Chapter 121

The old man outside the door smiled and said: "Hello, kid, I am Hector Granger, and I am here to visit Professor Snape."

His tone was gentle and his eyes were kind, but there was a hint of surprise in those slightly sharp eyes, as if he was slightly surprised by Devereaux's appearance.

"Hello, sir," Devereux responded politely, "Maybe you came a little early. The professor hasn't arrived yet, so you need to wait a moment."

"It's okay," Granger nodded slightly, with a decent smile hanging on his lips, "Actually, I wanted to take this opportunity to see the Potions Master's laboratory alone, so I chose this time. I wonder if it would be convenient for me to go in and visit?”

Devereux studied Granger. There is an elegance in this old man's movements that is hard to ignore. His tone is humble but steady, and every word seems to have been carefully considered. Everything he says and does is full of old-school English gentleman style.

Thinking of this, combined with the other person's age, Devereaux felt relieved: Maybe, this is what a traditional gentleman should look like.

"Of course, please come in." Devereux immediately stepped aside to make room.

Let him in.

Granger nodded slightly and walked briskly into the laboratory.

His eyes were like a connoisseur's, looking around quickly, his eyes lingering on every corner for a moment, as if he was carefully capturing every breath of the place.

Gave it a pretty high rating.

"Very close to my impression of Professor Snape, rigorous, dedicated and pursuing perfection."

Devereux's mouth twitched after hearing Granger's somewhat exaggerated remarks.

Although he resented it, Devereaux stepped forward and took the initiative to bring an old wooden chair where Snape usually sat and placed it in the center of the laboratory.

"Sir, please sit down."

Granger lightly brushed the chair surface (although it was not dirty) before sitting down firmly.

He raised his head slightly, still maintaining that calm smile.

"Thank you, young man. I'm actually not that picky outside the laboratory, but, you know, for a pharmacist, the laboratory is more important than his bedroom."

Devereaux nodded calmly.

Psychological discussion.

"Then you came here alone just now, didn't you just want to enter Snape's bedroom?"

Granger turned around and his gentle gaze fell on Devereux again.

He asked in an unhurried tone.

"This classmate, are you Professor Snape's...assistant?"

Devereaux nodded.

"Yes sir, to be precise, I am Professor Snape's potions apprentice."

Upon hearing the word "potions apprentice", Granger raised his eyebrows slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

The wrinkles on his forehead have accumulated deeper, as if even the subtle changes in expression carry the unique elegance of a gentleman.

"Oh? Potion apprentice? Haha, it's true!"

There was some emotion in his voice.

"Let me just say that Professor Snape, as an outstanding potions expert and educator, can achieve today's achievements must be inseparable from this retro inheritance method. This reminds me of the time when I studied under my mentor. When ferns…”

His words gradually became distant, as if being pulled back into the past by a burst of memories.

Devereaux glanced at him, his eyes almost rolling to the ceiling.

He recognized the Potionist.

As a [potions genius], Snape's professional abilities in this area are indeed impressive.

But this outstanding educator...

Devereux really wanted to ask this old man if he didn't have children at home studying at Hogwarts?

Otherwise, how could we draw such an absurd conclusion?

It wasn't until a moment later that he pulled away from those vague memories and turned his attention to Devereux again.

"That's right, kid,"

Granger asked with a wide smile.

"You shouldn't be old yet, right?"

"Yes sir, I am eleven years old and in my first year at Hogwarts."

Devereaux answered truthfully.

"Eleven years old..."

Granger nodded, with a hint of approval in his tone.

"As expected of him! Professor Snape is not only accomplished in the field of potions, but also knows how to build a talent echelon. After cultivating an apprentice with extraordinary talents, he still spares no effort to focus on the growth of the next generation! If such a person What a blessing it is to have your talents at the disposal of our association.”

Devero was speechless for a while.

I just feel like this old man is talking nonsense.

Talent echelon?

According to Snape's education method.

It’s almost enough to steadily export your enemies to the magic world every year.

As for the association he was talking about, Devereux didn't pay attention at all.

