Chapter 136

The next day is Saturday.

In the morning, Devereux got up early and headed to Hagrid's cabin with a hint of hangover fatigue.

His task was to help Hagrid maintain the traceless extension spell in the cellar in the area that was previously used for the dragons to survive.

Hagrid pointed to the cellar while warmly inviting Devero to drink tea.

"Soon, this little guy will hatch out of his shell. According to the book, this breeding situation is considered very successful."

Devero squatted on the edge of the cellar, stared at the round, black egg and nodded.

At this time, it was being hung by Hagrid next to a device that continuously spewed out fire beams.

This is to simulate the female dragon breathing on the eggs while they are hatching.

Hagrid laughed, patted Devereux on the shoulder, and enthusiastically handed over a large piece of stone cake for breakfast.

After Devereux brought the dragon egg over, Hagrid took care of him as his mother-in-law.

Very good to him.

Devereux had no choice but to take it bravely, biting the "stone" while casting a spell into the cellar.

At noon, Devereux took the time to go to the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

"Hey, Devereaux! You won't believe it, but George and I are getting bitten by our own invention!"

Fred was half lying on the bed, with an exaggerated expression on his face, but he couldn't hide a trace of pride.

The nosebleeds continued to ooze out.

But it's no longer as exaggerated as yesterday.

It appeared that Devereaux was already unconscious when he was taken to the hospital.

They didn't know that Devereux already knew about this.

He took a piece of candy from under his pillow and handed it to Devereux.

"This is a modified version of nasal blood sugar, give it a try."

Devereux took the candy and squeezed it between his fingers, his nose wrinkled.

"How dare you improve these things...I won't taste them, just give them to Al."

Devereux put it in Al's mouth with great disgust.

But Al wouldn't eat it.

It looks like it was put into Devereux's storage space.

Fred couldn't help laughing when he saw Al's actions.

"If the little guy suddenly gets a nosebleed, don't blame me!"

Devereux waved, turned and left the hospital.

It's approaching night.

This was Luna's first time experimenting with wolfsbane potion, and Devereux walked into Snape's laboratory with mixed emotions.

He secretly vowed to carefully observe every detail and accumulate valuable experience and data for future research and development.

However, when he pushed open the laboratory door, what he saw shocked him.

Almost the entire Hogwarts professors arrived.

Professor McGonagall sat aside with a solemn expression.

Professor Flitwick brought several thick spell notebooks with him, which he read from time to time.

Professor Sprout held several spare healing herbs in his hand, obviously to back up first aid needs.

Among them, Dumbledore, wearing his iconic star-and-moon robe, stood leisurely with a thoughtful light in his eyes.

Except for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Of course, Devereux also understood that they were doing this to ensure the safety of this experiment.

Despite this, Devereaux felt a lot more at ease. After all, with Dumbledore here, there were almost no emergencies that were beyond his control.

In contrast, Snape's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He was obviously very dissatisfied that his laboratory was "occupied" by so many people. He even stood in the corner with his arms crossed on his chest and glanced coldly across the room.

Devereux stood by the door, muttering.

"Professor won't just kick us all out, right?"

Sure enough, Dumbledore stepped forward and patted Snape's shoulder gently, his tone gentle but firm enough that he could not refuse.

"Severus, this laboratory is the safest place in the school, and it is also the best place to observe the effects. Although the Shrieking Shack is secretive, the space is small and not suitable for detailed observation. And..."

Dumbledore paused, smiled slightly, and whispered.

"I heard that the ceremony for awarding the Order of Merlin is already in preparation."

Devereaux clearly saw that the corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was struggling whether to retort.

However, facing Dumbledore's calmness, he finally just snorted coldly, turned his head and said reluctantly.

"It's up to you, just don't mess with my things."

Thinking that the dragon was about to break out of its shell, Devereaux decided to plan ahead.

In order to better cope with the situation at that time, he loaded the [Fantastic Beast Affinity] entry from Dumbledore.

Instantly, a strange feeling came to my heart.

He seemed to be in a jungle full of magical animals, with various calls and growls echoing in his ears, and he could even feel some kind of subtle "connection".

Not only that, but Devereux's mind was suddenly flooded with a wealth of knowledge about raising and comforting magical creatures—from the habits of caring for a Niffler to how to spot a hidden ptarmigan nest.

Even the details of the dragon's hatching are crystal clear.

He felt as if he had become an experienced magical biologist.

His eyes widened and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Oh my god, Dumbledore's entry is actually for experience? How many magical animals has he lived with?"

However, before Devereaux could fully digest this sudden influx of knowledge, Snape's actions interrupted his thoughts.

Devereaux came to his senses and saw Snape carefully scooping out a dose of wolfsbane potion from the cauldron, filling it in a slender glass bottle, and handing it to Luna.

The potion gave off a faint fluorescence, and the liquid was as viscous as concentrated moonlight, but the smell was somewhat pungent.

Luna took the potion, a trace of hesitation appeared on her face, but she quickly raised her head and showed a calm smile.

She slowly lifted the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Cough, cough..."

Luna frowned suddenly after drinking it. It was obvious that the medicine tasted quite bad.

Devereux looked at her difficult expression and made a mental note.

"Improve the taste of the potion and add flavoring herbs."

Everyone held their breath to watch Luna's reaction, but a few minutes passed and nothing unusual happened.

Devereaux breathed a sigh of relief, understanding.

It's not yet time for the full moon to rise, and the true effect of the wolfsbane potion can only be revealed when it transforms.

"Very good, let's take a rest first and prepare for the next important part."

Dumbledore clapped his hands, his tone calm but somewhat encouraging.

Devereaux looked at Luna, who was holding a honey gummy candy, as if she wanted to suppress the bitterness left by the potion.

Her eyes were still calm and alert, as if she was confident about the next challenge.

This made Devereaux couldn't help but respect her even more.

Devereaux also remembered at this time.

Once Luna loses control, she must be prepared.

He reached out and took out a pair of rough but strong troll gloves from Toad Al's mouth.

The gloves exuded a metallic shimmer and looked quite strong.

The moment he put on the gloves, he felt a subtle sense of security.

At this time, Dumbledore walked over slowly, looked at Devereux's gloves, and smiled.

"Looks pretty good, Devereux."

"It's okay."

Devereux smiled back, but then shrugged and added.

"But if there is more gold material, the effect will be better."

He knew that Dumbledore would definitely be able to tell that the gloves were an alchemical creation, and he had no intention of hiding it.

After all, these gloves exist for self-defense.

The two fell into silence briefly. The smell of potion and the light of the spell in the laboratory were intertwined. The atmosphere seemed tense but not oppressive.

After a while, Devereux broke the silence and spoke brightly.

"Professor, actually, I am still an alchemy genius."

(Fourth update!)