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The reporter gave him an "OK" gesture to reassure him.

Flitwick breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Devereux, and found that his face was covered with black lines.

The corners of Devereux's mouth twitched.

Those were definitely Wells and Luna just now.

Only they would be so exaggerated.

At this moment, a reporter from the Daily Prophet quickly stepped forward and pointed his camera at Devereux, the lens flashing cold light.

"Mr. Alexander, what are your thoughts on not participating in the last few games but eventually winning the championship?"

Devereaux raised his eyebrows, was stunned for a moment, then shrugged and answered calmly.

"Well, I think it's okay. I think it's pretty good. To some extent, this can be regarded as a kind of protection for my classmates."

As soon as this sentence came out, the corners of the reporter's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Although this sounds quite arrogant, when you think about it seriously, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Devereaux's terrifying "Vulcan Clears the Way" spell has already left everyone in the game with lingering fears. No matter they are students at Hogwarts or other adult wizards in the magical world, I am afraid that they don't have the courage to stand opposite him and endure that kind of magic. Feeling of oppression.

The reporter calmed down his emotions for a moment and then asked.

"So, Mr. Alexander, is it because you didn't show up for the last few games because you predicted that no one would dare to challenge you? Or does it mean that you actually have more important things to deal with outside of the game?"

Devereux scratched his head and showed a helpless smile.

"Predict that they will retire? Don't be kidding me. I'm not good at divination. How can I be that good? As for what I was doing just now..."

When he said this, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the parchment on the table.

The reporter immediately followed his gaze and raised his camera, intending to capture the contents of the parchment.

However, the moment the camera focused on it, a slender and pale hand quickly stretched out and took away the parchment.

It's Professor Snape.

With a cold face, he carefully put the parchment into his robe, raised his eyes and stared at the reporter, his tone unquestionable:

"You don't need to know about this, and you don't need to report on it."

The reporter was a little stunned, and the camera in his hand was still flashing the shutter sound mechanically.

Snape added with a mysterious look on his lips.

"You just have to tell everyone that there will soon be a breakthrough in the treatment of lycanthropy, and that's it."

Devereux looked at Snape's strong performance and couldn't help but smile. He turned to the reporter who was still in a daze and added:

"Yes, you can write something like this: 'The Knights of Merlin can start preparing to award medals. But you have to remind them that just issuing one medal by then may not be enough.'"

When the reporter heard this, he immediately showed a complicated expression, one of shock and awe.

It is true that this plan has not yet been fully implemented.

So how can newspapers be allowed to report whatever they want?

If the time comes, someone with ulterior motives will be the first to make the antidote based on this idea.

Devereaux had nowhere to cry.

"Really? Severus, you have made progress again?"

Slughorn looked surprised and couldn't help but take a step forward, his eyes locked on Snape.

"Again?! Has there been a major breakthrough in the treatment of lycanthropy?"

The editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet was also stunned by this sentence. His eyes were as wide as light bulbs, almost popping out of their sockets, staring at Snape and Slughorn.

However, just as he was about to ask for more details, a gentle but irresistible voice came from the side:

"Okay, okay, John, I think we have enough material for today, right? With so much big news, it's more than enough to fill half a newspaper."

Dumbledore walked up to the editor-in-chief with a smile, and gently put his hands on his shoulders, with a touch of majestic tenderness in his eyes.

The editor looked up at Dumbledore, his lips slightly parted, obviously wanting to continue asking questions.

"but--"

"Wow! What is this!"

Dumbledore seemed to have suddenly discovered some rare treasure. He exclaimed, pushed the editor away, and walked quickly to the chair where Snape had been sitting. He picked up a transparent glass bottle on the table, his eyes full of excitement.

"White wine from Chateau Lefleur?! Severus, this is not something ordinary people can get! Where did you get it from?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape with disbelief and intense curiosity written on his face.

Snape glanced at Slughorn, who was standing aside with an embarrassed expression, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A gift from an old friend."

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly lit up, like a child seeing candy. He waved the bottle and his tone became more excited:

"Who is it? Can you get this kind of fine wine from one of the best wineries in France! If it is given to me, no matter what he asks for, I can agree to it!"

Slughorn's face turned green next to him, and he secretly cried out: "That's my wine!"

Snape smiled even brighter. He did not answer Dumbledore's question, but said calmly:

"Haha, he also asked me to bring you a gift. It comes from the east, a kind of tea called Zheergen."

As soon as these words came out, Slughorn's face instantly turned green, and even his stance seemed a bit stiff.

Dumbledore smiled slightly when he heard this and said in a brisk tone:

"Oh? Tea? Not bad, not bad, but tea is a morning drink, forget it now."

As he said, he raised the bottle high and looked around at everyone excitedly:

"Today is a good day! Deveraux won the duel competition, and the treatment of lycanthropy has made great progress. Should we open this bottle of wine and celebrate?"

He said, looking at Snape expectantly.

Snape shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter. Flitwick raised his hands high to express his full approval! Professor McGonagall frowned slightly, seemed a little hesitant, but finally nodded in agreement under Dumbledore's eager eyes.

As for Slughorn, he forced a smile.

"Headmaster, that's my wine!"

The editor seemed to want to continue asking questions, but Dumbledore grabbed his neck and said with a smile:

"Okay, John, let's go! I bet you've never had such good wine."

Without saying anything, Dumbledore led the editor and professors out of the dungeon. Snape followed closely behind, with a smug smile on his face.

Professor McGonagall walked to Deveraux.

With a rare smile on his face.

"Deveraux, go find your classmates. I think Harry and the others have prepared a good surprise for you."

As he said that, he followed the others out of the dungeon.

Deveraux stood there, watching their figures gradually disappear outside the door. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt very depressed - all these good news were brought by him, but it was not his turn as a minor to drink the wine!

He felt that Dumbledore's stopping the editor from asking more questions was only a secondary purpose.

He was just looking for an excuse to drink the bottle of wine.

In the original book, Dumbledore really liked to invite friends to drink at night.

Deveraux looked back at the laboratory at this time.

He quickly caught up with Snape.

"Professor, what should Percy do?"

Snape looked back.

He said to Deveraux.

"Then go and make him some more Houttuynia cordata, it's on the second layer of the laboratory cabinet."

Deveraux:...