Night fell over Hogwarts, and a gentle breeze swept across the lake, stirring up ripples.
Devereux walked alone outside the castle, his boots making a faint rustling sound against the damp grass. Despite the chill of the night air, his mind was entirely consumed by what had just happened.
He slowly raised his wand. At its tip, a faint green light flickered and swirled between his fingers, as though some dormant power were beginning to awaken.
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