Chapter 131

Hogwarts.

late at night.

Room of Requirement.

The room was now transformed into a spacious training ground, and the surrounding walls were covered with various melee weapons, from swords and daggers that shone with cold light to sharp spears.

In the center is an open space covered with soft cushions, and there are several lifelike dummies standing around it, as if they were specially designed for combat.

The layout of this venue is quite similar to the classroom where Snape once took Devereaux for duel training, but it has a bit more murderous intent.

Devereaux stood in the center of the mat, his eyes scanning the three dummies lined up in front of him.

With a focused expression, he slowly raised his right hand and put on a heavy glove with his left hand.

"call--"

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly clenched his fists.

The next moment, his left arm suddenly swelled, the muscles swelled to several times their thickness, veins coiled around the surface of the arm like a python, and the skin had a faint green sheen.

This change made him look extremely uncoordinated, as if part of a monster had been forcibly grafted onto a human body.

Devereaux growled and lunged towards the dummy.

The mat under his feet was slightly dented, but he was as fast as a beast, rushing towards the first dummy with the sound of wind.

"boom!"

With a swinging punch, the dummy's chest shattered and its parts scattered.

Without pausing, he turned around and delivered a jab. The second dummy was knocked backwards and hit the wall hard, turning into a pile of parts.

The last dummy received a heavy blow.

Devereaux's green fist was like a boulder, smashing down from top to bottom. The dummy instantly turned into countless pieces, and the remains on the mat were scattered all over the floor.

After finishing this, Devereaux panted slightly, staggered back, and finally fell down on the soft cushion.

He looked down at his left arm. At this time, the arm had completely turned into a dark green, and the surface of the skin was as rough as rock, exuding a cold light.

When the fragments of the dummy hit his arm, they didn't leave even a scratch.

"It seems the durability is okay."

Devero murmured quietly, with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

After confirming that nothing was abnormal, he finally relaxed and lay down on the mat.

The soft touch beneath him made his tired body gradually relax, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Before he knew it, Devereux fell asleep like this.

"ah!"

Devereux woke up with a start, his heart still beating violently.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, only to realize that he had slept in the Room of Requirement until three in the morning.

Rubbing his sore eyes, he turned his head and glanced at his left arm - it had completely returned to its normal appearance.

But at the same time, his stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily, reminding him of something urgent.

Devero helplessly held his forehead and whispered to himself.

"Why are the side effects of this thing so outrageous? He punched me three times and knocked me out. Now even the demand for food has increased a lot. Sure enough, using the tissues of magical creatures to make alchemical equipment will not only consume In addition to magical power, it also inherits some characteristics of the original creature. It’s a bit troublesome... It seems that it will be more reliable to use metal as much as possible in the future.”

He glanced at the remains of the dummy on the ground and sighed inwardly.

What was used just now was the alchemical equipment made from the troll fingers "borrowed" from Snape.

It can greatly enhance his melee capabilities in a short period of time, giving him strength and defense comparable to that of a troll.

To make up for his greatest weakness - his weak child body.

Although it seems that only the left arm has changed on the outside, in fact, the whole body is strengthening simultaneously.

But the side effects were equally obvious - just a simple warm-up actually made him lose consciousness.

Devereaux slumped on the mat for a while, then managed to get up and move his body.

He took out his wand and waved it gently. The dummy pieces seemed to be picked up by invisible hands and obediently put into the trash can. The training ground returned to tidiness.

He clapped his hands and exited the Room of Requirement with satisfaction.

Walking in the quiet corridors of Hogwarts at night, he yawned loudly.

At this time, the entire castle was so silent that it made people's ears hurt, and even Folch, who was usually everywhere, seemed to have fallen asleep.

Devereux glanced down at the exploration progress he was recording.

[Current exploration level of the secret realm: 40.5%]

He curled his lips and murmured.

"Oh, it's not a bad day. Anyway, I can't get an entry upgrade card in one night."

He shook his head, temporarily putting aside his plans for tonight's adventure, and walked straight to the door of the Slytherin common room.

However, just when he was about to say the password, there was a louder gurgling sound in his stomach.

Devereaux rubbed his belly and frowned.

This feeling is really unbearable and unbearable.

"Forget it, I won't be able to sleep even if I go back."

He sighed and said to himself.

"Let's fill our stomachs first."

After that, he turned around and walked in the other direction.

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De Vero came to a wide stone corridor, which was brightly lit by torches and decorated everywhere with pleasant pictures, mainly of food.

Eventually he made his way under a painting.

On it was a huge silver bowl filled with fruit.

Devero skillfully stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.

The pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green doorknob.

Devereaux pulled it away.

In a quick glance, Devereaux came to a large room with a high ceiling, as big as the auditorium above. Many gleaming copper pots and basins were piled against the surrounding stone walls. At the other end of the room was a brick Large brick fireplace.

Here are four long wooden tables.

The tables were placed exactly like the tables in the four houses in the auditorium above.

This is probably why every time there is a school opening ceremony or Halloween party.

That’s why food always appears on the tables in the auditorium.

Devereux walked directly to a small table and sat down as if he was very familiar with it.

In an instant, an elf appeared in front of him.

"Dear sir, what do you need?"

This is a very standard-looking elf.

He has big bat-like ears and protruding green eyes, and is wearing a wrinkled pillowcase.

What's different is that he has a conspicuous scar on his face, extending from the corner of his mouth to under his ear, but this does not affect the enthusiastic expression on his face at all.

"Just a bowl of oatmeal with milk, Ah Fu."

Devereaux smiled and nodded, but added solemnly.

"I only want one bowl! Last time you roasted a whole cow and almost choked me to death!"

(Second update!)