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"No problem. After class in the afternoon, come to the office to get the new schedule."

Professor McGonagall's voice was as clear and crisp as ever.

Deverot was stunned for a moment.

He originally thought that this would be a question that would surprise the professor a little.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall did not seem surprised at all.

As if she had expected it.

"Even if you didn't ask me, I would have asked you to adjust your courses."

Professor McGonagall added lightly.

There was a sense of matter-of-factness in her tone.

"After all, you don't have to waste time listening to lower-level courses now."

After that.

She nodded to Deverot.

Indicating that the matter was over.

Deverot came back to his senses.

He nodded in response hurriedly.

He smiled as if he had seen it.

"Thank you, Professor."

Before he finished speaking.

He walked out of the classroom.

He closed the door gently and

There is nothing to do now.

After leaving the classroom.

He let out a long sigh.

His slightly nervous mood gradually relaxed.

There was still some time before the afternoon class.

Now he had some free time.

He looked up at the ceiling above his head.

Then he turned around and looked at the empty corridor.

There was no one around.

"It's a good time."

Deveraux muttered to himself.

A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He whispered a spell.

The wand gently touched his head.

In an instant.

A cold liquid seemed to pour down from the top of his head.

Flowing along his neck and limbs.

The familiar feeling of invisibility enveloped his whole body again.

Disillusionment spell!

Deveraux moved his hands and feet slightly.

After confirming that the invisible state was correct.

He turned around.

He quickly ran along the familiar corridor.

The progress of exploring the castle before had not made any progress because he was arrested and hospitalized.

Now is the perfect time to make up for it.

——

Hogwarts.

Room of Requirement.

The hiding room.

There is a strong scent of tea here.

It seems that every wisp of air is permeated with this warm aroma.

Two weeks ago.

This was still a messy storage room.

All kinds of sundries were piled up like a mountain.

Now.

The room has been completely renewed.

It is surprisingly tidy.

All kinds of items are cleverly classified and organized.

Books, magic props, and even seemingly useless small fragments have found their respective places.

If an outsider comes in.

You might think that there are house elves here diligently cleaning and organizing every day.

But in fact.

This place always maintains the mystery and quietness of no one disturbing.

In a corner of the room.

A figure is sitting quietly.

At first glance.

It seems to be a plaster statue.

But look closely.

I found that this "plaster statue" could move freely.

He held a cup of steaming hot black tea in his hand.

He tasted it carefully.

His expression revealed a sense of leisure and elegance.

His appearance was almost the same as that of a real person.

Only the pale skin that almost reflected light revealed his strange identity - a plaster statue.

If it weren't for this unforgettable color.

Probably no one would suspect that he was just an ordinary person.

Not to mention that he was holding a teacup elegantly now.

Drinking tea in this space that few people enter.

"So your plan failed?"

The plaster statue suddenly spoke.

His breath was calm and casual.

As if he was chatting with someone casually.

His cold eyes moved slightly.

As if an invisible string was gradually tightening.

There.

A huge steel frame stood quietly.

A sleeping owl perched on it.

If Devereux was present at this time.

He would definitely exclaim in surprise.

"Vega!"

That's right.

This owl is exactly the same as the owl called "Vega" in the school.

Whether it is the shape of the wings or the slightly raised feathers on the forehead.

But now.

Its appearance makes people feel inexplicably uncomfortable - it is motionless like a sculpture.

There is not even a sign of chest rise and fall.

It seems that life has been taken away.

The plaster statue's question stayed in the air for nearly a minute.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the faint fragrance of tea floated.

Finally.

The "Vega" slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of scarlet pupils flashed a sharp light in the dim room.

"You can say that."

Human words actually came out of the owl's mouth!

Its voice was low and indifferent.

With a hint of anger and unwillingness.

Its wings fluttered gently.Every movement.

Tiny red sparks splashed.

They disappeared in the air in an instant.

"I didn't expect this kid to grow so fast and actually be able to see through the Imperius Curse. This is something that even many Aurors can't do. It seems... we must re-plan the next move."

