Chapter 127

"Aren't you in the sixth grade? How come you still have time to attend the fifth grade class?"

Devereaux glanced at Wells with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Wells still maintained his usual respectful attitude, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Sir, I can adjust all classes for your sake. According to our school's rules, as long as there are no conflicts in the class schedule, you can audit other classes' classes."

"Haha, really? Then tell me, what did you collect?"

The corners of Devereaux's mouth twitched slightly, not wanting to guess what Wells' mentality was when he came to attend this class.

Anyway, Professor Flitwick has announced that he will invite most of the professors to the next duel.

He was talking about his "brilliant record" with great interest, from his peak duel back then to anecdotes from the competition in recent years, and repeatedly recounted the trivial things he had done in the duel competition before.

Devereux was very bored, so he simply listened to the so-called "intelligence" of Wells, the Lord of the Dragon, to pass the time.

As soon as Wells heard the order, he immediately sat up straight and adjusted his posture as if reporting work to a senior leader.

His seriousness made Devereux roll his eyes.

"Please, can you keep a low profile? If this continues, others will only think that I am the leader of some kind of cult."

Devereux complained under his breath.

It should be said that he is now said to be the next generation of Dark Lord.

One big reason is that Wells follows him every day like a Death Eater.

He secretly thought that the curious glances from those around him would probably turn him into a new addition to the legend of the "Dark Lord Sandaime".

Wells was unmoved, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, I have investigated clearly. There are four players who performed outstandingly in the duel competition. Two are from Gryffindor, one each from Slytherin and Ravenclaw."

Devereaux raised his eyebrows slightly, indicating for him to continue.

"The first is Gryffindor. They have won both the championship and the runner-up. The champion is Luke Harris, the seventh-year student council president. He comes from a mixed-blood wizard family. He is almost omnipotent and is a both offensive and defensive player. It is said that he came from Freeley. He learned a new dueling spell from Professor Wei, which was so powerful that the professor even considered banning him from continuing to compete."

Will paused and continued.

"Another Gryffindor player is Percy Weasley. Although he is not as strong as Harris, he is still very stable in the application of certain basic spells. However, to put it bluntly, he is a comprehensive weakening of Harris. Edition, nothing to be afraid of.”

"The representative of Ravenclaw is Emily Watson, who is a pure-blood and is good at fire magic. She has superb skills and is a difficult type, especially in defense and counterattack."

"As for the Slytherin contestant, the third runner-up, James Nott, is also a pure-blood wizard. Although he knows some black magic, in front of you, these are just trivial skills."

Wells reported the information on the four players in one breath, with a confident and calm tone.

Devereux nodded after hearing this, and had a general judgment in his mind.

Frankly speaking, the only one among these people who could catch his attention was Luke Harris. Especially the rare spell learned from Professor Flitwick is indeed worth being careful about. As for the others...either they are nothing to fear, or they are old-fashioned and can be seen through at a glance.

"It's okay, the information this time is somewhat useful." Devereux commented in a neutral tone, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Wells, "But you don't have to be so serious, make it look like I want to ascend the throne and proclaim the emperor. Like, take it easy."

Wells smiled slightly, but did not change his posture: "I will naturally go all out to serve you."

"Okay, I'll write it down."

Devereaux nodded, then turned to Wells. This guy finally looked more pleasing to his eyes.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Upon hearing these words, Wells's pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression instantly became extremely excited, as if these words ignited some kind of fanaticism deep in his heart.

He suddenly stretched out his arms and pulled up his sleeves, revealing his pale forearms. The expression on his face was pious and excited, and his voice was trembling with infinite admiration.

"Come, my lord! Leave your mark on me!"

Not only was this sentence not deliberately suppressed, but it was blurted out in a tone as sonorous and powerful as a mantra, and everyone in the classroom could hear it clearly.

There was an eerie silence all around.

Devereaux slowly looked around and saw clearly that the expressions of his classmates quickly changed from shock to fear. Those cowardly eyes seemed to have just confirmed that they were really at the core of some evil organization.

Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the podium, was looking at this side in confusion with a look like "Should I call the police?"

Devereux's scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This person must have lost his mind, right? !

There's something wrong with him!

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he pressed down Wells's forearm and shouted in as low a voice as possible.

"Are you crazy? Shut up! Stop saying such misleading words!"

Wells looked at him enthusiastically and said quietly but firmly.

"Sir, this kind of oath must be made public to be more ceremonial."

Devereux's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice.

"If you talk too much, I'll really give you a mark - it's just the word 'Stupid' carved on your forehead!"

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After Charms Lesson

Deveraux cast a Disillusionment Charm and easily got rid of Wells' sight, preventing him from following him any further.

"This bastard! He ruined my wonderful school life!"

He complained in a low voice with gritted teeth, and walked quickly to the next class.

The next class was Herbology.

After obtaining the golden entry [Alchemy Master], Deveraux tasted the huge sweetness of experience-based entries.

These entries can directly supplement knowledge reserves, which is much more efficient than slowly accumulating by talent alone.

However, most golden entries are not experience-based, because the talents they bring are too powerful, and it takes a long time to truly realize these potentials.

For example, wizards like Dumbledore who have lived for more than a hundred years can fully exert their golden talents.

Even middle-aged wizards like Snape or Professor McGonagall who are at their peak need more years to settle down.

However, Deveraux already had a plan.

Instead of waiting, it is better to start with ready-made resources-such as their Herbology professor, Professor Sprout.

Although she didn't have a gold entry, she had a purple [Herb Talent] entry.

For a professor-level character, this purple entry was most likely experience-based.

If he could get it, it would definitely be a big help to his attainments in the field of potions.

With this in mind, he walked through the castle, passed the vegetable garden, and headed towards the greenhouse.

There were all kinds of magical plants planted there, and it was where they were going to have class today.

It was where they were going to have class today.

(Three more! Two more!)