Chapter 110

"Haha, I'm fine. Do you believe what Malfoy said?"

Devereux laughed and shook his head.

Picking up a piece of pumpkin pie.

Returned to his seat.

Hermione pouted.

With a small glass of pumpkin juice and a croissant.

Sit next to him.

The two of them chatted about recent events while eating.

Hermione was shocked by what Devereaux had experienced in the past two days.

The expressions on his face are richer than the illustrations in Hogwarts History.

First, he said that when he was in school, he cooperated with the professor and Aurors to chase down the dark wizard hiding in the school.

They had obviously heard about Quirrell being a dark wizard.

Hermione wasn't particularly surprised when Devereux mentioned it.

"What did you say? Marcus is actually an undercover agent of the dark wizard?!"

She almost dropped the bread in her hand.

"Yes, fortunately he was exposed early, otherwise I don't know what would have happened."

Devereux said as he sipped his porridge.

Hermione looked incredulous.

But then his attention was attracted by the silver-skinned giant described by Devereaux - the monster that even Aurors and professors couldn't deal with.

It was actually solved by Devereaux's spell!

"So in the end, it just fell down?"

Hermione's eyes widened.

His tone was full of doubt and admiration.

"Well, that's it."

Devereux mumbled his way through it.

Of course he wouldn't tell Hermione.

I used the Death Curse among the three unforgivable curses.

After all, he didn't want to be talked about all day long.

Hermione listened with rapt attention.

Not even a few bites of bread were touched.

"But why are you taking such risks?"

Hermione frowned.

"Chasing the dark wizard is something you shouldn't be doing at all!"

Devereaux spread his hands helplessly.

"I am also forced to have no choice. I can't just watch them run away, right?"

Hermione snorted.

Clearly not satisfied with this explanation.

"Next time you are so reckless, and the dark wizard cannot take your life, then I will come to Professor McGonagall to do it for you!"

Devereux nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, Lord Granger is right, I will definitely not do it next time."

Devereaux then told her about the subsequent trip to St. Mungo's.

It was said that Madam Pomfrey was worried.

He was forced to go for a checkup.

Hearing that he was attacked in the hospital.

Hermione turned pale with horror.

Devereux laughed.

He is completely capable of defeating such an attack.

Hermione gave him a hard look.

"You are downplaying it! What if they are stronger? What if you are injured? Can you be more careful about your life?"

He never tired of telling Devereux to pay attention to safety.

Devereux smiled and nodded.

Not a moment.

People came one after another in the canteen.

After breakfast.

The two left the auditorium together.

Hermione talked enthusiastically about her experiences in Hogsmeade with Harry and Ron these past few days.

She went to various shops in Hogsmeade with Ron Harry.

"Honeydukes' candies are really great! I bought some frosted quills and flying fish, and I'll give them to you to try at noon!"

"There's also butterbeer. The Three Broomsticks taste better than I imagined!"

Devereux smiled at that.

"You are only a first year and can go to Hogsmeade early. You are really a blessing in disguise."

Speaking of which, Devereux only had Transfiguration class with them now.

It happens to be the first class on Monday.

Thinking about it this way, Devero himself now has an entry for [Transformed Spirit].

It doesn’t feel like much fun to go to first grade classes again.

Why don't you talk to Professor McGonagall after class and ask him to take the upper-level courses.

When I think about it.

The two were talking.

Just walked to the door of the cafeteria.

He ran into Draco Malfoy head-on.

Malfoy's eyes widened.

It was like seeing a ghost.

"You...how did you-"

Devereaux walked past him calmly.

Ignore him at all.

Go halfway.

Hermione stopped suddenly.

I ran to a sign and took a look at it.

Then he shouted back.

"Devereux, didn't you go to the upper-grade Charms class before? Then did you join this duel club?"

"Duel Club?"

Devereaux was stunned for a moment.

Then I remembered that I heard someone mention it during Quirrell's last class.

But at that time, his mind was filled with research on the Unforgivable Curse.

Didn't take it to heart at all.

"Didn't go."

He shook his head.

Hermione nodded.

"Yes, you've been through so many things recently, so it's normal that you didn't participate. But it's a pity. I heard that Professor Flitwick also mentioned that the champion will receive a particularly powerful dueling spell!"

"A particularly powerful spell?"

Devereaux's eyebrows rose.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, it is said to be the magic spell used by Professor Flitwick to win the duel championship when he was young!"

Hermione said with regret.

"If you have time to participate, you will definitely have a good chance."

