Chapter 116
"What's going on?"
"Why is Alexander so still?"
"Yes, Wells jumped on the table just now."
"Is it because Alexander has advanced black magic skills?"
"Ah! Has he reached this point?"
...
It didn't take long for rumors to spread in the classroom that Devereux's "dark magic skills exceeded those of the professor".
The students talked to each other and the discussion was lively.
Mesphilos' original stiff expression was gradually replaced by an interesting smile.
He walked toward Devereux.
Studying Devereux carefully.
Devereaux was a little nervous.
He didn't know what the other person would want to do.
Suddenly, a light flashed in Mesferos's eyes.
Suddenly there was an expression of realization on his face.
"Oh oh oh, that's it!"
He smiled, with a hint of admiration in his tone.
"This classmate Alexander is really interesting. At this age, he can master such advanced Occlumency!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
"Oh my god! I heard that Occlumency is an extremely unpopular magic that can prevent the outside world from invading the mind!"
"No way! Devero has even reached the pinnacle of this kind of defense? How terrifying!"
"Wait...does that mean our privacy can't be protected at all in front of him?!"
"No, no! Don't look at me, Dark Lord! My mind is nothing to read!"
The students' comments became more and more outrageous, as if they had imagined Devereaux as an omnipotent magic master.
Devereux, however, looked confused. He looked at these neurotic classmates speechlessly, cursing in his heart.
Apart from yellow waste and half-full knowledge reserves, what else do you have in your mind?
But then again, I haven’t even practiced Occlumency for a day?
But the next second Devereux recalled that he seemed to have an entry for [traveler].
It says above that my memory is protected by some great being.
Forehead.
But doesn’t this so-called soul magic manipulate the soul?
Does it have anything to do with Occlumency?
Devereux's Conglong Minister Wells raised his hand to ask a question.
"Professor, didn't you say that soul magic has no corresponding counter-spells or defense methods? Then why does Occlumency resist desire magic?"
Mesferos smiled slightly, his tone confident and determined:
"Good question. Yes, soul magic does not have a direct way to break the spell. It usually can only rely on the caster's own will to resist. But Occlumency is a special exception."
He paused and continued to explain.
"The power of Occlumency does not lie in directly resisting soul magic, but in that it can train the wizard's 'mind-body separation' ability. Even if a strong desire arises in the heart, the body can remain calm uncontrollably. This kind of training , can weaken the effect of soul magic to a certain extent."
After hearing this, the students began to show a strong interest in Occlumency, but Mesferos continued:
"However, I have said before that this is only a temporary measure, just like using 'Stop Curse' to control the 'Imperius Curse', the effect is very limited."
This sentence was like a basin of cold water, instantly dousing the students' enthusiasm for learning.
However, rumors about Devereaux's "natural talent" became even more entrenched.
"That is to say... Alexander's Occlumency is so powerful that he can resist the teacher's spell with the power of one finger!!!"
Many students took a breath when they heard this.
Devereaux's mouth twitched wildly as he listened to the increasingly outrageous rumors.
But Mesphilos actually nodded.
Look at Devereux again.
"That's right. I heard that Professor Snape of Hogwarts is the best in Occlumency in England, but I didn't expect that there are students who can match him. Probably because this is Scotland."
This cold joke completely plunged the classroom into dead silence.
Several students who were originally discussing Devereaux's magic level fell silent.
Look at Mesferos.
Wells pulled his robe and whispered: "Hiss...it's so cold."
Devereaux laughed dryly in response and tried his best to look away.
He knew very well that he was not immune to the magic of desire because of Occlumency.
"So what's at work? Entries? Or something else?"
Mesphilos seemed not to care that no one appreciated his humor. He laughed a few times, turned around and walked back to the podium, continuing to explain the principles of desire magic.
Devereaux was a little embarrassed for him.
This American teacher still has a strange sense of humor unique to that country.
Then Mesferos continued to talk about the formation mechanism of desire magic.
They even listed the chain of action for them.
Devereaux felt as though the teacher wasn't trying to teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Instead, he directly wanted to teach them black magic!
Of course Devereaux listened with fascination.
I don’t know why this teacher seems to be teaching like this.
There is an inexplicable attraction.
The students seemed obsessed.
No one was whispering.
Finally the teacher said get out of class was over.
The students woke up as if from a dream.
It was like having a long dream.
I was still reluctant to leave when I got up to leave.
When Devereaux left.
He glanced at Professor Mesferos.
I found that the other party was also in the stands.
See him turn around.
The professor waved goodbye to him with a hearty smile.
Wait until everyone has left.
Mesphilos returned to his office.
His entire office exudes a strong Egyptian feel.
Like an Egyptian tomb.
The walls of the office are no longer the typical stone bricks of Hogwarts, but have been transformed into sandstone with a pale golden light.
The central floor is a large sand painting depicting the Nile and the cycle of life and death.
There are several tall black candles placed around the sand paintings. The flames are green and flicker with a faint spiritual light.
An Egyptian rug is placed near the door.
Mesferos slowly sat on it.
Mouthing.
"Albus, your students are quite interesting too. Even my spells have no effect. It seems that teaching here is a good choice."
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Devereaux broke away from the crowd and walked alone on the corridors of Hogwarts.
His curriculum schedule is inconsistent with that of the sixth grade students, so naturally he will not continue to take classes with those classmates.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that there is almost no one within three meters around him.
After this class, the rumors of Devereaux's identity as the Third Dark Lord were almost confirmed.
He took out his class schedule and took a look. The next class was actually History of Magic.
"History of Magic..."
Devereaux sighed, deflated.
For him, this kind of course is really boring, as if it is designed to kill time.
He continued walking, thinking about how to get through this boring hour and a half.
Suddenly, a figure came quickly from the front.
Malfoy!
At this time, Draco Malfoy looked very hurried, as if there was something urgent.
His face was pale, even more bloodless than usual, his eyes were evasive, and he looked uneasy.
Their eyes met briefly, and Malfoy's expression froze for a moment, with a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Why does this guy look like he's hit a ghost?"
Devero muttered to himself and stopped.
Malfoy seemed to realize that he was being targeted. He quickly lowered his head and quickened his pace. He almost trotted past Devereux's shoulder and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Devereux frowned slightly, looked back at the direction he left, and murmured:
"He won't go in the wrong direction, right?"
However, Devereux didn't think much and continued walking towards the History of Magic classroom.
I'm thinking of doing some transfiguration homework for a while.
On the other side, Malfoy ran to a hidden corner where no one was.
He leaned against the cold stone wall, panting, as if his whole body would collapse at any time.
But he looked a little excited.
He unzipped his schoolbag tremblingly, barely able to control his fingers. He lowered his head and his voice trembled like a fully stretched string:
"Right away...soon...I'll find a place for you soon..."
(First update!)