Chapter 124
Devereux's eyes lit up when he saw Trelawney's golden entry.
Although this entry looked slightly inferior to the golden entries he had seen before, its potential should not be underestimated.
Devereaux couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.
Didn't he just happen to be holding an entry upgrade card in his hand?
If I load this entry and strengthen it with an upgrade card, will it directly make him a true prophet?
That’s really possible!
Thinking of this, Devereaux's heart beat a beat faster.
A wizard with the power of prophecy is considered a big event in the wizarding world.
However, despite being excited, Devereux did not act rashly.
After all, the loading time of his golden entry is now in the cool-down period.
There is no chance to act rashly.
As for why Devereaux still keeps that entry upgrade card.
The main reason is that Devereaux is currently not sure what the specific changes will be when using upgrade cards on experience-based entries. He has no clue at all.
After using it, all the experience he inherited will disappear.
That will definitely be a huge loss for Devereaux in the short term.
He is still very cautious about this kind of thing.
Professor Trelawney seemed to have come to the observatory to observe the stars, but the strange thing was that she was holding a small teacup in her hand, staring down at the tea leaves in the cup, mumbling something in a soft and vague voice. The voice talks to itself.
Devereux and his friends looked at each other, a little frightened.
Although this professor is a living person, he always feels like a ghost.
"Let's go around her."
Ron suggested in a low voice, and the others nodded.
Just as a few people were quietly preparing to avoid——
Snap!
The tea cup in Trelawney's hand suddenly fell out of her hands and fell to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.
Devereaux instinctively wanted to take out his wand and cast a levitating spell, but his usually smooth movements were stuck at this time.
As he watched the teacup fall, a strange feeling of uneasiness arose in his heart.
Before he could react, Trelawney pounced on him!
She grabbed Devereaux's arms, pressed her face very close to him, and stared at him with eyes as wide as bells.
"Watch out for the full moon!!"
she screamed, her voice sharp and urgent, like an irresistible warning.
This sudden scene scared the surrounding students into screaming.
Ron yelled, rushed over and tried to pry Trelawney's hand away, shouting.
"Let him go! What are you doing?"
Harry moved even more quickly, immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Trelawney, his eyes as alert as if he were facing a runaway troll.
"Let him go, or else-"
Hermione stood aside, her face pale, her hands clenching her textbook involuntarily, not knowing what she could do for a moment.
Instinctively, Devereux tried to break free, but Trelawney's hand tightened around him like a vice.
Just when he thought he couldn't get away, she suddenly let go of her hand and took a step back, her eyes still staring straight at him.
"The unknown will come, the unknown will come, the unknown..."
She murmured, as if she had completely forgotten the existence of the people around her.
Then, she turned around and walked toward the observatory, her steps careless, but she didn't care about the scattered pieces of the tea cup at her feet.
The students passing by all gave way and stayed away like the plague, for fear of being exposed to the "prophecy" she spoke of.
Devereaux was stunned for a few seconds, touched his arm that was red from being scratched, and looked back at Hermione, Harry and Ron.
Their faces were filled with the same confusion and panic, but more concern for him.
Ron rushed up, grabbed his hand, and asked eagerly.
"What did she just say to you? What about the full moon? Are you okay?"
Harry did not put away his wand, but still followed Trelawney's retreating back with vigilant eyes, and whispered.
"There's something wrong with her, Devereux, and we need to tell Professor McGonagall."
Hermione walked up to Devereux, carefully inspected his grabbed arm, and frowned.
"She doesn't look normal at all! Are you hurt?"
Devero suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, forced out a relaxed smile, and shook his head at them:
"It's okay, that's just the way this professor is, don't be nervous."
Pressing down Harry's raised wand.
He waved his magic wand, and the broken teacup dregs on the ground disappeared instantly.
"Let's go, let's go, don't be affected by her."
Although he said this, everyone could tell that he was not in a relaxed mood.
While walking along the school road, Ron still muttered uneasily:
"That professor is really crazy, Devereaux, her look was so scary when she caught you, it felt like she was going to eat you."
Harry nodded in agreement, still frowning.
Hermione opened her mouth several times, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just cast a worried look.
Until they parted ways, Hermione couldn't help but pull on Devereux's sleeve and said softly.
"If there's anything wrong with you, you have to tell us, okay?"
Devereaux waved his hand to her, indicating that he was fine. After watching the three people leave, he turned around and walked alone to the Slytherin common room.
"Full moon?"
Trelawny's sharp words lingered in his mind, like a vague shadow covering his thoughts.
"This Saturday is the full moon..."
Devereaux muttered.
That day was the last step of brewing the polyjuice potion. Could this be the problem?
Or is it related to werewolves?
But Snape once said that the werewolves were not expected to arrive at Hogwarts until next week. The timing didn't seem to match up. Even if there was a threat, they would have to wait until the next full moon, right?
"It's better not to think nonsense."
Devereux shook his head, but the uneasy feeling lingered.
What's more, he found that he couldn't completely ignore Trelawney's prophecy - even though her performance seemed to be even more crazy and unreliable than in the original book.
"Forget it, her predictions are always inaccurate, so why worry about it."
He muttered under his breath and continued towards the Slytherin common room.
However, the moment he stepped into the entrance, he stopped.
Devereux thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and walked toward Snape's office.
"Just in case, let's make some preparations in advance."
Now is when his alchemy skills come in handy.
He planned to use tonight to arrange some emergency measures to deal with possible emergencies.
Snape's storeroom was more than just a treasure trove of potions.
Those seemingly ordinary herbs and materials, once they fall into the hands of the [Alchemy Genius], can be endowed with functions and values that far exceed conventional ones.
However, Devereux also had some regrets.
Snape's collection was indeed staggeringly rich in medicinal herbs, but pitifully few in real metal materials.
"It would be nice if there was more metal,"
Devereux muttered to himself.
"Then I would have emptied them out a long time ago and used them to refine something truly powerful."
Hopefully, when Snape attends his fifth year class for the first time tomorrow, he won't be scolded to death for the "private work" he secretly did last night.
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