Chapter 93

boom!

The silver-skinned giant fell to the ground.

There was an extremely frightened expression on his face.

His chest was scorched black by the green light.

All flesh is gone.

Only the burnt black ribs were left.

Obviously, the silver scales that can deflect all magic spells are completely unable to withstand the unstoppable life-killing curse.

Dead silence.

No one in the entire auditorium spoke.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

Even Moody's one eye widened.

The young man's expression seemed to be even more serious than when he faced Quirrell just now.

They stared blankly at the silver-skinned giant that they couldn't defeat despite all their efforts...

They received a great shock.

despair! despair! despair! despair...

The clicking sound was particularly clear in the open space.

The blond boy rode his horse and approached slowly.

Until it stopped in front of Tonks.

She saw him staring down at her.

He asked softly.

Tonks froze.

Those brown eyes were as deep as pools.

Her heart skipped a beat.

His face turned red involuntarily.

He replied frantically.

"I...I'm fine..."

But she wasn't done yet.

The young man raised his hand inadvertently.

Push her aside.

He passed her without any nostalgia.

She walked briskly towards Professor McGonagall who was standing behind her.

She asked Professor McGonagall who was standing behind her kindly.

"Professor! Are you okay!? Oh my god, you were so worried about me just now!"

Devereaux immediately turned over and dismounted.

Circle around Professor McGonagall.

Make sure she doesn't get burned by the fire.

It seemed that the coldness and determination just now were just an illusion.

Mag replied in astonishment.

"Uh...I...I'm fine."

Tonks realized that this boy was not even as high as her ribs.

A real kid.

"Oh my God, what on earth was I thinking!"

Tonks took a deep breath.

His face was as red as a cooked shrimp.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself secretly.

I was so ashamed that I almost wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

But others present were not so calm.

Immediately they started talking in low voices.

"That's...that's Avada's Kedavra?"

A young Auror's voice was hoarse.

exclaimed in almost a whisper.

The older companion next to him had a complicated expression.

Looking at the young man in fear.

"I've never seen someone so young...use Avada Kedavra without hesitation."

Flitwick stared at the boy.

After a while, he shook his head and whispered.

"The Death Curse? It's definitely not just the Death Curse. This kid's courage... and determination can actually cast such a spell without any scruples... Where did he learn it from? There is absolutely no one in the school who can learn the Death Curse. A place of destiny!"

Looking from a distance, Devereaux was asking Professor McGonagall what happened.

Moody said to himself in a voice that no one else could hear.

"And he has blond hair and brown eyes...is he a Chinese-French mixed race? At this age, there is only one person who could be him."

Moody seemed to be remembering something.

Take a deep breath.

Walking towards Devereaux with an extremely serious look on his face.

"Professor, you listened to my information, and then contacted the... um... principals in the principal's office, confirmed that Quirrell was a dark wizard, and then caught him in the cafeteria. As a result, I gave him Veritaserum and he became like this?"

Devereaux asked in shock.

For him.

If Quirrell really contains such a large amount of energy.

Then he should be able to tell from the entries.

But that was when Devereaux last saw him.

The entry on Quirrell's body has not changed at all.

Otherwise he would definitely remind Professor McGonagall.

But it's probably too late to see it now.

He looked back at the silver-skinned giant lying motionless on the ground.

Devereux himself couldn't help but be surprised by the power of this death curse.

To be honest, he had thought that the Death Curse might not be rebounded by the silver-skinned giant's skin.

But I really didn't expect to kill him directly.

It can only be said that the level that no one can match is indeed valuable.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly grabbed Devereux's shoulders.

Look him hard in the eyes.

Said to Devereaux in an extremely serious and urgent manner.

"Devereaux, where did you learn the death curse?"

Devereux was confused.

He was tempted to just say that he learned it from Marcus.

But then I thought about it.

If the Aurors were to learn that Marcus had attempted to murder his classmates using the Death Curse.

Wouldn't that mean he would have to sit in Azkaban for the rest of his life?

Devereux blurted out in desperation.

"I...I learned it in Professor Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Obviously this is not an argument that people can easily accept.

Professor McGonagall was immediately stunned on the spot.

But look up.

His expression became more urgent.

Said in Devereux's ear in a very low voice.

"Okay... okay, Devereaux, I don't care where you learned this spell. Next, if they ask you, you just say... Quirrell said this spell can be put anywhere, do you understand? ?”

Devereux nodded blankly at this time.

At this time.

A rough voice sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Devereaux Alexander, right?"

Devereux looked back.

Suddenly he saw a face that Devereaux would remember for the rest of his life.

I saw a man with a face full of scars and a face that looked as if it had been cut with a knife or an ax standing in front of me.

Devereaux couldn't tell whether he was more frightened by this face or Snape's.

But when I saw the big and scary blue prosthetic eye on this man's face.

He confirmed it immediately.

This man is "Mad-Eye" Moody!

The best Auror in the original book!

Devereux also immediately understood Professor McGonagall's intention just now.

He was probably afraid that he would go to jail for using the Unforgivable Curse.

But Devereux is not afraid.

After all, he used it when apprehending criminals.

But let him see clearly.

If he doesn't come.

Everyone in the audience probably walked out of the auditorium.

So Devereux turned around calmly and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

Moody's good eye was fixed on him

Make eye contact with him.

The blue prosthetic eye was tumbling up and down.

He kept scanning Devereux's body.

When I think about it, this prosthetic eye can see through.

Devereux felt uncomfortable all over.

After sizing him up.

Moody spoke slowly.

"It's better to hear than to see, Mr. Alexander, Dumbledore has praised you to the sky, saying that you are an unparalleled magic wizard..."

Finally both of his eyes were directed towards Devereux's face.

"Just like your father."

Devereaux's lips curled up after hearing this.

"Although I am humble, I don't think this is bragging."

Moody seemed satisfied with this answer.

He grinned and chuckled.

Forehead.

to be honest.

Moody's face is really more sinister when he smiles than when he doesn't smile.

"Moody, if you have anything to ask my student, just ask him quickly. If not, I will take him to rest!"

Professor McGonagall said in a cold tone behind Devereaux.

Moody raised an eyebrow.

Spread your hands.

"Okay, I just have one question, Alexander, where did you learn the Death Curse?"

Devereaux answered truthfully.

"I learned it from Professor Quirrell's demonstration in Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning."

Moody's smile faltered.

His brows wrinkled visibly.

"You mean, Quirrell showed it in class and you learned it?"

Devereaux nodded.

added honestly.

"Yes, actually not only the Death Curse, I also learned the Soul Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse."

(Thank you all for your support yesterday. Actually, I am not full-time. I update every day between internships, so... ten updates or something, unless you kill me, I really can’t hold it in (╥_╥))