Chapter 120

Devereaux walked out of the cellar of Hagrid's hut in disgrace, casting a cleaning spell on himself to sweep away the ashes and dirt from his body.

He put the wand back into his waist and turned around to give Hagrid a few words of caution.

Hagrid had a smile on his face, his eyes were as tender as water, and he didn't listen much at all.

Devereux couldn't help but complain in his heart.

This expression is like meeting the love of your life.

Everything else was now insignificant in Hagrid's eyes.

After meeting up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, they walked towards the castle together.

"Devereux,"

Hermione followed closely behind him, her voice dissatisfied.

Why not just give the dragon egg to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore? Even Professor Snape! It was too hasty of you to leave it to Hagrid like this, and he was careless. If the professors found out, Hagrid might lose his job! "

Hermione became more and more excited as she spoke, and her tone became higher and higher.

"Don't say that, Hermione,"

Ron immediately jumped to Hagrid's defense.

"Think about it, how many people can witness the growth of a dragon with their own eyes? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

His face was full of excitement, and even his gestures when speaking became exaggerated.

Harry walked in the middle, his head lowered and silent.

Devereaux looked back at Hermione, a smile on his lips.

"Hermione, I completely understand your concerns, but haven't I already solved the problem? What do you think I skipped the History of Magic class to do?"

That's right.

Devereaux had just used the traceless expansion spell he learned from the [Alchemy Genius] entry to expand Hagrid's cellar into a space equivalent to the size of a standard basketball court.

It had to be said that this spell was indeed complicated and it took him the entire morning to barely complete it.

Now, this expanded cellar is spacious and secluded enough to fully meet Hagrid's needs for raising dragons.

Of course, due to the lack of certain key materials, the structure of this cellar is unstable, and Devereux needs to cast spells to reinforce it himself every three days.

But according to the plan, Charlie will come to pick up the dragon in two weeks, which is enough time.

Still, Hermione looked dissatisfied.

"solve?"

she said angrily.

"Devereux, do you know how fast the Norwegian Ridgeback grows? In a few days it might be bigger than Hagrid's hut!"

Her voice grew shriller.

"And it's illegal! The 1709 Wizarding Conference has clearly banned raising dragons! Don't you know? Not only will this attract the attention of Muggles, but raising dragons itself is extremely dangerous - they cannot be tamed at all! "

Devereux nodded and responded calmly.

"You're right, that's why I asked Ron to contact his brother Charlie as soon as possible to send this dragon away safely."

"But!"

Hermione shook her head and said seriously.

"I still don't understand-"

Before she could finish her words, Harry interrupted.

"Hermione, that's enough."

Hermione turned to glare at Harry angrily, but Harry looked determined.

"I believe Devereux, I think he must have his reasons for doing this."

When Devereux heard this, he couldn't help but grin and nodded at Harry.

Harry smiled too.

"Besides, hasn't Hagrid always wanted to raise a dragon? Why not let him realize this dream?"

Hermione was silenced by these words, turned her head angrily, and stopped paying attention to them.

Ron has been immersed in his own thinking since just now, and his mind is full of how to write a letter to Charlie.

As for Devereaux, he certainly has his own plans.

Dragon, it must have an interesting entry, right?

Although there is a high probability that it is the kind of entry that changes the form of existence, there is no harm in giving it a try.

What's more, it's a dragon!

Who wouldn’t want to see a real dragon up close?

More importantly, the alchemy knowledge in his mind also told him that every part of the dragon was a valuable material.

During this time, he could use his brain to see if he could get something useful.

With this thought in mind, several people went to the cafeteria to have lunch together.

Hermione didn't talk to them the whole meal because of the dragon egg thing.

Devereaux and the others are basically used to it.

That's who Hermione is.

You will get very annoyed if others don't follow the rules.

She was originally angry with Ron and Harry for running to duel Malfoy at midnight.

Now I still have to be angry with Devereaux for keeping a dragon in the school.

Devereaux can only say that Hermione is still too young now.

It's not the time for her to be evil yet.

In the future, she will be the most rebellious one in Hogwarts.

After lunch, everyone went back to their dormitories to prepare for a lunch break.

As soon as Devereux stepped into the Slytherin common room, he heard a group of classmates talking quietly.

"Have you heard? Malfoy was so seriously ill and was sent to the hospital!"

"Well, I heard that it was a high fever caused by a cold. I'm feeling dizzy all over."

Devereux was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered - after he used the "Forget All" spell to knock Malfoy out last night, it seemed that he really just left him there and ignored him...

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

"Forget it, let's just treat him as punishment for stealing the dragon egg."

The afternoon class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In this class, Professor Mesphilos gave an in-depth explanation of the painful magic in soul magic, especially the principle and casting mechanism of torture spells represented by the Cruciatus Curse.

He repeatedly emphasized that the core of casting such spells is that the caster must have a strong desire for torture in his heart and have deep hatred or malice towards the target.

Deveraux sat in the classroom, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong - Mesphilos didn't seem to be teaching them how to defend against the dark arts at all, but rather patiently guiding them on how to become a qualified dark wizard.

He secretly complained in his heart.

"Is he a professor of defense against the dark arts, or a practical instructor of the dark arts?"

After class, Deveraux hurriedly finished his dinner and rushed to Snape's laboratory.

Tonight, he had a batch of polyjuice potion materials to deal with.

And starting from this week, there will be astronomy classes every Wednesday night, which means that his time is even tighter.

"Let's make a quick decision."

Deveraux muttered to himself and came to the laboratory earlier than usual.

The laboratory was still empty, and Snape had obviously not arrived yet.

He rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands and cleaned them, and quickly began to collect the materials to prepare for a new batch of Polyjuice Potion.

He was busy, when suddenly - there was a knock on the door.

Deveraux was stunned and stopped what he was doing.

This was not a place where you could just enter casually. Apart from him and Snape, there was almost no third person who would come.

Moreover, if Snape came, he would never knock on the door, which was completely against his style.

"Could it be Professor Dumbledore?"

Deveraux's heart moved.

He put down the tools in his hands, walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door stood a thin old man, with a smile on his face and a friendly demeanor. He was wearing an emerald green robe and his sparse hair was almost gone.

Deveraux narrowed his eyes - he had never seen this person before.

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