Chapter 113

Deverot was walking on the school road at night in a very happy mood.

The reason was simple.

It was because he had loaded the golden entry from Dumbledore!

...

[Alchemy Genius (Gold): He has a very high talent in alchemy and can even see the secrets under the alchemy rules. He will definitely become a great alchemist! ]

...

Yes, Deverot is now an alchemy genius.

But if it was just a golden entry.

That would be nothing for Deverot.

He already has enough golden entries.

But what really excited him was...

This turned out to be an experience entry!

That's right!

This is Deverot's first golden experience entry!

That means Dumbledore has fully realized his talent on the road of alchemy!

Deverot almost couldn't hold it back the moment he finished loading and copying.

He jumped up directly in the laboratory.

At this moment, he became one of the top alchemists in the world.

Deverot can even make the Philosopher's Stone to a certain extent now!

Of course, it is second-rate.

And he may not be able to get the materials...

But this is also quite awesome!

The core goals of alchemy have always been two things: immortality and turning stones into gold - which are also the two main functions of the Philosopher's Stone.

And what supports these goals is a principle that runs through the entire alchemy process: equivalent exchange.

But the charm of alchemy is far more than that. In the process of exploring its mysteries, many by-products have been derived.

Ritual magic, elemental magic, and even the production of magic props.

Items such as wands and flying brooms, which are closely related to alchemy, almost shape the daily life of modern wizarding society.

But Deveraux had always had the help of the entry of [Genius Wand Maker].

Unsystematic study of alchemy can be said to be self-taught in the manufacture of magic wands.

No wonder Dumbledore once said that he had wealth that he could not spend in his lifetime.

And his attainments in fire spells are even more outstanding - that is not a talent at all, but the standard of alchemy masters!

As for immortality.

This is nothing to Deveraux.

After all, he is at the age when he is least worried about aging.

Right now, he is more concerned about how to maximize his new abilities!

Even if he doesn't have a job teaching and potions,

With his world-class alchemy skills,

he will probably be a great man welcomed by major organizations around the world!

Deveraux suddenly felt that his future was bright.

That's why he was so happy.

Deveraux wanted to get some gold from his own laboratory in the Room of Requirement right now.

Then take it to Diagon Alley to sell some.

In this way, he will be financially free!

Directly out of Snape's control!

Another thing is to combine the ability of [Prank Inventor].

Try to make some magic props that the Weasley twins provided to the Ministry of Magic in the original book.

If you can really do it, then the future will be really profitable!

Uh.

But thinking of this, his smile was slightly restrained.

"However, all plans are stuck at one point - materials."

Although alchemy is omnipotent, the premise of everything is resources.

Without alchemical materials, no matter how strong one's ability is, one cannot exert his power.

And at present, he has no suitable channels to obtain the most basic alchemical materials, such as lead.

Deveraux sighed, and the excitement on his face slightly weakened.

"Alas, it's really a penny that makes a hero difficult! It seems that I have to wait for Snape to sell the first batch of new potions before I can have some start-up capital."

Deveraux helplessly held his forehead and raised his hand to look at the watch.

It was almost 11 o'clock now, and the night was quiet.

"Alas, I'd better go back to sleep first. There are still a lot of classes tomorrow."

He said to himself.

However, just as he turned around and was about to leave, several vague black shadows flashed in front of him.

Deveraux raised his eyebrows and his eyes were instantly alert.

"Huh? In the middle of the night, is there another person who comes to the safest place in the UK to go undercover?"

He muttered softly, and his hand had quietly grasped the wand.

Then, he heard a sound of footsteps.

Deveraux quickly drew his wand, cast an invisibility spell on himself, and walked slowly towards the source of the sound.

Unexpectedly, he saw...

Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the corner where the shadows were hiding!

The three big men of Gryffindor!

The corner of Deveraux's mouth twitched.

"Good fellow, the three big men of Gryffindor who deducted points, are not sleeping in the middle of the night, what big move are they going to make?"

