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Devereaux nodded slightly, with an expression between satisfaction and seriousness on his face.

He stood up and looked down at Harry sitting on the bed, his tone calm but with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"So far, you haven't lied. But I will check your memory from time to time, Harry. This is not only for me, but also for yourself, do you understand?"

This was a high-sounding statement, but Devereux knew in his heart that he did this more to ensure that he could always access the dark magic knowledge left by Voldemort in Harry's mind.

Harry nodded without raising any objection.

His eyes were still lowered, as if he was overwhelmed by the reality in front of him.

Seeing this, Devereaux's expression softened slightly, and he turned around to leave.

However, just as he took a step, Harry's deep voice came from behind, with a hint of helplessness and self-blame.

"Why... would something like this happen to me..."

Devereaux stopped and stood for a moment with his back to Harry.

His fingers moved slightly at his side, as if he was hesitating whether to respond.

Finally, he turned around and stared at Harry with his sharp eyes. His tone was a little softer than before, but still with a sense of cold reality.

"We can't choose what our origins are like."

Devereaux said slowly, his voice low and powerful.

"But fortunately, we can choose friends. Harry, no matter what you are going through now, remember this. Cherish them, they are your strongest shield and your last bottom line."

Harry raised his head and looked at Devereux with complicated eyes, seeming to hear some indescribable emotions in the other person's tone.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

Devereux looked at him for a moment, as if to make sure he had heard the words.

Then, he sighed softly, turned and walked towards the door.

Harry was left alone in the ward with his inescapable memories.

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Hogsmeade village, evening.

Several warm magic lamps were hung on the streets of the village, spreading golden light on the ground.

A large number of temporary dormitories were newly built in the village. Although they were not as grand and exquisite as Hogwarts Castle, they looked particularly warm in this cold winter day.

The wooden huts are neatly arranged, and there are even a few pots of cold-resistant magic plants on the windowsill, emitting a faint fluorescent light.

For first-year students, this is a paradise.

They don't have to be confused by the living stairs in Hogwarts for the time being, nor do they have to worry about Peeves suddenly appearing in a corner and scaring everyone out of their wits.

But in a corner of the village, outside the temporary school hospital, a scene seemed a bit funny.

Devereux stood at the door, folding his arms and looking at the old man in front of him with a frown.

The blond boy's appearance made him look a bit green, but his eyes showed a calmness and impatience that was inappropriate for his age.

"You really don't want to try it?"

Dumbledore smiled and handed a long brown candy to Devereaux, his tone full of enthusiasm.

"This is the new flavor just launched by Bee Duke - Refreshing Cockroach Pile. I saw many students bought it, and the reviews are pretty good."

Devereux's face instantly wrinkled up, and he almost took two steps back in disgust.

He looked at the candy as if it were some dangerous object that could explode at any moment.

"Principal, I really have no appetite."

His voice was low and firm, full of rejection.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really have no interest in this... thing."

Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly and threw the candy into his mouth, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Well, it tastes really good, sweet and salty, and has a...unique crunch."

He chewed it and didn't forget to comment.

Devereaux couldn't help but rolled his eyes, secretly complaining: This is the second time! Second time! Why on earth does this old principal have a soft spot for this weird candy?

"I really can't understand your love for this candy."

Devereux sighed, with a hint of resignation in his tone.

He stretched out his hand and straightened his robe, trying to look calmer.

"Principal, don't you think Bee Duke's other products, such as chocolate frogs, are more worthy of recommendation?"

"Chocolate frog?"

Dumbledore raised his head and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, sure, that's not bad. But you know, Devereux, life requires adventure, and trying new flavors of candy is a small adventure."

\u0026quot;If that's the risk,\u0026quot;

Devereaux replied coldly.

"Then I would rather choose something more exciting, such as facing a fire dragon."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his eyes shining meaningfully behind his half-moon glasses.

His voice was gentle, but with a hint of teasing.

"Well, judging from the way you came out of the ward just now, Harry's condition should be quite stable, right? And... your gains are probably not small, right?"

Devereaux stopped, turned his head, and glanced at him.

There was vigilance and a hint of helplessness in this glance.

Sure enough, this old fox can always see through the Xiao Jiujiu in other people's hearts.

"Oh,"

Devereaux sneered, his tone lukewarm.

"Whether Harry is stable or not is hard to say now. I think the Dark Lord is the best at acting among the bad guys. Let's observe for a while before drawing a conclusion."

As he said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

"As for the harvest..."

Deveraux paused, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

"There are still some."

In fact, he gained a lot from Harry's memory.

The dark magic legacy left by Voldemort is indeed worthy of its reputation, including some extremely rare spells.

For example, the variant of the Fiery Blaze Curse - a more complex and difficult to extinguish fire magic, which is more closely combined with the curse and is very difficult to cast.

It is more difficult than the version used by Marcus before. It should be because they are afraid that he can't control it and burn himself like Crabbe in the original book, so they taught him the castrated version.

There is also an enhanced version of the blasting spell, which is powerful enough to destroy a small building. Harry used this spell to break Deveraux's armor spell before.

And these are just the tip of the iceberg that Harry has mastered so far.

What Deveraux was most interested in was the incomplete potion formula.

It can turn the user into smoke instantly, which is of great tactical value in battle.

Although Harry's current effect is not good, the flying speed is slow and accompanied by obvious side effects, but from Voldemort's memory of using it, this potion is almost perfect in its complete state - there are no obvious sequelae, and it lasts longer.

"It seems that Voldemort's talent is not only in spells, his attainments in potion science are also extraordinary."

Deveraux secretly sighed in his heart, but his face remained calm.

This formula may be difficult to improve for ordinary wizards, but for his "special physique", it is a piece of cake.

"Okay, I'll take care of the mermaids. Professor Snape has already told me that the mermaids' singing is needed as a supplementary element in the treatment of lycanthropy. Don't worry, I judge that the Priory will most likely be dormant for a while recently."

Deveraux heard Dumbledore's assurance, nodded slightly, and felt a little relieved.

It has been a turbulent time recently, and his condition is not at its best, especially after using the decaying spell. The dark mood and psychological discomfort are still lingering.

He needs time to adjust himself and return to a more stable state.

"Well, I should live a normal first-year wizard life and relax."

Deveraux smiled self-deprecatingly, trying to relieve his stress with a relaxed tone.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold and gloomy voice sounded from behind him.

"Relax? That's a nice thought. Have you written the lab report? Have you collected data? Have you visited the subjects?"

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