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"Leave my students alone, Cam."

Dumbledore stood at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, his figure bathed in dim light, his tone calm but unquestionable.

Mesphilos was standing in the middle of the classroom, lightly covering an ancient mirror with a piece of black cloth.

When he heard Dumbledore's words, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and then he turned around and looked directly at the old headmaster.

"Hahaha, what's wrong, Albus? Shouldn't you be hosting the game in the Great Hall? I don't understand what you're talking about."

His voice was like deep strings, with a hint of sarcastic ridicule.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the covered mirror, then moved back to Mesferos, and said slowly.

"There's Minerva and Fierce over there, I mean, Percy Weasley. He's been cursed with dark magic, I can tell."

Mesferos's smile became more and more unbridled.

He didn't seem to care about Dumbledore's blunt words, and even enjoyed the contest at this moment.

He spread his hands and shrugged innocently.

"I didn't, Albus. I only said a few words to him in total. Everything was his own choice. I was just a curious bystander."

Dumbledore walked into the classroom with firm steps and calm eyes.

His eyes swept across the floor, and there was a complex portrait of Anubis painted on it. The lines were lifelike, as if exuding some mysterious power.

"so,"

Dumbledore spoke, with a hint of oppression in his tone.

"You used the same methods on my students that you used on me, right? Cam, we had a promise - you promised not to harm the students of Hogwarts."

His voice gradually became deeper, with a hint of anger, like an undercurrent under the deep sea, calm but full of intimidation.

Mesferos chuckled.

He turned around and said in a teasing tone with a kind of undisciplined haughtiness.

"Haha, Albus, do you really think the Unbreakable Vow is useful to me? That's just a futile attempt to cover the fire with a cardboard box."

He paused, clasping his hands behind his back, pacing slowly, and his tone suddenly turned lazy.

"Besides, teaching these kids is really boring. I have to have some fun, otherwise I won't be able to calm down and help you, eh?"

Mesferos's smile was so arrogant that it was almost suffocating. But at this moment, Dumbledore suddenly asked abruptly:

"What do you think about Alexander?"

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze instantly.

Mesferos's smile froze for a moment, and then slowly faded away, replaced by a look of disgust.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was cold and contemptuous.

"Haha, it's just leftovers."

He said, with a flash of disgust in his eyes and undisguised sarcasm in his tone.

"Only those mad dogs of Tindalos fight like they smell blood. His half of the power to bring the dead back to life is meaningless to me."

Mesferos sneered slightly, as if he felt that this topic had wasted his time.

But he suddenly paused, and a meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"What's more, there is the other half, which they will never get."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his blue eyes looking as deep as the sea in the moonlight.

His voice was low and firm.

"Keim, from now on, you are not allowed to touch any of the students in the school. Otherwise -"

Mesferos shrugged and smiled lazily, as if he didn't care at all about the warning.

"What else? Are you going to drive me away?"

However, his smile froze instantly.

Dumbledore said the most decisive words in a calm and almost cold tone:

"Or I'll kill myself. You'll never get what you want."

There was dead silence in the classroom.

The smile on Mesferos's face completely disappeared.

His dark face was like an unfathomable abyss, without any ripples.

After a moment of silence, he scratched his head, and a relaxed but slightly impatient look appeared on his face.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch the others, okay?"

There was a bit of reluctance in his tone, as if he was dealing with an old friend who kept chattering.

But then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corner of his mouth again in a smile that was not a smile, and his tone became frivolous:

"But, speaking of which, since you already knew that I was attacking that boy, why didn't you stop me? Did you want to watch a show, Albus?"

Dumbledore looked directly at him, his eyes calm, as if he was hiding countless unspoken answers, but he didn't say a word in response.

Mesferos raised his eyebrows, unfazed by the silent confrontation.

He turned around and strode towards the mirror covered with black cloth, waving casually with a hint of joking in his tone.

"It doesn't matter. In that case, let's see how this boy has fallen."

With a gentle pull of his hand, he lifted the black cloth away, revealing the mirror.

However, when he saw the picture clearly shown in the mirror, his expression suddenly changed.

First there was confusion, then shock, and finally anger.

He turned around sharply, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore, his tone full of annoyance.

"Albus Dumbledore! You used me!!"

Dumbledore looked at him quietly, with an almost imperceptible hint of ridicule flashing in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then he couldn't help but chuckle.

"How could it be? I only said a few words to you. Everything is your own choice. I am just a curious bystander."

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"So, do you want to follow me honestly, or do you want me to knock you out and drag you away?"

Deverot slowly pulled out his wand, his tone calm.

The surrounding Stone Pier Knights raised their weapons together, the encirclement tightened step by step, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Percy nervously held the wand at his waist, and his eyes quickly swept over the approaching Stone Pier Knights and Deverot.

The beast features on his face became more obvious, with sharp teeth showing from his slightly open mouth, and sweat on his forehead sliding down the thick hair.

At this moment, the hesitation in Percy's eyes was replaced by anger, and finally broke out.

"You genius! How can you understand the feelings of people like us who were born in the bottom family?!"

He roared, and his voice echoed in the empty corridor.

"If I don't do this, how can I win the game, how can I get the championship!"

Deverot stopped, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly.

"I'm an orphan."

This sentence froze the anger on Percy's face. He was stunned, but then sneered, as if he didn't want to believe it.

"So what? You are a genius! You must have been the center of attention since you were a child, right? You can't understand the feeling of someone like me - surrounded by people who are better than me, but I have to be laughed at because of my family background!"

Deverot's expression did not change, but he said calmly.

"My guardian is Snape."

The air seemed to be frozen, Percy's sneer disappeared without a trace, and even the hand holding the wand loosened a little.

He stood there blankly, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, and murmured in a low voice.

"Is that so... Well, you are indeed worse off than me..."

Deverot shrugged, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"So, do we still want to fight now?"

Percy lowered his head in thought, with a hesitant look on his face, as if he was struggling with how to choose.

However, at this moment of stalemate, a sinister voice suddenly sounded.

"I am your guardian, do you have any objections?"

The voice was as cold as a venomous snake, causing the air to cool down suddenly.

The two of them froze and turned their heads almost at the same time.

Behind the team of the Stone Pier Knights, a middle-aged man in a black robe and greasy hair stood there, holding a bottle of wine in both hands, staring at Devereux with a gloomy look.

(Fourth update!)