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Hearing this familiar voice, Deveraux knew who was coming without looking up. Sure enough, Tonks pushed the door open with a smile, holding a large bag of snacks in her hands, and her movements were as lively as ever.

"Madam Pomfrey said that you need to lie down for a week to recover from this illness, and it is probably a bit contagious, so other students are not allowed to see you. I met your friends - uh, I always can't tell them apart, anyway, they are a pair of brothers, they stuffed so many snacks for me to bring over, and said something like the tunnel collapsed and they really couldn't come to see you, and shouted "Long live the Dark Lord"! Haha, I think they are in good spirits."

Tonks piled snacks on the cabinet next to the bed while talking about what happened after Deveraux fainted.

Hearing this, Deveraux's mouth twitched slightly.

"That pair of brothers"... Needless to say, it must be the Weasley twins. They did not disappoint us and successfully dug the tunnel down. As for shouting "Long live the Dark Lord"... Tsk, Wells has led him astray. I still have to take care of him when I get back.

He remembered that Madam Pomfrey said that he might be contagious, and this suspicion was indeed reasonable.

After all, on the surface, his current symptoms did seem to be infected with some "dragon-related disease". Thinking of the miserable state of the dragon pox patients he saw at St. Mungo's last time, Deveraux couldn't help but shudder, and didn't even have the desire to recall.

Tonks obviously didn't notice Deveraux's silence and helplessness, and had already begun to take out a small notebook from her arms. That should be the "Auror Question List" she compiled.

"Okay, you are finally free now. I have a few questions to ask you, but don't rush to speak now."

She turned to the first page and shook the notebook at Deveraux, with a bright and enthusiastic smile on her lips.

Deveraux smiled bitterly, picked up the quill pen on the bedside, and prepared to use words instead of voice to answer her questions one by one.

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The next day.

The cafeteria of Hogwarts was empty. The sun shone through the high windows onto the long table. It was so quiet that you could almost hear the birds singing. However, Deveraux was already sitting at the Gryffindor table, holding a bowl of steaming oatmeal with milk in a good mood.

For him, the hospital had long been unable to hold him.

In the morning, he used the pile of snacks that the Weasley twins gave him yesterday to create a fake Deveraux.

He also asked his family to turn over occasionally, which was enough to deceive Madam Pomfrey.

It was not a big problem.

Just as he was thinking, he heard hurried footsteps. He looked up and saw that it was Hermione.

At this time, there was only Deveraux in the Great Hall, and Hermione had obviously just got up and was about to go to class, holding a thick "Basic Transfiguration Guide" in her arms. She saw Deveraux at a glance, was stunned for a moment, and then walked over quickly, with worry written all over her face.

"Deveraux! Why are you here? Did Madam Pomfrey agree to let you go?"

Hermione put down the book, propped her hands on the table, lowered her head and looked at him carefully, her brows furrowed like knots.

Deveraux coughed guiltily and quickly squeezed out a nonchalant smile.

"Well, of course, I've been fine for a long time. It's just...thyroiditis. The doctor said it was due to iodine deficiency and not eating enough seafood."

"Thyroiditis? The doctor said yesterday that you had an infectious disease!" Hermione obviously didn't believe it. She crossed her arms and looked ready to expose him at any time. Her eyes swept across his neck, as if looking for some strange traces.

Deveraux was a little scared by being stared at. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the Daily Prophet next to him, flipped it randomly, and pretended to take a serious look.

"Hermione, look at this!" He pretended to be surprised and read in a slightly exaggerated tone, "Another dark wizard attacked St. Mungo's the day before yesterday!"

Hermione's attention was indeed attracted. Her brows relaxed and she turned to stare at the newspaper in his hand.

"Dark wizards attacked St. Mungo's? What happened?"

Deverot cleared his throat and continued to read in a pretentious manner:

"Last Friday night, an unidentified dark wizard attacked St. Mungo's, causing serious injuries to a patient. A spokesperson for the Ministry of Magic said that the specific motive is still unclear and the investigation is still ongoing..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Logically, he was not in the hospital.

There was no reason for the people of Tindalos to attack St. Mungo's.

That should be a serious dark wizard.

But why did they attack St. Mungo's?

Deverot didn't quite understand.

At this time, Hermione frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, and slowly spoke:

"So, Neville's sudden departure from Hogwarts before seems to be because of St. Mungo's?"

Deverot was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at Hermione.

"Neville? What does this have to do with him?"

Hermione raised her head, with a little worry on her face, and a hint of hesitation in her tone.

"He told Harry that an elder in his family had a minor illness recently and was admitted to St. Mungo's. So he had to go visit him. He was unable to participate in this duel competition, which may have something to do with the attack by the dark wizards."

Deveraux's brows suddenly frowned, and a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

He remembered very clearly that Neville's parents were locked up in the permanent injury ward of St. Mungo's. If the target of the dark wizard's attack involved that area... Could it be that this incident really affected them?

"But why did they do this? Attacking a hospital, even harming patients who are already unable to protect themselves... What is the purpose behind this?"

Devereux pursed his lips tightly, his thoughts spinning like a revolving lantern. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly and suppressed these thoughts temporarily.

"Anyway, there are more pressing things to figure out right now."

He raised his head and turned to Hermione.

"By the way, Hermione, what happened down there in the cellar after I passed out yesterday? Did Hagrid mention who was peeking?"

Hermione's face became slightly more relaxed after hearing this, and she began to tell what happened last night:

"The situation was quite chaotic at the time. Hagrid asked the two of us to stay and take care of Xiaolong, while he carried you and ran all the way to the school hospital. I think, with his strength and footwork, Madam Pomfrey must have been frightened. Not light."

Hearing this, Devereux couldn't help but smile, as if he could already imagine the scene of Hagrid rushing into the hospital while shouting.

"What happened next? Were the peepers caught?" Devereaux asked tentatively, making plans in his mind. "If it's Malfoy, it's easy, a forgetting spell can solve it."

However, Hermione shook her head, her expression becoming confused.

"No. We've been keeping watch in the cellar, but we haven't found anyone. Or to be more precise, we think the person spying on us...may not be human at all."

Devereux was stunned for a moment, then showed a playful smile and joked in a relaxed manner.

"Could it be something dirty?"

Hermione just rolled her eyes at him.