Devereux stood there.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"The magic spell at the bottom of the box? Okay, it's kind of interesting."

Devereaux and Hermione chatted all the way to the Transfiguration classroom.

Then separated.

Everyone returned to their seats in the academy.

Devereux walked towards the Slytherin area.

Hermione returned to Gryffindor.

Just sat down.

Harry and Ron waved to him excitedly.

But the time they entered the classroom was too tight.

We have just crossed the threshold.

Professor McGonagall's stern gaze had already glanced over.

The two of them were so frightened that they immediately sat back down.

Devereux glanced at Malfoy and his followers not far away.

Those guys looked as if they had swallowed toad eggs.

He looked like he had seen a ghost.

As if he shouldn't be here at all.

Of course, Devereaux couldn't be bothered with them.

Today's course content is still the basic transfiguration - turning matches into needles.

Most students have been able to complete it successfully.

Only Neville and a few classmates were still struggling.

Several wires popped out of the tip of Neville's little match.

But it couldn't turn into a real needle.

He was sweating profusely.

Tried several times but failed.

Devereaux was a little bit upset.

Wanted to go over and help him.

But Transfiguration and Potions are different.

Many times it requires the caster's own talent and precise control.

Neville's current level.

Relying on outside guidance is of little use.

Malfoy saw Neville's anxious look.

Suddenly he started laughing quietly with the followers beside him.

The sound was just low enough for Gryffindor to hear.

But Professor McGonagall couldn't hear clearly.

Malfoy proudly took a match and turned it into a needle.

Then it turned into a match again.

"Oh, why is this so rare? Why can't some people learn it?"

As soon as this was said, his followers all joined in and laughed.

Neville turned even paler at that.

The wand was waved with increasing force.

Then Devereaux suddenly had an idea.

Think about the whole life.

He picked up a match.

Wave your wand gently.

He whispered a spell.

The match instantly twisted and deformed.

then.

A white flying dove flapped its wings.

It flapped its wings and flew up to the ceiling.

It hovered gracefully in mid-air in the classroom.

"Oh my God! Is that alive?!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the classroom.

The students looked up one after another.

His eyes followed the flying pigeon.

"Who made it? Can actually turn matches into living things!"

"It's amazing. I can't even make a match shake slightly, but someone can actually make it fly!"

"Who else could it be? It must be Devereaux! Who else has this ability besides him?"

For a while.

All eyes were on Devereux.

His eyes were full of adoration and admiration.

Although everyone has gradually become accustomed to the surprises he continues to bring.

But turn an inanimate object into a living flying pigeon.

Such a difficult transformation technique.

Usually they can only see it from Professor McGonagall!

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the podium.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

But it didn't seem particularly surprising.

She already knew about Devereux's talent.

"Yes, Devereaux, 20 points for Slytherin."

Her tone remained as serious as ever.

But there was a hint of approval in his eyes.

But after the extra points were announced.

Professor McGonagall glanced around the classroom.

reminded seriously.

"But I want to reiterate that no matter how talented everyone is, everyone must complete their homework as required."

When saying this.

She made a point of looking at Devereaux.

The tone is meaningful.

Devereux shrugged.

He spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"Professor, my homework is always completed on time."

But Devereaux didn't do it just for the applause and cheers.

He controlled the pigeon to fly over the heads of Malfoy and the others.

With lightning speed, it can cover your ears.

Something hot was left on the heads of the three of them.

Then it turned back into a match and fell to the ground.

The three of them jumped up and down in shock.

Gore even took off his school uniform directly.

Professor McGonagall's face darkened.

Deducted ten points for both Devereaux and Gall.

It is equivalent to deducting what was added before.

Malfoy looked at Devereaux with a sinister look at this time.

Devereaux smiled at him.

Then he started coaching Neville again.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The students stood up one after another.

Rushing to the next Charms classroom.

Devereux due to class changes.

No need to go to Charms class just yet.

So I stayed in the classroom and chatted with Harry, Ron, and Hermione for a few words.

Then he walked to Professor McGonagall's desk.

Professor McGonagall looked up.

Glanced at him.

Be the first to speak.

"Alexander, you have made rapid progress in transformation recently. However, the foundation of activation transformation has been handed over to you. You need to practice more and come to me if you have any questions."

She seemed to think Devereaux was like last week again.

I'm here to ask for advice on a new protective spell.

Devereaux waved his hands quickly.

"Professor, this time is not about learning new spells."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly.

motioning for him to continue.

"I'd like to apply to take the upper-level Transfiguration course."