Chapter 119

"So, where did this thing come from?"

Deveraux narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the blazing fire.

His sense of danger undoubtedly came from this.

In the flames, a strange object was hanging on the iron rack - a huge black oval object.

Its surface was covered with irregular textures, and it looked like some kind of huge egg.

Just now, he used Transfiguration to create a secret door on the wall, and then cast an Illusion Spell on himself and entered the room quietly.

Then, he deliberately said a few threatening words to observe Malfoy's reaction.

As it turned out, this timid pure-blood noble young master was almost scared to pee his pants.

Now, Malfoy huddled in the corner, pointing his wand at Deveraux nervously, his voice trembling but still trying to threaten:

"Leave! Then pretend you didn't see anything! I can make my dad not expel you!"

Deveraux heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful sneer.

"Do you really think your idiot father can expel me?"

He slowly pulled out the wand from his waist and walked slowly towards Malfoy.

Malfoy was obviously panicking, screaming and waving his wand, and began to cast spells randomly:

"Flaming!"

"Front teeth like sticks!"

"Petrification!"

...

Malfoy probably used all the spells that could cause damage.

But in front of [Dueler] Deveraux.

These attacks were like babies hitting him with toys.

Quite ridiculous and boring.

Gently waved the wand.

Easily dispelled his attack without even using a spell.

Finally, his eyes became cold and he waved his wand violently.

"Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light hit Malfoy's chest.

"Bang!"

Malfoy was knocked to the ground, curled up in the corner and trembled, and his wand was knocked away and fell steadily into Deveraux's hands.

Deveraux walked forward slowly, grabbed Malfoy by the collar, lifted him up, and coldly put his wand against his chin.

"Tell me, where did this thing come from?"

His voice was low and oppressive, like the cold wind in the cold winter, which made Malfoy tremble all over and couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Malfoy shivered, his eyes wandering around, like a small animal forced into a corner, obviously afraid of something.

Deveraux rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to him. He put his wand against Malfoy's forehead, his tone cold and with unquestionable oppression.

"Okay, you don't want to say it, right? Then I'll come and see for myself."

"Legislatives!"

As the spell was cast, Malfoy's body stiffened and his eyes became empty in an instant.

Deveraux frowned slightly and felt a jerky resistance.

This made him feel a little doubtful, so he increased his magic output.

Soon, a vague picture became clear in his mind:

A few days ago, when Filch was cleaning up Quirrell's belongings, he put this strange "egg" into his utility room.

Perhaps because he was a squib, he could not see the abnormality of this thing, so he did not report it.

And the people in the Ministry of Magic seemed to be unaware of this egg and missed the opportunity to clean it up with other dark magic items.

Then it was Malfoy's drama.

He first found this egg from Filch's sundries, and then designed to use the trio to attract Filch's attention and steal it.

Then, he secretly found a secret room and tried to hatch this "dragon" according to the hatching method described in the book.

Deveraux's eyes swept across the books next to the fire, and he saw the words "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit".

He couldn't help but twitch his mouth, and he had a complicated admiration for Malfoy's courage.

"You're so bold. You actually want to raise a dragon, and you've even prepared a tutorial."

He withdrew his wand, loosened his hand that was grabbing Malfoy's collar, and walked to the fire to check the situation.

Two large barrels were neatly placed next to the fire, and the barrels were filled with a transparent liquid with a faint red glow.

Deveraux sniffed, and suddenly turned to look at Malfoy, with a slight smile on his face:

"Cherry wine? Where did you get this? Professor Sprawni's collection?"

Malfoy stood up, patted the dust off himself, and whispered:

"I can't get brandy and chicken blood, so I can only use this instead."

Deveraux chuckled and nodded.

"Okay, the substitute is quite creative. But go back to sleep quickly, I'll let Professor Snape handle this matter."

As he said that, he waved his wand, cast a levitation spell, and slowly lifted the dragon egg from the fire.

To be honest.

It was fine to make Malfoy look bad at ordinary times.

He didn't really intend to get Malfoy expelled.

However, when Malfoy heard this, he panicked and shouted.

