Chapter 96

"Well, surprisingly good."

There was a hint of lazy amusement in Cam's deep voice.

The white smoke slowly rising from his nostrils and between his ears made him look like a precision machine running.

Thick fog surrounded the fish plate in front of him.

The blue light and shadow swayed slightly with breathing.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye than the 'creative cuisine' I had in New England."

"This is their restaurant's signature dish, abyssal sea salt eel. They are the only one in the world that can make it like this."

Dumbledore took a sip of his pre-dinner wine.

He looked at the "old friend" opposite him with a smile.

The latter elegantly cuts off a small piece of fish with a table knife.

Slowly put it into your mouth.

His movements were as natural as a veteran who had been in such situations all year round.

"I didn't expect you would invite me to be a teacher."

Cam spoke slowly.

There was a playful smile in his voice.

Dumbledore heard this.

The hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.

The corner of his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

"If you don't study black magic deeply, then I'm afraid there will be no more black magic in the world."

His tone was so sincere that there was no hint of flattery.

Cam stared at him for a moment.

Then he chuckled.

Apparently he didn't take this as a compliment.

He slowly put down his silver knife and fork.

Lean forward slightly.

His eyes seemed like bottomless abyss.

Look straight at Dumbledore.

"Albus, you know, I have a lot of things to do in the United States. He is about to wake up and the sacrifice ceremony must be held smoothly. Maybe I won't be able to agree to your invitation."

Dumbledore met his gaze calmly.

He sipped his wine calmly.

"What if I could give you so much that you had to accept it?"

Cam raised his lips.

Showing a half-smiling expression.

"Oh? Albus, you know, I'm not interested in anything on your side. I..."

he said.

Lean forward slightly.

The voice was lowered a bit.

It swam like a snake into Dumbledore's ear.

"In my eyes, you are the only one."

Their eyes met.

The restaurant seemed to suddenly become quiet.

The light of the crystal chandelier enveloped them.

The air froze for a moment.

It was finally broken by Cam's chuckle.

He straightened up.

Lean back in your chair.

He picked up the napkin and wiped his hands.

"Thank you for your kindness, Albus,"

He said and stood up.

Wear your coat with style.

Go to the door and pick up the top hat.

The tone seemed to be announcing his departure.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but unfortunately, I have to leave first."

Just take a step.

There was an imperceptible whisper from behind.

"I promise you."

Cam's movements stopped momentarily.

He turned back slowly.

The smile gradually bloomed on his face.

Showing a row of white teeth.

"Albus, you really are irresistible to me."

——

"Professor, how is this possible? I think the suspension of classes is correct, but why can't even the Quidditch pitch be used?"

"I've told you many times Wood, we have to wait until the Aurors finish their work, and I believe one or two less trainings will not prevent Gryffindor from winning the Quidditch Cup. After all, other colleges are not training either."

"That's why Professor, we want to take advantage of the fact that other colleges are not training..."

....

Devereaux sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"This Wood is indeed a Quidditch fanatic. He will play the game even if his life is at stake."

At this time, he was practicing meditation.

Three days have passed.

I was only supposed to stay for one day.

But Madam Pomfrey insisted on arranging a soul test for him.

Requesting equipment.

So they forced him to stay in the hospital for three days.

During this time he lay in the hospital bored.

The school doctor's office is like a golden bell.

Keep him trapped.

Madam Pomfrey stared at him extremely closely.

He even tried to use transfiguration to conjure up a textbook.

They will all be stopped mercilessly by her.

"Alexander, just stay in my infirmary and stop doing all those fancy things."

These are her exact words.

On the other hand, he felt that it was his reserved entertainment project.

It was no longer an option to laugh at Snape.

After his sleep.

When he woke up, he found that Snape was not in the bed next to him.

What he got in exchange was an Auror whose arm was broken by a stone.

Madam Pomfrey said it was Snape's request to change the bed.

Now he can only practice every day.

After all, there is no more fun to be had.

The results of these three days of practice are remarkable - now his perception ability can cover the entire second floor of the castle.

At this time, his perception could cover the entire two floors of the castle.

In other words, if the current Devero returns to the prefect's bathroom at that time.

You don't need to run to the auditorium to know what's going on over there.

Just now.

He used this ability to "eavesdrop" on what was going on in Professor McGonagall's office.

It can only be said that Wood is indeed the most enthusiastic person for Quidditch appointed by Harry.

After being attacked by a dark wizard in school.

Professor McGonagall came to him almost every day to apply for a training venue.

Of course they were all rejected without hesitation.

The way he had been exercising his perception during the recent period was by constantly eavesdropping on what was happening in the entire castle.

But it is true that Snape was never seen in the castle.

I wonder if he went to St. Mungo's to recuperate.

During this period, he also consciously helped the Aurors search for clues about Voldemort in the castle.

But there are no clues at all.

It was as if Voldemort had exited Hogwarts Castle.

But now he has no human host.

You really can't be too arrogant.

Devereaux stretched.

Disengage from a meditative state.

Jump out of bed.

It's almost dinner time.

Their meals will appear directly on their bedside table.

Very convenient.

This is one of the few things Devereaux has to look forward to these days.

Now I'm going to wash my face and wake up.

Eat again.

Just as he reached the bathroom door.

The door to the ward was suddenly pushed open.

He looked back.

It's Madam Pomfrey.

There was also an adult wizard he had never met before.

She has shoulder-length brown curly hair.

Tie your hair into a neat bun.

with a warm smile on his face

The wizard was wearing the same nursing uniform as Madam Pomfrey.

But clearly an outsider.

"Alexander."

Madam Pomfrey saw him standing away from the bed.

His brows instantly knitted together.

His tone was so cold it could freeze the air.

"You should just stay in bed."

Devereux scratched his head.

I was about to explain that I just wanted to wash my face.

Madam Pomfrey was heard taking a step to the side.

Introducing the wizard who stood up.

"This is Melinda Price, the receptionist at St. Mungo's Hospital, responsible for taking you for soul testing."

"To St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Devereaux's eyes widened in shock.