Chapter 45

Seriously.

For Devereux.

The number one most hated course is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Because Quirrell always makes the classroom full of garlic smell.

The second one is undoubtedly the potions class.

Although his potion skills are far beyond those of his peers.

So generally.

He should really like it.

After all, you can show yourself as a saint in front of others.

The entry for [Descendants of Slytherin] is loaded in the future.

It should also be counted among the honors achieved.

Maybe it can improve his strength.

But Snape didn't give him any chance to show off.

It was even said that he treated Devereaux as nothing in class.

All he sees is...

"Potter! What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?"

That's right.

It was the Friday of Devereux's first week at Hogwarts.

The first class in the morning is potions class.

The scene in front of me is a classic three-question session in Potions class.

Watching Hermione stretch her hand so high.

Devereaux couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

Don't disturb their world at this time.

Neville next to him was obviously frightened by Snape's severity.

He pushed his head under the table desperately.

He was afraid that he would be the next person picked up by Snape.

Consider what might happen to him later.

This time Devereaux offered to sit with him.

And Devereaux's reputation during this time.

It wouldn't seem strange to have him sitting next to a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.

No Slytherin would say anything to him for this move.

To Devereux's surprise.

Malfoy seemed to have little interest in the drama of Harry's execution.

He and his two followers sat in a corner of the classroom.

His eyes were a little dull.

Not many people were sitting next to him.

Be it Slytherin or Gryffindor.

It is estimated that what happened in the flying lesson yesterday had a big impact on him.

And many people in Slytherin's senior class also began to have opinions about him.

After all, I walked out the door one morning and took a look.

The big hourglass in the snake courtyard's college branch has been emptied!

This is really something no one can bear.

In the common room yesterday.

Some people have already begun to lament that Slytherin will not be able to win the House Cup this year for the first time in seven years!

But Devereux as a time traveler.

He had long known that the Academy Cup had been advanced to Gryffindor by Dumbledore seven years in advance.

So he didn't really want to struggle.

There was no resentment toward Malfoy as there was among others.

I just wish he could be quieter.

Now it's perfect for Devereaux's expectations.

Look at that sullen expression.

He must have been deeply affected.

On the other side, Snape's troubles continued.

"Tsk, tsk... It seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Snape walked right past Hermione who was about to reach her hands to the ceiling.

His eyes were fixed on Harry's face.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"

"I don't know, Professor."

"I take it you didn't read a single book before term started, did you, Potter?"

....

What follows is a series of answers that come out of Snape's mouth.

He quickly glanced around at all the students watching.

Except Devereux.

The person everyone looks at.

They all jerked their necks.

"Understood? Why don't you write this all down?!"

The classic Three Questions frightened all the students so much that they did not dare to breathe.

There was a rustle of quills.

Devereux held his chin up and watched the scene in boredom.

to be honest.

These contents are considered the most basic basic knowledge.

Devereux hadn't awakened the system half a year ago.

It’s already fully mastered.

Now there is an entry for [Potion Spirit].

That's out of the question.

Too bad Snape was in class.

He only had eyes for Potter.

After deducting points from Harry for talking back.

Potions class finally entered the stage that Devereux was most looking forward to.

He had forgotten the potion equipment that Snape had given him before.

It was kept in Al's belly.

When I wanted to take it out the day before yesterday.

It was found that unknown mucus was stuck on it.

So Devereux cleaned them up.

It's still drying now.

But he didn't touch the potion for a whole week.

Today we finally open meat!

Snape divided them into teams of two.

Instruct them to mix a simple potion to treat scabies.

And Devereux naturally became a group with Neville sitting next to him.

to be honest.

Neville did feel a little clumsy.

Even with Devero's help.

He also almost put the materials in the wrong order.

certainly.

That was why Snape was dangling behind him.

Under the protection of Devereux.

The two of them were almost the only people in the class who had not been scolded by Snape.

Even Malfoy, whom Snape favored in the original book.

All because of distraction.

Got scolded quietly once.

Even with Neville on the side to give Devero strength.

But Devereaux relied on his extraordinary potion intuition.

and some kind of metaphysical blessing.

Only two-thirds of the material is used.

This completes the configuration of this simple potion.

At this time, others were still weighing dried nettles.

The classmates at the front and back tables all turned around.

He looked in amazement at the pot of clear, steaming green potion in front of Devereaux.

"Oh my god! It hasn't been three minutes yet! Alexander is ready?"

"Impossible! He's finished cooking my snake teeth before I've even broken them into pieces? Is this a student in the same grade as me?"

"I think Devereaux must be from a pure-blood family in France! He must have received excellent magic education since he was a child!"

"Yes! And he is so gentle and polite, he must be from a noble family!"

This is the discussion among the students in the Snake Academy.

reached Devereaux's ears.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny.

What aristocrat?

He just received nine years of compulsory education.

He's a normal person and won't talk trash when we meet.

Does this make you a noble?

But it is true that a good potion education is obtained from an early age.

After all, it was Snape himself who taught him.

It's just that the process was a bit miserable.

"That's enough, there's no need for extra noise here."

Snape was louder than a whisper.

But the deep voice that everyone could hear reappeared.

"Or do you think you have completely mastered the making of this potion?"

Snape's snake-like eyes glanced at the students who were just screaming.

The students who were seen did not dare to breathe.

Said.

Snape walked over to Devereaux and Neville's table.

Looking into the pot in front of Devereux.

That pot of clear potion that seemed to contain no impurities.

Snape stood there motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the pot of potion.

Devereux knew this look very well.

This was the look on Snape's face when he was looking for trouble.

He was desperately trying to find a flaw in Devereaux's potion.

But obviously.

There was no way Devereaux was going to overturn this extremely simple potion.

Tsk!

Only a very small smacking sound was heard from Snape.

Devereaux's lips curled up.

"It's very standard, it can even be said to be a perfect work. Mr. Alexander, five points for your performance, Slytherin."

Said.

Snape was about to walk back to the podium with a dark face.

At this time.

Devereaux stood up suddenly.

"Professor Snape, your points are short."

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