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"Headmaster, regarding your situation... you can actually try using Hufflepuff's golden cup. At least, it may be able to help you recover to a certain extent."

After hearing this, Dumbledore had a slight smile on his face.

He shook his head, his tone relaxed but firm.

"No, Devereaux. Hufflepuff's golden cup is indeed a powerful magical item, but its true power can only be fully controlled by Hufflepuff himself. For us, even if we use it reluctantly, the effect is nothing more than A drop in the bucket.”

He raised his intact hand and pointed at his eyes and the other hand that had been restored by unknown means, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Besides, missing an arm and an eye is not a big deal to me."

Having said this, he suddenly winked at Devereux and raised a slightly naughty smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't forget, I'm a wizard."

Devereux looked at Dumbledore's appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and finally showed a forced smile.

He didn't say anything more, just nodded, turned and walked towards the principal's room.

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The early morning sun shines through the gaps in the thick curtains, casting a narrow spot of light that falls slantingly on a silent temporary school hospital.

The air is filled with a faint herbal smell, mixed with the smell of ancient wood, which is depressing.

Harry slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred for a moment, then gradually became clear.

My body felt heavier than ever before, as if it was suppressed by some invisible force.

He tried to lift his hands, only to find that his wrists were tightly restrained in the leather straps at the edge of the bed, as were his ankles.

Suddenly there was a panic in my heart, and I struggled suddenly, but it turned out to be like a beast locked in an iron cage, and it was in vain.

What's even more frightening is that he can feel that his magic power - the energy flowing in his body like blood - has completely disappeared!

No matter how hard he concentrated, it was as if the magic had been drained away, leaving only empty nothingness.

"What's going on?!"

Harry's voice was hoarse and weak, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

His breathing was rapid, and his eyes were full of despair and fear.

He twisted his body desperately, the leather straps made a squeaking sound, and the edge of the bed shook slightly, but all the efforts were meaningless.

At this moment, his eyes were drawn to the chair next to the bed.

Sitting there was a young man with brilliant blond hair, which seemed to be coated with a soft glow by the sunlight.

He crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, with a leisurely posture. However, his cold brown eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, with a kind of indifference that made people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Are you awake?"

The familiar voice made Harry's heart tighten, and he whispered the other person's name almost instinctively.

"Devereux..."

When Devereux heard his name, the indifference on his face instantly turned into a mocking smile.

He shook his head and approached the bed with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Hey, boy, you actually remember that I am Devereaux? Not bad."

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Harry's messy hair hard, his tone mixed with suppressed anger.

"Then you're still so harsh?!"

Harry was in pain and couldn't help but let out a hoarse "ah".

Devereux's anger was instantly ignited, and his eyes were like burning flames, staring straight at Harry.

The next second, another slap fell on Harry's head.

"You still want to kill Ron, right?! You brat!"

Devereaux's voice grew stern, like a thunderclap.

"People say you are the third-generation Dark Lord, but do you really think you are? Are your wings so hard that you don't even care about your friends?!"

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out the wand from his waist and pressed it coldly against Harry's chin. The force was so strong that Harry subconsciously held his breath.

"I'm telling you, Harry Potter,"

Devereaux's voice was low and dangerous, as if forced from his throat.

"I can't wait to send you to heaven right now, you know?"

Harry's eyes were downcast and his voice was weak and hoarse.

"……sorry……"

"sorry?!"

When Devereaux heard these two words, his anger grew even stronger.

He used the wand a little harder, forcing Harry to raise his head slightly and look directly at him.

"If I'm sorry, if it's useful, why do you need Azkaban?!"

Just when Devereux's anger was still lingering, the door behind him suddenly opened with a creak, and a familiar figure stepped in.

It was Dumbledore, his eyes as calm as ever, as if the tension in the room had nothing to do with him.

"Devereaux,"

Dumbledore's voice had a hint of light teasing.

"Madam Pomfrey just said that if you keep arguing, she will kick you out."

Devereaux frowned and was about to speak, but Dumbledore waved his hand and continued.

"Don't worry, I can help you stop her this time. But next time..."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sly smile, "I guess she will threaten me and say that if I help you again, she won't dance with me at the next dance."

Having said this, Dumbledore turned to face the door and added.

"Haha, Bobby, I was just joking..."

Madam Pomfrey's voice came immediately from outside the door.

"Albus, don't make fun of me, go back!"

Deverot watched the door close again, his mouth twitched, but he still glared at Harry on the bed.

He slowly put down his wand, as if he was restraining something, and finally turned back to sit on the chair, crossed his hands on his knees, stared at Harry coldly, his face as cold as ice.

"Okay, now start quibbling."

His tone was as cold as iron.

"What happened?"

Harry looked at Deverot's cold eyes, and his heart tightened.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the rise and fall of his chest, trying to find a little comfort under the pressure of the restraints.

His eyes stayed on Deverot's face for a moment, and finally lowered his eyes, his voice as low as a mosquito hum.

"Three days ago, after I woke up in the hospital, I... I killed someone."

"A person without hair, facial features, or even skin, I... strangled him to death..."

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