"No! You can't tell! If Professor Snape knew, I would definitely be expelled!"

He pointed at Deveraux, his tone was urgent and threatening.

"If you dare to tell, I will report you for using Legilimency to spy on my thoughts and get you expelled!"

Deveraux was slightly stunned, then nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, what you said makes sense. This is indeed a bit troublesome."

Just when Malfoy thought he had successfully intimidated the other party, Deveraux suddenly raised his wand and said in a relaxed and disdainful tone.

"So, sorry."

"Oblivion!"

A flash of white light passed by, and Malfoy's eyes were instantly blurred, and then he fell straight to the ground.

Deveraux looked at the unconscious Malfoy, shrugged his shoulders, and said to himself.

"It's very troublesome to make any deal, wouldn't it be easier to just make you forget it?"

Before leaving, Deveraux squatted down and took a look at the unconscious Malfoy, and recalled the strange awkwardness when he used Legilimency just now.

"Interesting."

He whispered to himself, then waved his wand and called up Malfoy's panel.

...

[Name: Draco Malfoy]

[Age: 11 years old]

[Spell Library: Levitation Charm (Proficient), Fire Charm (Beginner),...]

[Entries: Thought Resistance (Purple), Magic Potential (Blue)]

...

[Thought Resistance (Purple): Possessing a stronger ability than ordinary people to resist thought invasion, and possesses considerable talent in the level of mental magic. ]

[Magical Potential (Blue): Possessing the potential to become a normal wizard. ]

...

"Oh?"

Deveraux raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

"No wonder I used twice as much magic power as expected to break through this guy's defense. It turns out there is this thing."

Recalling the original work, Draco did master the brain block in the sixth grade, and could even resist Snape's Legilimency. This talent has already shown signs.

He smiled and said to himself.

"Not bad, little Malfoy, you have potential. But your talent now belongs to me."

Although there is currently an entry for [Traveler]

He was not afraid of others reading his memory.

But the professor also mentioned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that practicing brain occlumency was helpful in improving the soul's resistance to magic.

So he still needed to learn it.

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar prompt popped up on the panel.

[Ding! ]

[Loading copy entry: Thought resistance (purple)...]

[Copy completed! ]

Deveraux blinked and quietly felt his state.

"Huh? No feeling at all?"

He scratched his head.

"Maybe it's the enhancement of consciousness, so I can't feel it."

Then Deveraux used the floating spell to take the dragon egg and picked up the book "Raising Dragons for Fun and Profit" and left the room.

Before leaving, he also used a spell to erase the small door that had been created before.

Walking on the school road, the night wind blew slowly, and Deveraux frowned and looked at the dragon egg floating beside him.

"This guy is about to hatch."

He whispered.

"What should I do with it? Give it to Snape?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something extra on his panel.

Looking closely, it was the information of the dragon egg.

[Species: Norwegian Ridgeback]

[Status: Unhatched]

[Entry: None]

A strange idea suddenly came to Deveraux's mind.

If this egg hatches.

Can I load the dragon's entry myself?

——

At noon the next day, Hagrid's hut.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the blazing flames illuminated the entire room red.

In the middle of the fire, a large black egg was lying quietly on the iron frame, and a slight luster occasionally flashed on the surface.

Deveraux stood in the middle of the hut, his hands folded across his chest, with a confident smile on his face.

Facing Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the excited Hagrid, he cleared his throat and announced:

"So, my plan is this - Hagrid will take care of the dragon for the time being. Ron, contact your brother Charlie as soon as possible and ask him to help find a way to send the dragon away. Of course, there is no need to rush, just a smooth transition. Now, this is my plan. Does anyone have any questions?"

After he finished speaking, he swept his eyes over everyone with expectation, as if he had already determined that his plan was flawless and impeccable.

Ron scratched his head, raised his hand hesitantly, and asked slowly.

"Uh... Deveraux, did I tell you before that I have a brother named Charlie?"

Deveraux raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He walked over and patted Ron on the shoulder, his tone relaxed.

"Don't worry, Ron, you definitely told me!"

Of course, it was told by someone named JK Rowling.

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