Devereux walked along the winding staircase toward the dungeon classroom, tucking a lunchbox under one arm with an expression of utter disgust. As he walked, he flicked his Wand, meticulously scrubbing away the saliva-like residue left on his shoes.
Once finished, he glanced at his wristwatch and frowned slightly. He was one minute late.
He let out a long sigh, composed himself, and pushed open the door to the laboratory.
Chapter 176