). The third chapter will definitely be out tonight. Don't worry, starting tomorrow, I will return to the normal update time!)