Hogwarts.
Outside the Great Hall.
Devero walked over stiffly.
The information Dumbledore had just given him was simply too much to take in.
He found it hard to accept all at once.
"Devero, your mother's family was once a very prominent Muggle family in France, and Constantine was an alchemist, someone Muggles couldn't understand. That's why your ancestors took your mother's surname, and kept it through your generation."
"Only a handful of people knew of the connection between them, including the Order of Hermits."
"And your father... To be honest, he was very mysterious. I knew very little about him, but I can say for certain that he was, um, the most talented wizard I've ever met besides you."
"It all began when your parents came to Britain when you were two. For some reason, they joined the Order of Hermits, then betrayed it seven years ago and stole an extremely precious treasure. As a result... everyone in your family was hunted down indiscriminately. As far as we know, none of them survived."
Standing outside the Great Hall's doors,
Devero weakly covered his forehead with one hand.
The sheer amount of information left him exhausted.
To be honest,
Devero didn't care how his parents had died.
He hadn't known them well, and felt no attachment to them.
All he wanted now was to live a quiet, ordinary life.
He didn't want to get involved with some mysterious organization full of strange people.
The only reason he'd written to Lovegood was to study the Microscopic World.
Hopefully, he could achieve something in his research.
That would pave the way for him to keep increasing his abilities with the Entry System.
But he'd never imagined that he had such a terrifying background—or such a terrifying enemy.
Still,
Devero hadn't completely