Chapter 70

When consciousness gradually returns from chaos.

"oops!"

Feeling a headache.

Devero frowned and put his hand on half of his face.

"Damn it, don't mess around anymore. This depletion of magic power feels like half your life is gone."

He vaguely remembered that he followed Professor McGonagall to a secret room.

Then he activated all the stone piers with all his strength without knowing what happened.

Drained myself.

Phew~

Take another deep breath.

I feel that the pain in my head has faded a lot.

Only then did Devereaux have time to focus on his situation.

He raised his head blankly.

"Where am I?"

A question popped up in my mind.

What he felt at this time was the silence of the surrounding environment.

There is a faint smell of herbs in the air - it's Bai Xian.

It was a smell that Devereaux had never experienced anywhere else—only in the hospital at Hogwarts could he smell it so clearly.

What comes into view is the white ceiling and rows of neatly arranged hospital beds.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows.

It adds a bit of warmth to this space.

"Professor McGonagall should have sent me here, right? By the way, what time is it now?"

Devereux just breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I remembered that I had classes in the afternoon.

Quickly pick it up and take a look.

Oh haha.

Missed it.

It's almost five o'clock now.

Basically, get out of class will be over in a while.

Devereaux couldn't help but hold his forehead.

This class was a spells class, and he was quite looking forward to taking the upper-level classes.

"That's fine, my magic power is exhausted anyway, so let's take a rest first."

Thinking of Devereux lay down again and closed his eyes.

Boom!

Just heard a loud noise.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door.

Devereaux sat up suddenly.

The conditioned reflex is to pull out your own magic wand.

Only then did he realize that his wand was not at his waist.

Then a commotion was heard.

Then several people rushed in.

"Professor, my hand hurts! That guy Flint set me on fire!"

"I didn't mean it! I don't know why my wand suddenly burst out with green fire!"

"Okay, okay, be quiet, Poppy! Poppy! Are you there?"

I saw Ravenclaw Headmaster Flitwick running in with two students.

The palm of one of the students had been burned black.

He was a Gryffindor student whom Devereux knew.

Percy Weasley!

The other person, Devereux, also recognized it.

It was his prefect Marcus Flint.

At this moment, Devereux suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a useless chance to copy the purple entry today.

Immediately take down an entry from Professor Flitwick.

【bite! 】

[Loading copied entries: Duelist (Purple)...]

[Copying completed! 】

...

[Duelist (Purple): Has a strong sense of battle and is almost invincible in a one-on-one duel! 】

...

Success!

In an instant, countless scenes of duels flooded into Devero's mind.

Suddenly he felt like a battle-hardened super duelist!

He was pleasantly surprised to find out.

This entry turned out to be an experience-based entry.

In other words, he inherited Flitwick's dueling experience to a large extent!

This also means...

【bite! 】

[The new spell has been successfully added to the database! 】

[The new spell has been successfully added to the database! 】

[The new spell has been successfully added to the database! 】

...

Dozens of spells commonly used in duels flooded into Devero's mind!

Suddenly he felt that he was terrifyingly strong!

I immediately want to shoot a disarming spell!

But then he realized he had neither a wand.

The magic power is also exhausted.

And the other side.

Hear someone calling.

Madam Pomfrey rushed out to receive treatment.

Percy's expression was extremely solemn when he saw the injury on his hand.

Immediately began to denounce.

"I told the principal not to set up a dueling club! Now, where is Filius? I heard him calling me just now. He sent you here and left? Got a hit. You don’t want to tell me any magic? So irresponsible!”

Devereaux could barely hold back his laughter at this point.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand in embarrassment.

"Um...Bobby, I'm here."

Madam Pomfrey looked down.

Only then did he find Professor Flitwick standing aside.

His face suddenly turned red and white.

But he immediately returned to his illness.

"Oh! Thank God, Philus, you are here. Please tell me what spell this child has been cast on. It looks like this hand is going to be useless!"

Professor Flitwick didn't care about that.

Immediately explain the specific situation at that time.

"The thing in this student should be a kind of black magic. I used several fire-extinguishing spells but they didn't work. Finally, I used the counter-curse of the Fire Curse to succeed."

Devereaux clearly saw it.

Madam Pomfrey's face darkened three times when she heard that Percy had been hit by dark magic.

When I heard that Percy was under the Fire Curse.

Her expression instantly turned frightened.

"What? You actually allow them to use black magic in class, and... it's a fire curse! Hurry! Otherwise, you won't be able to save your hand!"

She immediately pulled Percy and rushed towards the depths of the school hospital.

Devereaux figured it was somewhere in Hogwarts' operating theater.

"Fire Spell?"

Looking at their backs.

Devereux frowned.

He had only seen this kind of spell in the seventh part of the original book before.

It is a very powerful black magic.

It can even destroy Horcruxes.

This was actually used by Marcus?

And hit Percy!

Recalling that Marcus had moved so many dark magic books from the forbidden book area.

It doesn't seem impossible.

Looking back at Professor Flitwick and the others.

At this time, Marcus was trying his best to explain to Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, I really didn't mean it. I wanted to use a fire spell at that time, but what I didn't expect was the green flame."

Faced with Marcus's painstaking explanation.

Professor Flitwick also sighed.

"Oh, Marcus, I believe you. The spell you recited at that time was indeed a fire spell. I saw it really clearly, so don't worry, I won't wrongly accuse you. But in a responsible attitude, I still I need to take your wand away, and you won’t be joining the Duel Club for the time being.”

Then Flitwick stood on tiptoes and took the wand away from Marcus' waist.

Marcus looked a little lost after his wand was taken away.

He walked out of the school hospital with a dull look in his eyes.

Professor Flitwick looked at his performance and shook his head slightly.

"Professor, what is this duel club?"

Suddenly Professor Flitwick was startled by a sound coming from behind.

Look back.

Devereux was standing behind him, smiling.

Devereux naturally knows what a duel club is.

Lockhart did such a thing in the original work.

It was also because Voldemort had infiltrated the school.

That's why Dumbledore gave the order to organize such an event.

Now it seems that it is also because of the weekend.

Let Dumbledore plan to put the dueling club back on the curriculum.

"It turns out it's you, Devereux. This duel club is Professor Dumbledore's idea. In order to teach some basic fighting skills, he hopes to start it on a trial basis for senior students above fifth grade to fully train everyone. Next I will let you juniors join in the next year in case you need to defend yourself one day, but I didn’t expect such an accident in the first week.”

At this point, Professor Flitwick sighed again.

Devereux nodded as he listened, and his eyes lit up.

It was just as he expected.

Dumbledore is now preparing to strengthen the students' defense capabilities in advance.

"Professor, I am also in the fifth grade class now. Can I also join this duel club in the next class?"

Devereux has always wanted to have a chance to practice his skills.

This group of seniors and seniors.

Hehe, it’s a good training material.

"Well, of course, haha, but I will say hello to other students in advance and will not be so harsh on you."

Professor Flitwick smiled and nodded in agreement.

Suddenly he looked outside the door warily.

Walk up to Devereux and whisper to him. (Actually at his chest level)

"Devereaux, do you know who the two gentlemen outside this door are, dressed like medieval knights?"

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