Chapter 106

[Name: Alice Longbottom]

[Age: 33 years old]

[Spell Library:...]

[Entry: Brave Heart (Purple), Martyr (Purple), Magical Potential (Blue)]

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[Brave heart: Bravery is the foundation of your character. When someone touches your bottom line, your courage will burst out and you will become the leader of the crowd! 】

[Martyr (Purple): You are willing to sacrifice for your ideals and will forever become a new spiritual totem for your successors. 】

[Magic Potential (Blue): Has the potential to become a wizard. 】

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Devereaux walked out of the hospital room with a heavy heart.

Carefully close the small door you created.

Then wave your wand.

Let the walls return to their original shape.

He leaned against the cold wall.

He lowered his head and thought.

There was a hint of confusion and heaviness that he had never seen before between his brows.

"What will my future look like?"

Do you want to become a magic school teacher who comes up with new inventions from time to time in the future?

He recalled his efforts along the way.

From the beginning, I just wanted to protect myself.

Continuously improve combat effectiveness.

Until now.

His abilities are enough to scare away ordinary dark wizards.

Even in the face of stronger enemies.

As long as it's not Dumbledore or the complete Voldemort.

He can compete head-on.

The significance of this.

Devereux never doubted it.

But that's why.

He began to think about a deeper question.

Is power really enough?

The thin and haggard appearance of Alice Longbottom came to mind.

The kind witch whose soul was destroyed by the Cruciatus Curse.

And the candy wrapper in her hand that had been kneaded countless times.

"People like her, families like the Longbottoms, what can I do for them?"

he couldn't help but ask himself.

Devereaux's thoughts gradually began to surge.

His [Magic Spirit Body] talent may be a breakthrough.

"If I can develop a magic potion that can repair soul wounds, will it be possible for patients like Alice to find themselves again?"

"If I could improve the werewolf potion, would it be possible for werewolves like Lupine to completely get rid of wolfsbane and no longer suffer monthly torture?"

This series of thoughts made Devero's heart throb like never before.

He might be able to do more than just pursue power.

You can also use your abilities to change the world.

No longer for myself.

But for those in need.

He stood up straight.

Take a deep breath.

He looked up at the dim light at the end of the corridor.

Once upon a time.

His effort is to survive.

And now.

What he wanted was something more—a meaning.

Devereux patted his forehead lightly.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, it's settled."

The potion items in hand now are except polyjuice potion.

We also need to add a potion to heal wounds on the soul level and an upgraded version of the Wolfsbane potion!

——

then.

Devereux raised his arms.

"It's almost time, it's time to go back."

He turned and walked towards the sixth floor.

Follow a familiar route to a place you have stayed at before.

Relying on the Illusion Body Curse.

He easily avoided the sight of the two Aurors.

Use transfiguration to create a hole in the wall of the tea room.

After walking in swaggeringly.

He quickly restored the walls to their original appearance.

Leave no trace behind.

Enter the tea room.

Devereaux looked around.

After confirming that no one is paying attention.

Quietly turned the substitute into a small wooden pier.

Then he raised his hand.

Dropped it into Al's belly.

This series of actions flowed smoothly.

When the nurse turned her head.

All he saw was the "stunned" Devero himself, sitting blankly on the small sofa.

to be honest.

It's a bit difficult to pretend to be someone who is greatly frightened.

But not bad.

Devereaux sat down on the small sofa.

I fell asleep immediately.

After all, he had just experienced a big battle and was running up and down the hospital.

I didn’t even sleep even after taking a nap.

You will fall asleep naturally.

Hazy.

He vaguely felt that he was being moved.

He barely opened his eyes.

I saw Professor McGonagall angrily scolding an Auror.

The Auror had wild hair like a lion.

His face was serious but he seemed a little guilty.

"My student has become like this, and you still want to take him to the Ministry of Magic? I will not allow it!" Professor McGonagall's voice trembled with anger.

Devereaux was confused.

What has become of yourself?

The nurse quickly helped.

"Yes, this child has typical aphasia now, and you won't be able to find out anything even if you take him away."

"aphasia?"

Devero's heart skipped a beat.

What's wrong with me?

How come I don't know?

Before he could ask anything.

The Auror was silent for a moment.

Finally sighed.

Nodding hard.

