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Devereaux didn't speak, his fingers tightened slightly as he took down the vial from the shelf. The transparent memory liquid in the bottle swayed slightly under the light.

Standing in front of the basin, he took a deep breath to calm down.

He glanced at Dumbledore from the corner of his eye. He was still sitting in his seat, with a calm expression and a slight nod.

Snap.

The cork was removed, and the memory liquid was slowly poured into the basin.

The silver-white substance immediately rippled, and then spun at an unusual speed. Devereux took a deep breath, and then plunged into the pensieve.

despair!

The moment his feet touched the ground, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling came over him.

Devereaux stood on a cobblestone road, and the hard touch under his feet confirmed that he was not dreaming.

The surroundings were still gray, just like the last time he came to this memory fragment.

Gray fog filled the air, and the cold air seemed to freeze the sound, making people feel depressed.

He held his breath, raised his ears, and vaguely heard a low roar in the distance.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The sound became clearer, it was gunfire!

Devereaux was shocked and quickly pulled out the wand from his waist. The wand was clenched tightly in his hand, his palms slightly sweaty. His first reaction was to use magic to dispel the suffocating gray fog.

"Reveal yourself urgently!"

He waved his wand sharply.

However - no response. The gray fog still shrouded the surroundings, as heavy as some kind of invisible cage, making him breathless.

"What the hell..."

Devero cursed under his breath and frowned.

He realizes that the place he is in is not the real world - it is a fragment of memory, but it is obviously disturbed by some force.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The gunshots were getting closer and closer, and the sharp and continuous sound seemed to tear through the gray fog, bringing an uneasy sense of urgency.

Devero's heart tightened and he quickly raised his wand.

"Armor protection!"

Still no response.

"Oops, can't magic be used here..."

He clenched his wand and murmured softly, his heart beating violently.

"Damn! What's going on?!"

clatter! clatter! clatter!

At this time, the gunfire was very close. Devereux put away his wand, turned around and ran away.

His boots made a rapid clicking sound on the cobblestones, and he had only one thought in his mind: stay away from the gunfire!

In the gray fog, his vision was still limited, and there was a hint of gun smoke in the air.

He didn't know where he was, and he couldn't tell whether this memory fragment was safe.

But one thing is clear - in this place, Muggle guns are the biggest threat.

He gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind: "What the hell is this place?"

Devereux ran wildly on the cobblestone road, the wind howling in his ears, mixed with the echo of distant gunshots.

With each step, he could feel his body trembling, his lungs burning like fire, and his breathing so rapid that it felt like he was tearing the air apart.

His mind went blank, leaving only one word: run!

Ahead, a vague outline emerged—a staircase winding upward.

Devereaux gritted his teeth and rushed forward, his steps quick and heavy, as if there was a beast chasing behind him.

He rushed through a green bronze door at the top, pushed it open with both hands, and the door made a low creaking sound.

Just as he crossed the threshold——

Bang!

A huge impact came from his side and penetrated his body instantly.

He seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer, his whole body was thrown out, and he fell to the ground in a panic.

Devereaux turned over with difficulty and touched his abdomen with trembling fingers. A sharp pain made him gasp.

His fingertips touched warm mucus - blood. He's been shot!

"Damn it!"

He gritted his teeth, gasped, and crawled forward with all his strength.

The gray fog around him became thicker and thicker, seeming to swallow his consciousness, but he did not dare to stop. He knew that stopping meant that the information was not available and his death was in vain.

Suddenly, a door appeared in the mist ahead.

It was a silver door, with complex inscriptions engraved on its smooth surface, emitting a faint cold light.

Devereux struggled to push himself up, barely raising his head to look at the carvings on the door.

"Come in, stranger, but be careful—

What will happen if you are greedy?

Asking blindly and getting something for nothing,

Will be punished the most severely.

So if you want to take it from our underground vault

A wealth that never belonged to you,

Thief, you have been warned,

Be careful not to attract treasure, but evil retribution. "

Devereux's pupils shrank, and he understood instantly - this was Gringotts!

His mind was racing, trying to piece it all together: gunshots, Gringotts...

So, Devereux is in Diagon Alley now? !

Before he could think deeply, the familiar sound of gunshots came from behind again.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

The bullet cut through the air and flew past his ear. His body shook violently, his vision began to blur, and the sounds in his ears became distant and broken.

Devereaux gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his limbs felt as heavy as lead. The next second, his world completely fell into darkness——

despair!

Devereux stepped onto a white marble floor.

He tensed every muscle in an instant, looked up and looked around, but his eyes were still filled with fog, and his vision was tightly blocked.

But this time, he was prepared, with only one thought in his mind: run!

Before he could fully understand the surrounding environment, Deveraux turned around and ran!

He stepped quickly on the cold ground, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the stone surface, making a rapid "tapping" sound.

Deveraux's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heartbeat vibrated in his chest like a drum.

He kept reminding himself: stay away from the source of danger, find clues, and confirm the location.

Suddenly, he hit a hard object and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hiss..."

He rubbed his forehead and looked up. In front of him was a familiar long table with unfinished mutton pies on it, emitting a faint residual heat.

"This is..."

Deveraux's eyes widened.

"Hogwarts cafeteria?!"

Just then, a low roar suddenly came from the mist behind him, like the roar of a beast from the abyss, shaking the ground slightly.