The plaster statue heard this.

The teacup in his hand paused slightly.

The magical fluctuations in the surrounding air subsided instantly.

It was like a piece of ice being pressed into boiling water.

Then it was slowly put down.

Ka!

The sound of the teacup hitting the plate echoed in the quiet space.

Like a warning.

It broke the false tranquility.

"Next time?"

The plaster statue whispered.

The tone became colder.

"I told you a long time ago that you only have this one chance."

His eyes were fixed on "Vega".

The moment the two looked at each other.

The air seemed to suddenly become heavy.

An invisible pressure enveloped the entire room.

"Why?"

"Vega"'s voice was a little lower.

The red light in his pupils became sharper.

It was like a sharp blade trying to pierce the will of the plaster statue.

But the plaster statue was not afraid.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

He did not give in.

"Because he is my student."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer.

It smashed the tension in the air.

The two continued to look at each other.

There was vigilance and hidden threats in their eyes.

Finally.

"Vega" snorted coldly.

He flapped his wings.

He brought up a weak airflow.

There was disdain in his voice.

"Do you really think you are safe? Just because you have a 'only' existence, you dare to make such a decision? If you don't join hands with me, you will be defeated in the end."

Before the voice fell.

It jumped suddenly.

It flew to a seemingly ordinary cabinet in the corner of the room.

When it stopped on the top of the cabinet.

It looked back at the plaster statue for the last time.

There was a hint of meaning in its tone.

"Good luck, Ravenclaw."

After that.

It went into the cabinet.

Disappeared.

The gaze of the plaster statue stayed for a moment at the place where it disappeared.

There seemed to be some complex emotions flowing in its deep eyes.

Whether it was anger or doubt, it was hard to see through.

"You too... Tom."

His voice was low.

With a kind of deep coldness.

The fragrance of tea gradually dissipated in the air.

The room fell into deathly silence again.

——

Hogwarts.

Underground classroom.

The special laboratory for the potion professor.

At this time, it was filled with the pungent smell of medicine residue, which was disgusting.

"Oh my God! What sin did I commit in my last life! Let me do such a job!"

Devereux wiped a huge black pot vigorously.

The steel wool made a harsh friction sound on the bottom of the pot.

His face was full of pain.

Sweat dripped down his forehead.

It was as sticky as the stains left in the pot.

This pot was the tool they used to make the Polyjuice Potion last week.

But because Deveraux and Snape were both sent to the school hospital after being attacked by Quirrell,

no one was looking after it.

So it was abandoned.

At the same time, no one dealt with the residue of the pot in time.

As a result, the potion residue inside completely corroded the inner wall.

It turned into a hard black-brown substance.

Deveraux had to clean up the residue in the pot.

What's worse is.

The residue of the potion has special magic resistance.

Even the cleaning spell is powerless.

This means.

This heavy cleaning work can only be done manually.

"This is not a job for students at all!"

Deveraux muttered.

While rubbing hard with gritted teeth.

The steel wool was deformed beyond recognition in his hands.

At this time, the door of the laboratory was suddenly opened.

"Why did you take so long to clean? Are you planning to stay overnight in this laboratory?"

Snape's voice was cold and sharp.

It was as if a cold wind swept into the room.

He stood at the door.

The black robe swayed slightly behind him.

He held a paper bag in his hand.

It contained something with a strange smell.

Deveraux gritted his teeth.

He cursed in his heart.

But he didn't dare to talk back.

His hands continued to clean the pot vigorously.

He wanted to crush the steel wool to vent his dissatisfaction.

However.

He noticed that Snape's voice suddenly paused for a moment.

Following his gaze.

Deveraux saw behind Snape.

Another figure walked in slowly.

Seeing the person coming.

Deveraux was stunned.

He didn't expect this person to come tonight!

(Sorry everyone, I really felt it today, and what I wrote recently is trueVery bad, there are fewer readers and fewer urgings for updates, I'm really sorry, I was so excited when writing the first part that I didn't consider the readers' feelings, sorry, I will push the original plot as soon as possible later.)