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Outside the door, the Ministry of Magic officials stared at Room 202.

Then he raised his wrist.

"They didn't find anything at all, but Snape hasn't appeared yet. What's the situation on the first floor?!"

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"Well... I can't say there is nothing."

Deveraux touched his chin and thought for a while, and said cautiously.

"In the entire Leaky Cauldron, I guess only Tom, the owner here, can be considered someone the professor knows."

Lupin stared at the note in his hand, scratched his head, and frowned slightly.

"However, I haven't seen many people who can be called "friends" by the professor himself."

He looked at it thoughtfully for a while, then shrugged his shoulders, put the note back on the bedside, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and looked at Lupin with a relaxed smile.

"Okay, since the professor said let us rest, then we are free, right? Lupin, I have a lot of places I want to go!"

Lupin raised his head and frowned immediately.

"Where? Didn't you say you've lived in this Diagon Alley for a full month? Is there anywhere else you haven't visited?"

Deveraux counted on his fingers, calculating seriously.

"Strictly speaking, I still haven't visited 39.9% of the places."

He gestured to Lupin seriously.

"Today is just the right time to visit the rest of the places!"

Lupin asked with a puzzled look on his face, frowning.

"39.9%? What are you talking about? What kind of strange calculation is this?"

Deveraux twisted his neck comfortably while tidying up his clothes.

"It's okay, Lupin, just check your data here. As for me, I'm going to meet some friends who I've only met once."

Lupin immediately felt something was wrong and locked his eyes on him.

"What friends? Where are they?"

Deveraux smiled meaningfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "In Knockturn Alley."

When Lupin heard the name "Knockturn Alley", his face suddenly changed, and his tone was uneasy.

"Deverot, if you go to that kind of place as a child, something might happen!"

Deverot was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, and said with a hint of sarcasm.

"No, Lupin, are you sure you should worry about me?"

Lupin's expression did not waver at all, and his tone became more serious.

"Deverot, dark wizards are not the kind of opponents you think. No matter how strong your dueling ability is, their evil and tricks are far beyond your cognition, believe me."

Deverot stared at him, with an indescribable expression on his face, as if he had heard a big joke.

He knows dark wizards better than me? Is he serious?

He shook his head helplessly and waved his hand.

"Lupin, in fact, my abilities in ritual magic and other fields are also very strong, you can rest assured."

He paused.

"Forget it, you should concentrate on checking your data. I'm sure nothing will happen to me."

After speaking, Deverot turned around, opened the door, and strode out.

Lupin looked at his back, his face became more helpless, he grabbed his wand and quickly chased after him.

"Deverot, wait!"

But Deverot had no intention of stopping at all. He ran downstairs briskly, his movements were as neat as an agile cat, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Lupin cursed inwardly, hurriedly closed the door, and chased after him with his wand tightly.

At the end of the corridor, a pair of indifferent eyes were always staring at the staircase. It was the Ministry of Magic official on duty.

His expression was calm and serious, but there was a hint of hidden alertness in his eyes.

After making sure that Devereux and Lupin had completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs, he slowly raised his arms and whispered, as if reporting to an invisible being:

"The experimental team for the treatment of lycanthropy has left the room, and their anti-reconnaissance awareness is weak. What is the next instruction--"

His words came to an abrupt end, and with a muffled sound, a pair of sturdy stone arms strangely stretched out from the wall behind him, locking his waist tightly!

"Ugh--!"

The official's pupils suddenly contracted, and he struggled desperately, but before he could take out his wand, more arms stretched out from the wall, one pair locked his arms that he wanted to move, and the other pair quickly covered his mouth, binding him tightly.

All this happened silently, and even if the official struggled violently, the corridor was still terrifyingly quiet.

Just as his face was filled with fear and cold sweats, a low and cold voice sounded faintly in his ears, like the whisper of an evil spirit from the depths of hell:

"If you dare to look at me again, I will dig out your eyeballs."

As the voice fell, all the stone arms disappeared without a trace, and the wall returned to its original state, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

However, the official's face was pale, cold sweat had soaked his back, his legs were almost unstable, and he leaned against the wall limply.

"This... what the hell is this..."

He muttered to himself, his voice trembling and almost inaudible.

At this moment, a few chuckles and whispers came from the end of the corridor.

Several passing wizards looked at him with strange eyes and whispered:

"Hey, look at that person from the Ministry of Magic, wasn't he fine just now? Why did he suddenly look like he saw a ghost?"

"That's right, what scary things can there be in this place? I guess he's mentally ill."

The official had no time to care about these rumors. He raised his trembling left arm and quickly wanted to say something to something on his wrist.

But he was horrified to find that as long as it came to this matter, he couldn't say anything!

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"'If you look at it again, I'll dig out your eyes~'"

Deverot repeated this sentence carelessly, with a frivolous smile on his lips.

"What are you mumbling?"

Lupin followed him, his face full of helplessness, obviously accustomed to this young man.

Deverot looked back at him, with a faint smirk on his face.

"Nothing, just a casual feeling, ritual magic is really a good thing. Delayed casting, core competitiveness, understand?"

"What ritual magic?"

Lupin frowned slightly, but obviously didn't want to delve into it, and then asked with a frown.

"Deverot, although I know I can't stop you, I still advise you not to go there, it's very dangerous!"

"Okay, Knockturn Alley!"

Deverot grinned and walked forward briskly.

"Don't worry, I promise to show you something different."

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A few minutes later, Lupin looked at the scene in front of him, stunned.

"This... are you sure it's Knockturn Alley?"

There was disbelief in his tone.

"This looks more like... Laogai Street!"

Deverot was also stunned, his eyes swept across the scene in front of him.

Knockturn Alley, which was originally gloomy and dirty, now looked orderly.

Most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed, and several Ministry of Magic officials with serious expressions stood in front of them, holding wands and looking around vigilantly.

There was even a simple command platform in the middle of the street, with the Ministry of Magic badge hanging on it. Several wizards in uniform were talking in a low voice, directing others to act from time to time.

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