Then he turned sideways.

Make way.

Devereux felt himself being lifted off the small sofa by Professor McGonagall.

Then he was pulled down the stairs by Professor McGonagall.

He heard two Aurors behind him say to the leading Auror.

"Yes, no matter what you ask that kid, he will just shake his head. At present, it seems that nothing can be asked, and... Hogwarts thinks highly of him, and his last name..."

Then Deveraux could not hear anything.

He understood now.

It was all because of the performance of the animated double he had made for himself before.

It made these people feel that they were scared.

Deveraux could not help but twitch his mouth.

It seems that his Transfiguration is really strong.

These Aurors can't see it.

Follow Professor McGonagall down the stairs.

They soon arrived at the waiting room.

Just when Deveraux thought he could get away safely.

A familiar white figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor-it was the doctor he met on the fourth floor before.

Deveraux immediately lowered his head.

He tried to pretend not to see it.

But the doctor obviously noticed him.

He strode over.

He greeted Professor McGonagall enthusiastically.

"Professor McGonagall, long time no see!"

Professor McGonagall showed a rare gentle smile on her face.

"Smith, it's been a long time since we last met. It seems that you have done well after graduation and are now a doctor."

"Yes, professor, I am in the Department of Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning."

Smith smiled modestly.

Then he pointed at Deveraux.

He said half-jokingly.

"Just now I saw the little friend you brought wandering around the hospital."

Deveraux lowered his head at a greater angle.

He wanted to crawl into the floor.

He didn't dare to look at Professor McGonagall's expression.

He was so nervous that his throat was in his throat.

However.

Unexpectedly.

Professor McGonagall just responded calmly.

"Oh? Really? Then I have to teach him a lesson."

She didn't ask any more questions.

She didn't question Deveraux's behavior at the moment.

But she held his hand tighter.

She said calmly.

"Well, it's getting late, Smith, I'm leaving first. I wish you good luck with your work."

"Okay, professor, be careful on the road."

Smith watched them leave.

He also touched Deveraux's head.

Like teasing a child.

Then Deveraux and Professor McGonagall walked to the long and narrow room that Ms. Prout brought him to before.

At this time, there was still only the elderly witch in the room.

Professor McGonagall walked up to her.

He handed her something.

What exactly was it?

Deveraux didn't see clearly.

The witch asked without raising her head.

"Where to?"

Professor McGonagall replied.

"Hogwarts Hospital."

The man nodded slightly.

Then he picked up a dirty toilet seat from behind.

He waved the wand up and down.

He chanted.

"Mentos!"

Then the toilet seat trembled for a while.

It emitted a strange blue light.

Then it gradually stopped.

Then he turned dirty again.

[Ding! ]

[New spell has been stored! ]

Deverot didn't expect to learn a spell at this time.

But he didn't have the mind to pay attention to the use of the new spell.

He was only worried that Professor McGonagall had discovered that he was not in the tea room at that time.

Professor McGonagall still didn't say anything.

She just took the toilet seat from the old witch's hand.

Then she put it on the ground and let Deverot put his finger on it.

Then.

Deverot heard the old witch slowly say.

"Get ready, three... two... one!"

Then Deverot felt a force pulling up at his navel.

The world spun around.

After a while.

They were back in the small room where they had set out for St. Mungo's.

This time Deverot was prepared.

He landed smoothly.

He didn't fall like last time.

Professor McGonagall just glanced at him.

Then he walked out.

He looked at Professor McGonagall.

He hesitated for a moment.

He mustered up the courage to ask.

"Professor, don't you want to ask me something?"

Professor McGonagall turned her head and glanced at him.

She asked calmly.

"What?"

Deveraux scratched his head.

He said carefully.

"It's... what the doctor said, that I was wandering around."

Unexpectedly.

Professor McGonagall chuckled.

"If you mean that you used a substitute to fool the Auror, then I don't think it's a big deal. Just consider it as you have completed the homework for this week's Transfiguration class."

Hearing this.

Deveraux felt relieved.

He smiled and continued.

"But professor, I don't have to do homework!"

Professor McGonagall's face darkened.

"Oh? Well, from today on, you must do homework!"

Deveraux regretted it instantly.

He wanted to slap himself twice.

"What are you talking nonsense about!"

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