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Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of hooves echoed through the castle.
Devro galloped in.
He was still wearing slippers from the school infirmary. Or rather, Devro was currently riding—he was astride the foal that had been animated in the secret chamber, racing at full speed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
"Faster, brother, faster!"
Devro leaned over the foal's back, muttering incessantly.
He dared say that the foal's running speed was already comparable to "Sweeping the Seven Stars" (though, of course, not that fast—Sweeping the Seven Stars' top speed could reach 112 KM/H).
Still, it was much faster than Devro himself.
"Avada Kedavra!"
As the words fell, a beam of captivating green light suddenly shot through the classroom window.
Students inside immediately let out cries of terror.
Crap!
Just as Devro burst into the classroom, he caught sight of a shocked Professor Quirrell, a dead toad lying atop the podium, and a large group of sixth-year students staring at him—and his foal—in stunned astonishment.
Devro couldn't help but slap his forehead.
"Damn it! I still missed it!"
"Alexander, you're here? Professor Snape already excused you with me. I thought you would continue to rest," Quirrell's shrill voice called out.
Devro could only sigh.
He patted the foal's back, signaling it to run out of the castle on its own.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of hooves gradually faded into the distance.
"Professor, I'm fine. I can attend class normally. Um… where have we gotten to?" Devro asked, praying fervently that the Unforgivable Curses hadn't all been demonstrated yet. If they had, he'd just turn right around and go lie back down in the infirmary.
"Oh, you've come at just the right time! Haha. We've already demonstrated the most frightening—the Killing Curse. Next are the other two Unforgivable Curses. We're just about to demonstrate them. Please sit down, Alexander," Quirrell said, smiling amiably.
Hearing that there were still two left, Devro breathed a huge sigh of relief. He quickly rushed to a seat, muttering internally,
"The most frightening? More like the most captivating! Damn it, what a pity I didn't see it!"
As Devro sat down, the seniors immediately began whispering among themselves:
"Hey, this kid looks like he's only a first-year. Why is he sitting here?"
"Yeah, but I heard the professor call him Alexander just now. Looking at his blond hair... could it be...?"
"Yes, yes! That's right—he's Devro Alexander! The black wizard who helped Professor Quirrell drive away the owls from the owlery!"
"Oh my God, it's really him! He's just a first-year. That's unbelievable!"
"And he can even ride a horse at school! I heard from a Gryffindor friend that those knights running around outside were created by Alexander!"
"Yeah, it must be that his practical skills are so outstanding that he's directly attending classes with us! Amazing!"
On one hand, Devro was a Slytherin, and his friends were mainly from Gryffindor.
Now, the students present were mostly Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, so it wasn't surprising that they didn't know much about him.
But obviously, not everyone was impressed.
"Heh, what kind of Defense skills could a first-year possibly know?" sneered a Ravenclaw student.
"Probably can't even shoot sparks from his wand. All these rumors must be exaggerated. The one who really defeated the dark wizard must've been Professor Quirrell."
The speaker had light brown hair, neatly combed.
His light blue eyes revealed a clever but slightly contemptuous look.
Dressed in a spotless school uniform, he appeared both refined and a little arrogant.
Hearing his words, the students who had been praising Devro awkwardly quieted down.
Most nodded in agreement with him.
"Indeed. He's still a child. How could he have possibly had the skills to contend with a dark wizard?"
"Yes, Wells is right. Professor Quirrell must have saved him."
However, some students still raised doubts:
"But if that's the case, why is Alexander still attending class with us?"
This question left Wells, the bespectacled Ravenclaw, at a loss for words.
He couldn't come up with a rebuttal.
Even though there were several desks between them, Devro still heard the conversation clearly.
But what made him excited wasn't anger—it was wanting to give that student a high five!
These past few days, the title of "driving away the dark wizard" had been driving Devro crazy.
Everyone wanted to ask about his "heroic battle" again and again.
He had patiently explained countless times that the dark wizard was already dead when he entered the owlery.
Devro turned his head and looked directly at Wells.
Seeing Devro's gaze, Wells arched his eyebrow slightly in provocation.
But to his surprise, Devro simply smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.
Wells froze, confused.
Was Devro provoking him?
His face darkened.
"Brat! Hmph, so arrogant—typical Slytherin!"
Thinking that Devro had turned back around, Wells scowled.
"If this kid was in sixth grade too, I'd crush him at the Dueling Club! What a pity!"
Meanwhile, Devro looked around the classroom and immediately spotted Marcus sitting in a corner.
He waved to him excitedly—
—but Marcus only lifted his eyelids slightly, gave a perfunctory smile, then quickly turned his gaze elsewhere and walked toward Professor Quirrell's side.
That subtle change made a wave of worry rise in Devro's heart.
He couldn't help but frown.
"Hmm, it seems the plan to deal with Quirrell needs to be expedited."
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The sound of tapping on the blackboard suddenly rang out, immediately drawing everyone's attention and interrupting the discussions about Devro.
"Alright, everyone, let's continue with today's demonstration of the next spell," Quirrell announced.
He asked Marcus to place the dead toad into a cage.
Devro noticed there were three toads inside—it seemed they were the props for demonstrating the Unforgivable Curses today.
Devro suddenly regretted not bringing Aier along.
He chuckled to himself:
"For Aier, this would be a horror movie!"
As Professor Quirrell extracted another toad from the cage, Devro watched his movements with rapt attention.
This time, he was determined not to miss a single detail!
However—
Just as he was fully focused, an indescribable feeling crept over him again, making him frown involuntarily.
"I always feel like something important is missing from today's class..."
Devro pondered to himself, trying to recall what key information he might have overlooked.
But for the moment, he couldn't think of anything.
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