Chapter 123

Snape stood aside with his hands folded in front of his chest, watching Granger's reaction expressionlessly.

His tone was low and his words were clear, but there was an uncomfortable indifference to it, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion—for example, the urge to ridicule.

"Fully automatic potion brewing and cross-research methods of transfiguration and potion science are unique technologies of our laboratory and have not yet been announced to the outside world."

Snape spoke slowly, seemingly explaining and acknowledging his mistake, but his tone was as sharp as an ice blade.

"Sir, you misunderstood, that's really understandable. After all, it's our fault for not notifying you in time."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he could no longer suppress the hint of sarcasm.

Granger froze on the spot, completely unresponsive.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the potion pot, and his body was as stiff as if a petrification spell had been cast on it.

The liquid in the pot was stirring automatically at a leisurely pace, and from time to time some herbs would be "generated" out of thin air - those herbs he had never seen Devero put in.

"This...what is this?"

Granger murmured, his voice full of shock and confusion.

He took a step forward, lowered his head, and carefully observed the changes in the pot of potion.

"Accuracy... such amazing accuracy,"

He finally raised his head, his face full of shock, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, as if his thoughts were disrupted by this sight.

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"

He took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the edge of the pot, as if to verify something, then turned to Snape with bright eyes and spoke quickly.

"I have never seen such a precise and lasting application of the transformation spell in any other laboratory! Professor, did you invent this?"

There was no initial doubt in his tone.

"Professor Snape, was this spell your invention?"

Granger's eyes shone with admiration, and his voice even trembled.

"If so, this will be a revolutionary breakthrough in reconstructing the operation process of potion! Its importance even exceeds the previous discovery of the new structure of the transformation potion!"

After hearing this, Snape's originally cold expression relaxed a little, and there was a hint of joy on the corner of his mouth.

However, this smile soon froze again.

He raised his hand to straighten his cuffs and said in a low but powerful voice:

"This is not my invention."

Granger was stunned, obviously not expecting this answer.

"This is the work of one of my students."

Snape continued, with a hint of pride unique to the Half-Blood Prince in his tone, but more of a calm recognition.

Hearing this, Granger's eyes sparkled with even more blazing light.

He took a step forward, his tone rising.

"Is that the student who developed the new Polyjuice Potion recipe?"

Snape nodded slightly, acquiescing.

Granger couldn't help but laugh and shook his head, filled with emotion.

"Oh, it's really scary at this age! You are still just a student, and you can make such breakthroughs in the two complex fields of transfiguration and potions at the same time. Such a talent, the future is really unlimited! Of course, this is also inseparable from Professor Snape Your eclectic and individualized approach to education.”

His words were full of sincere admiration, completely devoid of the traces of criticism and doubt he had before.

Snape nodded silently, his expression unchanged, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was speechless at Granger's sudden change in attitude.

Granger seemed still in shock.

He turned around and looked at the pot of polyjuice potion that was brewing automatically.

The liquid in the pot is still stirring accurately, and every movement reveals the beauty of perfect coordination and technology.

"It's brilliant! A brand new breakthrough!!"

He sighed sincerely.

After a moment, he turned to Snape, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

"By the way, Professor Snape, I have always forgotten to ask - what grade is your outstanding Potions genius student in? Where is he now? I really want to meet this young genius!"

Upon hearing this, Snape's expression suddenly became a little subtle.

He pondered for a moment, as if considering his words, and finally spoke briefly.

"Actually, you have already met him."

Granger was stunned when he heard this and frowned slightly.

He recalled that since arriving at Hogwarts, he immediately went straight to Snape's laboratory without even saying hello to other professors, let alone meeting any students.

"How is that possible?"

He blurted out, and then an idea flashed in his mind, his eyes widened instantly, and the forehead wrinkles spread all the way to the top of his head.

He seemed to realize something, and his voice was a little surprised.

"Could it be..."

Snape looked at his reaction and nodded calmly.

"Yes, that's the first-year student you met just now."

"this?!!!"

"Not only that, the magic potion formula for treating lycanthropy that I asked you to help recommend this time is also the result of this classmate."

Snape continued, looking at the expression on Sir Granger's face at this moment.

He couldn't help but think of the first time he knew about Devereaux's independent improvement of Polyjuice Potion.

Probably a similar reaction.

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Devereux walked slowly out of the observatory.

Listen to Ron and Harry discussing how Charlie would reply to their letter.

They had already sent a letter to Charlie in the afternoon.

Although Devereaux didn't quite understand Charlie, a man working in Romania.

How to receive a letter from Scotland and then reply to it.

It's like a mysterious and efficient magic process.

Devereaux, on the other hand, was listening to their conversation and helping Hermione answer the questions in the astronomy class just now.

Astronomy class was one of the few classes he could take with them besides History of Magic.

Different from the romantic starry sky in the eyes of ordinary people, in the wizarding world, astronomy is not just about looking at the stars - it is closely related to divination and ritual magic, and is so profound that it makes one's scalp numb.

However, for first-year wizards like them, those advanced contents are still too far away.

At the moment, most of what they learn is the constellation positions and planetary motion patterns that need to be memorized, and occasionally they encounter a few questions that need to be understood.

Hermione's problem obviously falls into the latter category.

"I understand the classification of stars, but why do they have different colors? What do these colors mean in astronomy?"

Hermione asked, frowning and looking confused.

As the "King of Examinations" in Hermione's mind, Devereaux naturally picked up the questions at his fingertips and explained the answers clearly in a few sentences.

An expression of realization gradually appeared on Hermione's face. She nodded, and then asked a few more detailed questions.

Several people just chatted and walked along the long corridor to the lounge.

Suddenly, a figure appeared around the corner, and they almost bumped into it.

It was a witch, and her image was really unforgettable - a skinny figure, huge glasses that magnified her eyes several times, countless sparkling necklaces and beads hanging around her neck, and bracelets piled on her wrists and fingers. and a ring, and a thin and transparent gauze scarf that sparkles like a starry sky.

Devereux recognized who it was immediately.

Sybill Trelawney!

The coolest professor at Hogwarts.

Devereux's eyes lit up when he saw her.

Immediately opened her entry panel.

...

[Name: Sybill Trelawney]

[Age: 32 years old]

[Spell Library: Levitation Spell (Mastery)...]

[Entry: Prophet·Incomplete Second Sight (gold), Magical Potential (Blue), Alcoholism (Green)]

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[Prophet·Incomplete Second Vision (Gold): You are born with the ability to use your Third Eye to foresee the future, but due to family inheritance, the second vision you inherited is extremely incomplete, and you cannot proactively predict the future development of things. , only when cause and effect converge violently will your precognitive potential be stimulated. 】

[Magic Potential (Purple): Has the potential to become a wizard. 】

[Alcoholism (green): You are pretentious, but you are not taken seriously among the crowd. People regard you as an alien. Over time, you develop a pathological dependence on alcohol. 】

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