He approached silently, and was about to scare them, but heard a hoarse and low voice from the other end of the corridor:

"Sniff around, my dear, they may be hiding in some corner."

Deveraux didn't even need to look back.

It must be Fulch.

He looked around.

It seemed that the escape route of the three big men had been blocked.

It seemed that they could only wait for Fulch to catch them.

Deveraux immediately became playful.

While he was invisible.

He walked up to Harry and others and observed them carefully.

Hermione's face turned pale with fear.

He kept muttering to himself.

"I've already told you... don't agree to him... we'll definitely be expelled... for sure!"

The other two looked similar.

Ron was shaking with fear.

Harry looked like he was going to vomit.

Maybe he was feeling physically uncomfortable at the thought of going back to the Dursleys?

At this time, Fulch was getting closer and closer.

"Come out! You can't escape anywhere!"

Fulch shouted arrogantly in a low voice.

Deveraux decided not to appreciate their nervous and frightened expressions anymore.

Came to the middle of the road.

Waved his wand.

The Disillusionment Charm was immediately lifted.

"Fulch, it's me."

His sudden appearance startled Fulch, who almost fell.

"Alexander?! What are you doing here?!"

Fulch stared, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

"Training spell."

Deveraux raised his wand, with a serious and calm expression on his face.

The three giants almost screamed when they saw Deveraux's sudden appearance.

Fortunately, Harry covered Ron's mouth in time.

Hermione bit her sleeve nervously.

"Alexander, ah, it's you, oh, I'm so scared, but I clearly..."

But Furch obviously didn't believe him.

He kept looking behind Deveraux.

Deveraux didn't say anything but fiddled with the wand in his hand.

He nodded to Furch.

Furch seemed to understand something immediately.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally turned away angrily, mumbling something inaudible.

After seeing him completely gone.

Deveraux turned his head and looked at the three people in the corner who were about to cry.

"Tell me, why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night and running out?"

Hermione spoke first, sobbing.

"It's Malfoy... He said he wanted to duel with Harry... I told them... They didn't listen..."

Ron's face began to turn red.

Speak quickly.

"That guy Malfoy framed us! He made an appointment with us, but he didn't come! He must have called Fulch!"

"Shh!"

Harry quickly held Ron's mouth and asked him to keep his voice down.

Deveraux found it funny.

"Why are you still paying attention to Malfoy? Okay, okay, remember to learn from your lesson next time."

Ron pouted.

"It's because he's been acting weird lately. He even said he learned some new dark magic and wants to teach us a lesson. He's even more annoying than before!"

Deveraux smiled.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Harry suddenly asked in confusion.

"Deveraux, why aren't you worried about being expelled if you're caught by Fulch?"

Deveraux raised his eyebrows, and a thought-provoking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Well... maybe it's because I'm a top student and have privileges, such as no deductions for late return and no homework."

"But don't you still have to do Transfiguration homework?"

Deveraux:....

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The next morning.

Underground classroom.

In the laboratory dedicated to the professor of potions, the mist of medicine has not yet dissipated.

Deveraux carefully checked the brand new wolfsbane potion that had just been sealed, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, just wait to find a werewolf to drink the potion."

Deveraux was looking forward to the expression of the werewolf that Snape found for him when he drank this thing.

Then.

Turned around and used the fully automatic potion brewing technology he developed.

Started to brew the next pot of polyjuice potion.

This time, with the support of new technology, there is no need to worry about sticking to the pot like last time.

The brewing equipment was running stably, and after everything was ready, he clapped his hands and looked at the time with satisfaction.

It was almost time for class.

The vacancy of Quirrell's position made the arrangement of this class unknown - no one notified that there would be a substitute teacher, nor did they say whether the course would continue.

Deveraux scratched his head.

"Anyway, it won't hurt to go there."

He murmured, waved his wand casually, and the schoolbag flew steadily into his hands.

He looked at his schoolbag filled with books.

"Well, it's time to do a traceless extension."

Devereux muttered.

He carefully counted the things in the schoolbag, and after confirming that they were correct, he left the laboratory and walked towards the classroom.