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De Vero was about to take action, however, a harsh laugh suddenly came from the golden beads in the palm of his palm.

"Hahahaha--Your professor is dead!!"

Muhammad's voice was sharp and rampant, like a poisonous snake who was still unwilling to be outdone in desperate situations.

"Even if you treat me like this, I will return to the Lord's kingdom in no time! Hahaha!"

His tone was filled with a kind of almost crazy excitement, without fear or scruples, as if he didn't care about his own fate at all.

De Vero's expression did not change at all, but just stared at the beads in his palm.

He knew that this crazy attitude was not because of courage, but because of the soul-confinement technique that erased the fear of death - Muhammad had lost his emotions as a "human", leaving only pure faith fanaticism and unconcealed Face.

Originally, De Vero could have blocked his voice directly, allowing him to wail in this bead forever without being heard.

But he didn't do that.

Because the malice that had just been suppressed in my heart slowly rose at this moment.

His fingers tightened slightly, his eyes were cold, and his lips silently spit out a spell—

"Hearting and heart-wrenching."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ! ! !

A heart-wrenching scream exploded in the beads.

Even though Muhammad had no substance, his soul was still torn apart by pain, and every inch of his consciousness was swallowed up by bone-breaking torture.

His facial features twisted violently in the beads, struggling frantically, as if he wanted to escape the abyss of torture.

De Vero listened quietly.

The voice calmed down a little bit of anger in his heart—but it was only a little bit.

However, even after the extreme pain, Muhammad's clamor did not stop.

His voice was hoarse, but he was still crazy and crazy.

"Soon soon! Soon soon! The messenger of the Lord will come!

"The advent ceremony is about to be completed-!"

De Vero narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes so cold that it seemed to freeze the air.

"Arrival ceremony, is it?"

His voice was very light, but he had a sharp murderous intent.

"Wait--your Lord, I will let him go with him to be buried."

He raised his hand, and the golden ball that imprisoned the soul in his palm was trembling slightly. Mohammed's facial features were constantly deforming and twisting, his mouth wide open, and he was still making endless curses and laughing wildly.

De Vero did not take a look, but threw the bead into Al's mouth on his shoulder.

The toad bite directly without hesitation and swallowed the bead in an instant without even making any sound.

——But DeVero's fingertips trembled slightly at this moment.

His reason is still tightly suppressing his emotions.

But the shock and pain still surged up silently like a tide.

Snape...dead?

He forced himself not to think about it, but his heart still tightened.

——It seems like something has been stripped away little by little as time goes by.

His brain was running rapidly, trying to mobilize every bit of logic to deal with the impending crisis.

But at the same time, some sealed memories emerged uncontrollably.

——The night he first made the potion.

In the dark cellar, the smell of potions was suffocating, and the flames under the boiler shone on Snape's pale face, casting deep shadows.

“The stirring method is wrong.”

Snape's voice was low and cold, and he said, knocking DeVero's back with his wand.

Bang!

The scorching pain suddenly came.

De Vero subconsciously shrank his hand, and held back and didn't shout, but he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart-

What the hell is he doing with this damn old bat?

But Snape just glanced at him, his tone still cold, without any temperature:

“If you stir the wrong way, the efficacy may be released at the wrong time and may even cause the entire agent to fail.”

"Or, just let someone die."

De Vero disagreed at the time, and only felt that this person was always mysterious.

"Life and death are just a line of separation."

Snape whispered, his black eyes as deep as the night, as if he could see through life and death.

——Now, DeVero understands that death can be so sudden.

But the man who taught him to make potions, the cold and mean man who was always hidden in the shadow, was dead.

This shouldn't be the case.

He knew better than anyone else what kind of person Snape was.

Cold, rational, and calculating, but... I shouldn't die so quickly.

His death was like a sudden crack, tearing open something that shouldn't have been broken.

De Vero gritted his teeth hard, and the emotions in his eyes rolled over the sea like a strong wind, stirring up waves, but were suppressed again.

There is no time to be sad.

He has to end it all.

De Vero lifted his head and took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs, calming him down again.

De Vero took a deep breath, closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions.

He mobilized his mind and used the meditation method to remove his thoughts from anger and grief.

His breathing was steady and his heart beat slowed down. His will was like a sword that was sharpened, calm and restrained.

Snape's death is an unchangeable fact, but at this moment, he cannot let anger blind his judgment.

At the Hogwarts booth, the golden cover was still trembling violently.

Countless Tyndalus Hounds rushed towards the barrier one after another.

De Vero stood aside, staring at the scene with deep eyes, falling into thought.

Mohammed's memory does not lie.

If that information is true—then Snape did die at the hands of the enemy.

Where is he now?

Have you arrived in the kingdom of Anubis?

This thought flashed through his mind and was then wiped out by him.

This is not the time to think about these things.

De Vero shook his head, suppressed the turbulent anger in his heart again, and focused all his attention on the situation in front of him.

The most important thing right now is to solve these monsters.

Muhammad's memory reveals many key information.

These Tyndalus Hounds attacks were not just a simple slaughter—they were preparing for some more terrifying arrival.

Their purpose is to establish an "anchor" in this world to provide the basis for the arrival of the so-called "high-dimensional master".

De Vero's brow frowned slightly, thinking about the enemy's layout.

According to memory, these Tindaross Hounds were just "appetizers", and what was really scary was the "stable body" - that is, the giant hound leader before.

Compared with ordinary hunting dogs, the stable body has a strong mental pollution ability, and ordinary wizards cannot maintain their rationality under their influence.

But De Vero's own mental stability is far beyond ordinary people. He can look directly at the existence of that monster without being eroded by the spirit.

In fact, he had just seen a few fallen people in the crowd-their reason was washed away and completely collapsed.

But the worst is still behind.

According to Mohammed's memory, there will be a stronger presence to take over here later.

If this advent ceremony is completed, the entire Diagon Alley - or even further away, may be completely transformed into a dead land.

By then, everyone here will die completely.

Mohammed's memory did not clearly point to what the start switch of the advent ceremony was, but only knew that it was in Blackwood's hands.

But what switch? How to start? Everything is vague.

De Vero frowned, thinking about possible clues.

But without key information, he was unable to make effective reasoning, and naturally he could not directly prevent the ritual from starting.

So, from a rational point of view, the most important thing he is now not to worry about the unknown details of the ceremony, but to evacuate everyone here as soon as possible.

Only when you are alive is meaningful.

He slowly let out a breath and turned his gaze to the crowd gathering at the door.

Thanks to his timely action, many people still survived in the exhibition hall. They gathered together in groups of three or three, with shock, fear and uneasiness on their faces.

But more obvious is the gaze they looked at him - a tremor of near awe.

They dare not look at him.

Even if they just meet his eyes, they will instinctively lower their heads, as if they are facing some kind of terrifying existence beyond understanding.

However, there is only one exception.

A girl with silver hair.

She stood on the edge of the crowd, not shy away from her head like the others did.

She looked straight at DeVero, without the tremor of awe in her eyes, but a... strange emotion.

De Vero was slightly stunned, but then he withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, he no longer had the energy to pay attention to a child's complex emotions.

However, a detail appeared in his memory - it seemed that there was something in her hand.

My clone had specially left a note to remind myself to retrieve a certain memory.

And that note...

It's in the hands of this girl.

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