Chapter 133

When Devereaux walked out of the school hospital, he used a cleaning spell to clean away the nosebleeds on his body with a look of disgust on his face.

Behind him, Madam Pomfrey was yelling at George.

"You two are actually eating this magical creation! If Devereaux hadn't brought Fred here in time, he might have died due to excessive blood loss!"

Devereaux shook his head, recalling what he had just heard in the school hospital.

It turned out that the Weasley twins had a sudden idea to combine the "bloody lollipops" and "nougat" from their friend Honeydukes Candy Shop in an attempt to create a class-skipping candy that could make people "nosebleed" quickly.

The problem is that their magical knowledge is far from enough, and they are unable to make the corresponding antidote.

After Fred ate the candy, his nosebleeds profusely. They tried various methods to stop the bleeding, but not only did they fail, they actually made the situation worse.

As a last resort, they decided to come to the school hospital for help.

"These brothers are really cruel, they are so cruel to themselves."

Devereux sighed secretly, and then couldn't help laughing.

"No wonder they can make a fortune from joke shops in the future. Today, they almost risked their lives in the experiment."

As soon as they stepped out of the campus hospital, Ron, Hermione and Harry came up to them and asked nervously.

"How's Fred?"

Devero waved his hand and said lazily.

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey gave him a super hematopoietic agent. Even if he continues to have nosebleeds for a week, he won't die."

"etc!"

Hermione frowned.

"You mean, Fred is still bleeding?"

Devereaux sighed and nodded.

"Yes. They used a magic similar to the 'Permanent Sticking Spell'. They originally wanted to bind the nosebleed effect to the candy, but the spell went out of control and directly stuck the wound and the 'bleeding state' together. Fortunately "They're not very good and this spell won't last long, but they're basically going to be in the hospital this weekend."

After listening, several people were dumbfounded.

Harry sighed.

"They fought really hard."

Ron scratched his head and muttered.

"What on earth are these two guys thinking..."

But Hermione couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't it good to be obedient and go to class? These so-called inventions are just asking for trouble!"

Devereaux shrugged, yawned, and said lazily.

"Okay, okay, I'm sleepy after all this going on. Go back to the lounge and catch up on some sleep."

He waved his hand and walked towards the lounge, leaving a few people behind him to look at each other helplessly before following him together.

——

Said it was sleep.

In fact, Devereaux spent an afternoon practicing meditation in his dormitory.

It was a relatively peaceful week though.

But he didn't forget his goal.

Facing the Priory of Tindalos that could threaten his life at any time, Devereux knew that he could not survive by relying on luck alone.

Only by continuously improving one's own strength can one have a chance of survival in future confrontations.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and focused, slowly guiding his consciousness outward.

Now, he has been able to extend his senses beyond the dungeons to the first floor of Hogwarts.

This kind of sensory expansion is a kind of real-time vision, and it is also very helpful for controlling environmental changes and enhancing telepathy.

As for the level of magic power, he currently has a standard for evaluation.

The criteria for evaluation is simple - the Troll Glove in your hand.

This was made using alchemy from a troll's fingers and consumed a lot of magic power.

If an ordinary adult wizard wears it and punches it twice, the magic power will be bottomed out.

And he can now throw four punches at his maximum, which is equivalent to twice the magic power reserve of an adult.

Of course, such a large consumption of magic power is also related to the materials he currently does not have.

If some gold can be added to its structure as a magic guide material, the loss of magic power will be significantly reduced.

But in general, Devereaux's magic level is now much higher than that of a normal adult wizard.

But this is not enough.

He was unsure of the strength of his opponent.

The power of the Priory of Tindalos is unfathomable.

That was an organization that even Dumbledore had to deal with personally seven years ago.

He couldn't rule out the possibility that there might be someone as powerful as Voldemort among them.

Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold and he said to himself secretly.

“Just practice cooking more!!”

In this way, Devereaux continued to practice until 6:30 p.m.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the bed.

He raised his watch and looked at the time, with a slight smile on his lips.

"It's almost time. Eat something first, and then start my endless 'black job' career."

There's not much work to do today.

He plans to visit Professor Snape to discuss how to extend the shelf life of Wolfsbane Potion.

Devereux has actually come up with several ideas on this topic.

However, it may be less feasible.

In such a detailed field as potion preservation, an experienced potions master like Snape is needed to provide guidance.

Perhaps, through this discussion, he can turn theory into workable practice.

After dinner, Devereaux did not stay at the table chatting with Adrian as leisurely as usual.

He quickly cleared away the food on his plate, stood up and left, heading straight towards Snape's laboratory.

Along the way, he was thinking about the issue of extending the shelf life of Wolfsbane potion, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

However, when he arrived at the underground classroom, he was surprised to find that the classroom lights were already on.

"The professor came very early today."

Devereaux muttered and stepped down the stairs with some doubts.

When he walked to the classroom door, he found that the laboratory door was still closed, which meant that Snape was not inside.

Devereaux looked around before realizing it.

In the seat where Gryffindor students usually sit, there is a strange blonde girl.

The girl looked about the same age as him, and her messy blond hair looked a bit casual.

She was wearing a Hogwarts uniform and her legs were swaying slightly, as if she was waiting for someone.

"This is Professor Snape's private classroom."

Devereux stepped forward and reminded her kindly.

"If you break in casually and get caught by the professor, you may get points deducted."

He said, looking at the girl carefully.

Her eyebrows were so shallow that they were almost invisible, and her two bulging eyes made her look like she was constantly surprised.

Devereux looked at it for a while before realizing that she was born like this.

The girl raised her head and answered in an ethereal voice.

"I'm waiting for my dad."

There was no wave in her tone, as if this sentence was just a simple fact.

Then, staring at Devereux, she added thoughtfully.

"But I think he might want to leave me here and then leave me alone."

This sentence caused Devereux's brain to shut down instantly.

"Dad...Dad?!"

The corners of Devereaux's mouth twitched slightly, and a turbulent wave was already stirring in his heart.

He quickly organized clues in his mind - a girl appeared in the potions classroom and said she was waiting for her father.

Devereaux immediately zeroed in on the suspect in his mind.

"Sileforth Snape! What have you done?!"

Devereaux had already determined by this time that this was a Harry Potter world with some changes in the timeline.

So it is entirely possible that Snape has a daughter!

Although Devereaux and I have lived together for so long, I still haven’t noticed...

But it's also possible that Snape hid it deeply!