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"Well, surprisingly good."

Keim's deep voice carried a hint of lazy pleasure.

The white smoke slowly coming out of his nostrils and ears made him look like a precision machine in operation.

The fish plate in front of him was surrounded by thick fog.

The blue light and shadow swayed slightly with his breathing.

"It's much more pleasing to the eye than those 'creative dishes' I've eaten in New England."

"This is their signature dish, the Abyss Salt Eel. They are the only one in the world that can make it like this."

Dumbledore took a sip of the aperitif.

He looked at the "old friend" opposite with a smile.

The latter elegantly cut off a small piece of fish with a table knife.

Slowly put it into his mouth.

The action was so natural that it seemed like he was a veteran who had been in and out of such occasions for many years.

"I didn't expect you to invite me to be a teacher. "

Kem spoke slowly.

There was a playful smile in his voice.

Dumbledore heard this.

The hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.

The corner of his eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

"If you are not deeply involved in the study of the dark arts, then there may be no dark arts in this world."

His tone was sincere without a trace of flattery.

Kem stared at him for a moment.

Then he chuckled.

Obviously he did not take this as a compliment.

He slowly put down the silver knife and fork.

The body leaned forward slightly.

The eyes seemed to be a bottomless abyss.

Looking straight at Dumbledore.

"Albus, you know, I have a lot of things to do in the United States. He is about to wake up, and the sacrifice ceremony must be held smoothly. Maybe I can't accept your invitation."

Dumbledore met his gaze calmly.

Took a sip of wine calmly.

"What if I can give you a degree that you have to accept? "

Kem raised his lips.

He had a half-smile on his face.

"Oh? Albus, you know, I'm not interested in anything from your side. I..."

He said.

He leaned forward slightly.

He lowered his voice a little.

He slithered into Dumbledore's ear like a snake.

"In my eyes, there's only you."

The two of them met eyes.

The restaurant seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

The light of the crystal chandelier enveloped them.

The air froze for a moment.

Finally, it was broken by a chuckle from Kem.

He stood up.

Leaned back in his chair again.

He picked up the napkin and wiped his hands.

"Thank you for your kindness, Albus,"

He said, standing up.

He put on his coat gracefully.

He walked to the door and picked up his hat.

The tone seemed to announce his departure.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but unfortunately, I have to leave first. "

Just took a step.

A barely audible whisper came from behind.

"I promise you."

Keim stopped moving instantly.

He turned his head slowly.

The smile on his face gradually spread.

A row of white teeth were revealed.

"Albus, you really make me unable to refuse."

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"Professor, how is this possible? I think it is right to suspend classes, but why can't even the Quidditch field be used?"

"I have told you many times, Wood, that we have to wait until the Aurors finish their work, and I believe that missing one or two training sessions will not prevent Gryffindor from winning the Quidditch Cup, after all, other colleges have not trained either."

"That's why, Professor, we have to take advantage of the time when other colleges are not training..."

....

Deveraux sat cross-legged on the hospital bed.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"This Wood is really a Quidditch fanatic, he wants to play even if his life is at stake. "

At this time, he was practicing Zen.

Three days had passed.

Originally, he was only supposed to stay for one day.

But Madam Pomfrey insisted on arranging a soul test for him.

We are applying for equipment.

So he was forced to stay in the hospital for three days.

During this time, he lay in the hospital bored.

The school infirmary was like a golden bell.

It trapped him tightly.

Madam Pomfrey stared at him so closely that it was outrageous.

Even when he tried to use Transfiguration to make a textbook to read.

She would stop him mercilessly.

"Alexander, you stay in my infirmary honestly, don't do those fancy things anymore. "

These are her exact words.

On the other hand, he felt that his reserved entertainment program.

It was no longer feasible to laugh at Snape.

After his sleep.

When he woke up, he found that Snape was no longer in the bed next to him.

Instead, there was an Auror whose arm was broken by a stone.

I heard from Madam Pomfrey that Snape strongly requested to change the bed.

Now he can only practice every day.

After all, there is no fun to find.

The results of these three days of training are remarkable - now his perception ability can cover the entire second floor of the castle.

At this time, his perception can cover the entire second floor of the castle.

That is to say, if the current Deveraux returns to the prefect's bathroom at that time.

He doesn't need to run to the hall to know what happened there.

Just now.

He used this ability to "eavesdrop" on the movements in Professor McGonagall's office.

It can only be said that Wood is worthy of being Harry's most fanatical person about Quidditch.

After being attacked by dark wizards in the school.

Almost every day he came to Professor McGonagall to apply for training grounds.

Of course, he was rejected without hesitation.

Recently, the way he trained his perception ability was to constantly eavesdrop on what happened in the entire castle.

But I really didn't see Snape in the castle.

I don't know if he went to St. Mungo's to recuperate.

During this period, he also consciously helped the Aurors search for clues of Voldemort in the castle.

But there was no clue at all.

It was as if Voldemort had already left Hogwarts Castle.

But now he had no human host.

He really couldn't be too arrogant.

Deveraux stretched.

He came out of meditation.

He jumped out of bed.

It was almost time for dinner.

Their meals would appear directly on their bedside table.

Very convenient.

This was one of the few things Deveraux had been looking forward to these days.

Now he was going to wash his face and wake up.

Then he would eat.

Just as he walked to the door of the bathroom.

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.

He looked back.

It was Madam Pomfrey.

There was also an adult wizard he had never seen before.

He had shoulder-length brown curly hair.

He tied it into a neat bun.

He had a warm smile on his face.

The wizard was wearing the same nursing uniform as Madam Pomfrey.

But he was obviously an outsider.

"Alexander."

Madam Pomfrey saw him standing up from the bed.

Her brows knitted together instantly.

Her tone was so cold that it could freeze the air.

"You should just stay in bed."

Deveraux scratched his head.

He was about to explain that he was just going to wash his face.

He heard Madam Pomfrey take a step to the side.

She introduced the wizard behind him.

"This is Melinda Price, the receptionist at St. Mungo's Hospital, who will take you to the soul test."

"Go to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Deveraux opened his eyes wide in shock.