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After dinner, Deveraud offered to take Luna back to the lounge.

Along the way, he also wanted to take the opportunity to learn about her recent situation.

Luna was obviously in a good mood. When she walked on the spiral staircase, her steps were as light as stepping on clouds.

She also pulled Deveraud's sleeve from time to time, pointed to a corner of the castle, and asked some strange questions with interest.

"Do you think there is a snorkle hidden in these walls?"

Deveraud could only shake his head helplessly.

"Luna, how can I know these questions? You can ask the ghosts, maybe they know more."

"Well, ghosts are really interesting, but they always like to complain about the weather."

Luna nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly jumped to another topic.

"Deveraud, actually I have something to tell you."

"Oh?"

Deveraud raised his eyebrows.

"What is it?"

Luna moved slightly closer and lowered her voice, as if sharing a huge secret.

"I am now equivalent to a first-year student, and I go to class with them. However, my dad will accompany me to school this semester."

"Your dad?"

Luna already knew that she was going to Hogwarts.

But when she heard that her father was going to accompany her, Deveraux was stunned.

"Where does Mr. Xenophilius live?"

"In the teacher's lounge! It seems that he has recovered very well. He has started writing articles like "The Truth on the Back of the Moon". Hehe, the new "The Quibbler" should be finished soon."

Luna said lightly, without any dissatisfaction with her father doing these strange things.

"Is that so... But accompanying him is a good idea."

Deveraux nodded

At the same time, she will cooperate with Professor Snape in the development of the wolfsbane potion.

Of course, Luna told Deveraux this information alone.

This news cannot be made known to the classmates yet.

After all, in the original book, Lupin had to leave the school after his identity as a teacher was exposed.

Not to mention Luna.

Luna smiled with satisfaction, and then suddenly changed the topic to something lighter.

"By the way, my dad just told me something interesting."

"What is it?"

"Professor McGonagall said that she wanted to redecorate the prefect bathroom, and replace the walls and floors with white marble!"

Deveraux paused, almost stepping on the wrong step.

He looked back at Luna, with a clear guilty look on his face.

"White marble floors and walls? Are you sure?"

"Yes! My dad said that Professor McGonagall has asked people to start selecting materials, and it seems that some special lighting system will be installed to make the entire bathroom look like a luxurious bath."

Luna blinked and looked at Deveraux curiously.

"But why do you look a little bit wrong?"

Deveraux coughed dryly, trying to make his tone sound natural.

"No, nothing... I just think, um, is it too luxurious to decorate like this?"

After all, it was he who blew up the original prefect bathroom.

At that time, there was probably nothing to distinguish it as a bathroom except for a huge swimming pool.

So Deverro chatted with Luna while walking up a spiral staircase and sent her to the door of the lounge.

There was no handle or keyhole on the door, only an old, bare wooden board with an eagle-shaped bronze door knocker on it.

Deverro stood in front of the door and suddenly realized that he had never entered the Ravenclaw common room.

But now was not the time.

Luna stretched out a pale hand and knocked on the door. The eagle's beak opened immediately, but instead of making a bird's cry, it spoke in a gentle, musical voice.

"It can be broken, but it doesn't make a sound. What is this?"

Deverro was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

Luna turned her head and looked at him with her usual innocent smile on her face.

"I like this door very much. It means that we can learn something new every day, and we have to use our brains every time we go in."

"It's a very special design."

Deverot nodded, but in his heart he felt that it was more like a brain teaser.

"But do you know the answer?"

"Of course."

Luna seemed to think for a moment, and then spoke clearly to the knocker.

"Promise."

The knocker immediately made a satisfied "hmm" sound, and then the old wooden door slowly opened, revealing a spacious, round room.

There were still many people in the Ravenclaw common room at this time.

There were also several dark blue velvet sofas in the middle of the room, and several students were scattered around, discussing their homework in a low voice.

It looked like a large round room.

Luna and Deverot wavedhand.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Fourth Dark Lord."

Luna waved to him, with a naughty smile on her face, and then stepped into the lounge briskly.

"See you tomorrow."

Deveraux looked at her back, with a slight smile on his face.

He glanced at the layout of the lounge again, thinking secretly in his heart that he would have to find a chance to come back and see it in the future.

He had only been to two of the four lounges so far.

It is estimated that the remaining two lounges can give him a lot of exploration.

The door slowly closed in front of him, and Deveraux turned and left.

He did not return to his lounge immediately, but decided to go to the library.

Snape gave him a whole day off today for the first time, which was a rare good opportunity.

And Deveraux still remembered Snape's previous promise-he could borrow a book from the restricted book area every week. This privilege is too useful for him.

He thought of the "How to Trace the Origin of Transformed Objects" that he borrowed last time, and he had thoroughly studied that book.

Next, he needed more in-depth information to advance his research.

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Hogwarts Library, night.

Deveraux was standing between the bookshelves in the restricted section, concentrating on finding the next book that could expand his knowledge.

At the same time, outside the library, Percy Weasley was holding a pile of thick books, looking a little tired as he walked out of the door.

He had been studying all night for the exam recently, and even spent his weekends in the library, just to get closer to his goal of becoming a future Ministry of Magic official.

However, the cost of staying up late was obvious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his steps were a little weak.

He was thinking about getting a good night's sleep when he returned to the dormitory tonight, and while his head was dizzy, he turned a corner without noticing, and bumped into the person walking towards him.

"Bang!"

The books were scattered all over the floor, making a crisp sound.

"Sorry, Mr. Weasley."

A low and magnetic voice sounded.

Percy looked up and saw that it was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Mesphilos.

Mesphilos had his usual gentle smile on his face. He looked down at the scattered books and waved his hand gently. All the books seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force and flew neatly back into Percy's arms.

Percy was slightly stunned, then raised his eyebrows slightly - wandless spellcasting!

Mesphilos was not only proficient in spells, but also did not need a wand. This level was indeed amazing.

Percy moved his lips and was about to say something, but he saw that Mesphilos had already waved his hand and turned away.

His back disappeared at the end of the dim corridor, as if blending into the night.

Percy looked down at the books in his arms and counted them one by one, but unexpectedly found that there was an extra strange book.

The cover of the book was dark purple, with a lifelike black jackal head portrait on it, which was particularly eye-catching under the dim light of the library.

Percy frowned, rubbed his fingertips lightly on the cover, and whispered the words on the cover.

"Anubis?"

His voice was almost swallowed by the echo in the corridor.

Percy raised his head and wanted to call Mesphilos, but when he looked around, he found that the professor had disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, deep in the restricted area.

Deveraux had just picked out a book when there was a slight trembling sound between the pages.

He turned to the first page and carefully read the contents on it. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill came from his back.

It felt like someone was staring at him, with cold and sharp eyes.

He turned around abruptly, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the wand.

But the restricted area was dead silent, empty.

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