Chapter 83

"So Voldemort has separated from Quirrell at this time! No wonder Quirrell had such a strange reaction just now!"

Devereaux stood outside the Hogwarts dining hall.

Hold the wall with both hands.

His face was covered in cold sweat.

His stomach kept churning.

The urge to retching arose.

Devereaux immediately began to regulate his breathing.

Run a meditation technique to calm yourself down quickly.

A chill surged into his mind, slightly cooling down Devereux's brain.

Devereux immediately began to organize his current information.

"There are two possibilities for Quirrell and Voldemort to separate."

Devero thought.

The first is that Quirrell reshaped Voldemort's body like Pettigrew in the original work.

But this possibility is very small.

Devereaux thought back for a moment.

In this short week.

Quirrell had no chance of contacting Harry.

Not to mention forcing Harry to donate his blood.

And there should be no chance to obtain Tom Riddle I's bone Quirrell.

It's not even certain whether Voldemort knows such a spell now.

Devero frowned at the thought.

Because in this case, Voldemort would have only one way left to escape from Quirrell.

That is...finding a new host! ! !

And who is most likely to become this host right now?

Bang!

Devereaux slammed his hand against the wall.

Escape from a shallow state of meditation.

His face was full of regret and anger.

It startled a group of chirping first-year Hufflepuffs who had just passed by.

"Devereux, are you okay?"

Then one of the Hufflepuffs in the team recognized Devereux.

He stepped forward and asked with concern.

He is the male classmate Devereux met on the ship to Hogwarts, Spinters.

But Devereux was in his own world at the moment.

"Don't you have to think about it? It must be Marcus!"

"Let me tell you, how can you let a school student be a teaching assistant in such a good way!"

at this moment.

He turned sharply.

His eyes flicked over Spinters irritably.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm fine, thank you."

The words just fell.

He waved his wand.

"Shidun is dispatched!"

despair! despair! despair!

With a crisp sound.

The rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.

The crowd at the entrance of the canteen froze for a moment.

All eyes were focused on a galloping pony.

"ah!"

The crowd suddenly screamed in shock.

They spread out to both sides.

And at this time.

Everyone saw that the first-year Slytherin who had just waved his wand was still standing there.

The wand was raised high.

His gaze remained unwavering.

Head straight towards the oncoming pony.

Saw the horses approaching.

Many people have closed their eyes.

I didn't dare to witness the tragedy that was about to happen.

"Devereux, watch out!"

Spinters screamed.

But at this moment.

Devereux waved his wand again.

The figure jumped up.

Flip deftly in the air.

Landing perfectly on the back of that galloping pony!

There was a flood of exclamations.

I saw him and the horse rushing out of the crowd.

Galloping towards the depths of the castle.

"Oh my God! Who is that?"

"It seems to be Alexander from Slytherin! Can our school have horses now?"

"I don't know!"

——

The fourth door to the left of the statue of Boris the Fool

Washroom for prefects only.

"Master, the plan was successful. The Auror will probably come tonight."

Marcus was alone in the bathroom.

But he didn't go down to the bathroom, which was the size of a swimming pool, to take a bath.

Instead, he stood next to the pool and looked into a dark corner.

It seemed as if someone was waiting for his report.

A strange laughter came from the shadows.

The sound was like a razor blade cutting through the air.

Sharp and harsh.

It was difficult to tell whether the voice belonged to a human being or some other creature.

"Haha, Quirrell did one last thing for me."

The voice echoed faintly.

With a hint of dark irony.

"Isn't the reward less for him?"

"Of course, not a drop was missing, it was all given to him."

Marcus replied with a serious expression.

The scarlet color in his eyes became more and more obvious.

"Okay, ha, if the guys from Tindaros hadn't suddenly come over, I wouldn't have thought of this method... Then the next goal is to get the magic stone and bring Alexander to our side, you and him We have a good relationship, can we do it?”

The Master in the Shadows issues Marcus the next step in his mission.

But the unquestionable tone in his tone brought a very strong pressure.

Marcus's expression stiffened slightly.

There was a trace of hesitation in the eyes

"Master, Devereaux is... very smart and I don't think we can bring him down without being exposed."

"clever?"

The voice in the shadow sneered lowly.

It was like a cold wind blowing through the dead night.

"No matter how smart you are, a Imperius Curse can solve it. Do you understand what I mean?"

"It's the master! My subordinates understand!"

Marcus lowered his head in fear.

It seems that the anger of the owner in front of me is very scary.

"Okay, let's get started. When the Aurors come, remember to deal with your memory."

Something seemed to be trembling in the shadow.

It should be leaving.

"Yes."

Marcus bowed his head very respectfully.

At this time.

Tap! Tat! Tat!

There was a sudden sound of rapid horse hooves and heavy objects stepping on the ground outside the bathroom.

The sound seemed to hit Marcus' eardrums.

The air was instantly tense.

The existence in the shadow snorted coldly.

"Humph, Dumbledore created such a patrolling knight group, which is very difficult to deal with. Ordinary spells are useless against them. If you have to fight them in the future, use the killing curse directly without hesitation."

Then he instantly turned into a black shadow and left through the open window.

Leaving the cold and quiet bathroom behind.

Marcus respectfully waited for the black shadow to leave.

Then he instantly pulled out the wand from his waist.

He stared at the bathroom door.

Because he heard——

Tap! Tat! Tat!

The sound of horse hooves stopped at the door.

No doubt.

It was coming for him!

But Marcus was not particularly worried.

After all, the prefect's bathroom required a password to enter.

These knights should not know.

Sure enough.

A voice came from the door asking for the password.

Low and mechanical.

"Password?"

There was a deathly silence outside the door.

A strange voice came after a moment.

It sounded like he was deliberately speaking in a hoarse voice.

Slowly said.

"The fragrance of pine wood."

Marcus was relieved immediately.

It seemed that the other party really didn't know what the password was this year.

The door did not move at all.

And the man outside the door seemed unwilling.

He turned the handle roughly.

He tried to enter again.

The door asked again.

"Password?"

Click! Click! Click!

There was another sound of horse hooves outside the door.

It should be far away.

Marcus was completely relieved.

Put the wand back into his waist.

Suddenly.

A low spell sounded like thunder-

"Thunder Explosion!"

Boom!

The violent explosion shook the entire bathroom.

Marcus only felt a hot shock wave suddenly hit him.

He was shocked into the air.

Hit the wall!

Before he could come to his senses.

He saw the door and the wall on one side were blown into pieces.

Dust and broken stones flew everywhere.

The bathroom fell into chaos.

Suddenly Marcus' heart beat wildly.

The coldness pierced into his bones like a knife.