He guessed that it was probably just a private interest organization of Snape, an old friend, and there was nothing to delve into.

But time waits for no one. Devereux raised his hand and glanced at the wall clock and found that there was not much time left before the astronomy class started.

He never wanted to be late for the first class, so he said politely:

"I'm sorry, sir, I still have work to finish. If you would like to continue visiting, please feel free. I really can't excuse you here."

Having said that, Devereux bowed slightly and bowed, showing off his dignity.

Granger waved his hand, still smiling and nodding.

"It's okay, kid. I just get to see how your lab work is going on. Don't be shy and just pretend I don't exist."

Devereux nodded and said no more.

he thought to himself.

Anyway, the old man's presence has no effect on me, just concentrate on the work.

So he went straight to the workbench and started to get busy, preparing materials and checking the progress of brewing potions.

Granger, like an old gentleman who loves to talk, sat on a wooden chair and chattered about the glorious days of the past.

"You know, in the 19th century, the entire magic world was still in the dark ages, and many fields had not yet been explored. How free the research was at that time! But later, as I led the formulation of frameworks and standards, everything became a little boring..."

His voice was sometimes low and sometimes with a little emotion, but Deveraux didn't listen at all.

He was fully focused on the work at hand, and his mind was only thinking about finishing it as soon as possible so that he could rush to the astronomy tower, and didn't want to miss the first astronomy class because of delay.

Deveraux raised his sleeves and glanced at his watch, and found that there was less than half an hour left before the astronomy class.

And I don't know why today.

Snape was also unusually late.

Normally he should have arrived long ago.

He frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't think much about it.

He quickly took out a can of coral snake fangs from the storage cabinet, carefully placed them on the workbench, and quickly confirmed the position of other materials to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the following transfiguration.

After checking, he walked to the cauldron and prepared to light the fire to boil this batch of polyjuice.

At this time, Granger was still chattering beside him, talking about some interesting things about his research on potions when he was young.

Deveraux was not interested in these old stories, and just said perfunctorily.

"Yes, sir, it is really beneficial."

Then, he ignored Granger and raised his wrist.

A flame directly ignited the fire.

Then he pointed his wand directly at the cauldron.

"Clear spring like water!"

The cauldron was filled with water immediately.

He then poured the fangs of the coral snake into the pot, making a crisp sound, and then neatly covered the pot, as if everything was under control.

After completing this step, Deveraux went straight to the sink to wash his hands.

His movements were skillful and quick, and it was obvious that this was a familiar process for him.

After washing his hands, he took off his dragon skin apron, hung it up, and sorted out other items on the laboratory table.

In order not to delay Snape's next experiment, he wrote a note, briefly explaining the reason for his departure, and planned to leave for class.

However, while he was busy, he didn't notice Granger behind him at all.

When the coral snake fangs were poured into the pot, the old man's casual chattering suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a deep and sharp look.

His eyes were fixed on every move of Deveraux, and his expression was less gentle and more serious.

He sat there without saying a word until Deveraux finally packed up and turned to say goodbye to him, then he slowly spoke.

"Mr. Granger, I have classes tonight, sorry I can't continue to accompany you."

Deveraux's tone was still polite, but there was a hint of urgency.

He didn't want to be late.

However, Granger's reaction surprised him a little.

The old man looked at him coldly, the smile on his face had disappeared at some point, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

He nodded slightly, but said in a cold tone.

"Go, kid, go to your class. But..."

Deveraux was about to turn around, his steps paused, and he heard Granger's voice again, even colder than before.

"I thought Professor Snape would pay more attention to the basic training of potion apprentices. I didn't expect... to allow such a process to appear in his laboratory."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at him, frowning slightly, not understanding what the other party meant.

Granger stood up, with his hands behind his back, like a strict mentor examining an unqualified student.

His tone was calm, but full of strong dissatisfaction.

"What you did just now was ridiculous. If you were my apprentice, just that move would be enough to get you expelled!"

(Two more updates! There will be three more during the day!)