Chapter 97

"Yes, but not now."

Price replied with a smile.

"The Aurors still have some questions for you, so we'll wait until you've finished dinner before setting off."

As soon as these words came out.

Madam Pomfrey was obviously even more dissatisfied.

She put her hands on her hips.

His furrowed brows could almost squeeze out water.

"Hmph! None of these guys who have been around the Ministry of Magic for a long time don't care about their own bodies. Now they don't even care about the students' bodies!"

Price still smiled.

She patted Madam Pomfrey's shoulder lightly.

The tone is gentle.

"Bobby, please don't worry. At present, his soul condition is still OK."

Madam Pomfrey exhaled slowly.

It seems that his anger has subsided a little.

He raised his hand slightly.

A plate of food appeared on Devereux's bedside table.

A big bowl of steaming milk oatmeal.

Served with five ham sandwiches.

"Let's eat first, remember to clean up in advance."

Devereaux nodded.

His eyes fell on the bowl of milk oatmeal.

His Adam's apple moved and he swallowed.

This was something he specifically told Madam Pomfrey.

His favorite Hogwarts food was this.

I rely on this to survive the boring life every day.

After bringing food to Devero.

Madam Pomfrey took Price and turned around and walked deeper into the campus hospital.

Devereaux breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting back on the bed.

Picked up the sandwich and started to tuck into it.

While eating, I began to reflect on the experiences of the past two days.

Although he failed to escape from the campus hospital.

But every day, many Aurors came to visit Delis - the injured Auror who shared the ward with him.

Devereux also took this opportunity to learn his name.

At the same time, several purple entries were also loaded from several arriving Aurors, which were of little help to Devero at the moment.

The Moody Devereaux had been waiting for never came.

He really wanted Moody's years of experience in hunting dark wizards.

That would definitely be a huge improvement for the current Devereux.

Now we can only look forward to Moody personally coming to ask him later.

Think of this.

Devereux opened his panel.

...

[Host: Devero Alexander]

[Age: 11 years old]

[Identity: First-year student at Hogwarts, senior pharmacist]

[Spell library: Death Curse (unrivaled), Soul Seizing Curse (skilled), Microstructure Transformation Curse (skilled),...]

[Carrying entries: time traveler (only), magic prodigy (only), potion spirit (red), shape-shifting spirit (red), savior (red), genius staff maker (gold), protection of love (gold) ), King of Exams (Gold), Damage Repairer (Purple), Prank Inventor (Purple), Explorer (Purple)...]

[Entry database: unique (2), red (3), gold (5), purple (16), blue (926), green (13871), white (82112)]

[Pet: Al (Magic Toad)]

[Props: Magic wand (rosewood)]

[The Wisdom of the Sages: The Meditation Method of Venerable Buddha Jaya]

[Number of Magical Secret Realm Explorations: 3]

...

Devereaux sipped oatmeal with milk.

While staring at the data on his panel.

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Now he has nearly a thousand blue entries.

These are all the results that he loads in from the people around him day after day, without interruption.

"Oh, it's still too slow."

Devereaux sighed.

I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"And even if you get a purple entry, it won't be of much help to the current situation."

He scratched his head.

A piece of sandwich in his mouth.

His eyes wandered between the entries on the panel.

I still can't decide which one to upgrade to purple first.

but.

Among the blue entries.

He noticed something surprising - the Imperius Curse was already in a 'proficient' state.

It was the product of the last few days of boredom.

Devereaux was restless in the school hospital.

Always looking for something to kill time.

Other spells either make too much noise.

Or it's not suitable to practice here.

Only the Imperius Curse is both convenient and covert.

He was still a little annoyed that Al wasn't around.

As a result, Adrian brought it with him when he passed by yesterday.

It was just timely.

then.

He quickly started "practicing".

On first try.

Devereaux cast the Imperius Curse on Al.

Toad immediately stood up straight.

Then out of nowhere he started to tap dance - the sound of his little paws hitting the floor made him laugh.

Since then.

Whenever he needs to lighten up.

Al became his "best assistant" in practicing the Imperius Curse.

A few rounds down.

He quickly became proficient in this dangerous magic with the bonus of his [Magic Wizard] talent.

"It's normal for me."

Devereux shrugged.

His eyes scanned the proficiency progress bar on the panel.

He reached out and touched Al, who was nestling obediently at the end of the bed.

"How about I try to teach you how to wave the flag next time?"

He whispered to Al to himself.

At this time.

The door of the school hospital was pushed open again.

A slight creaking sound broke the silence in the room.

Deveraux turned his head subconsciously.

His eyes were instantly attracted by the man at the door.

Alastor Moody.

The legendary Auror who had haunted him for days finally appeared!

Moody limped in.

His blue magic prosthetic eye was spinning.

It seemed to be observing every detail around him.

A young Auror followed behind him.

Deveraux had never seen this person before.

"Hello, sir."

Deveraux greeted him with a smile on his face.

There was a hint of uncontrollable excitement in his tone.

He immediately activated his ability on Moody - loading his [Hunter] entry.

[Ding! ]

[Loading copy entry: Hunter (purple)...]

[Copy completed! ]

Instantly.

Countless thrilling scenes about tracking, ambush, and counterattack flooded into Deveraux's brain.

Various unique offensive and defensive spells and practical experience came like a tide.

But after all, Deveraux is no longer the flustered rookie.

With the experience of instantly raising the Killing Curse to a level that no one can match and loading the entry of Madam Pomfrey,

this time he easily adapted to the influx of information.

He was even able to leisurely drink a mouthful of oatmeal.

His expression was normal.

He didn't seem to show any strange expression.

Then came the pleasant prompt sound.

[Ding! ]

[New spell successfully stored! ]

[New spell successfully stored! ]

[New spell successfully stored! ]

...

A large number of complex and practical special spells such as dark magic counter-curses, tracking spells, and sound transmission spells quickly appeared in Deveraux's mind.

Deveraux couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

Moody just nodded slightly to Deveraux's greeting.

He didn't say much.

He walked straight into the depths of the hospital.

It seemed that he was going to discuss something with Madam Pomfrey.

Instead, the young Auror behind him.

did not follow Moody.

Instead, he went directly to Deveraux's bed.

He sat down without saying a word.

His eyes were always fixed on the inside of the hospital.

As if he was waiting for something.

Deveraux blinked.

He was a little confused about the other party's intention.

"Uh, sir, what can I do for you?"

He asked tentatively.

But the man remained silent.

He just stretched his neck.

His eyes were fixed on the depths of the hospital.

As if he had no interest in Deveraux's existence.

Time passed little by little.

Deveraux even felt that the sandwich in his hand was getting cold.

Finally.

There was a quarrel inside the hospital - the voices of Moody and Madam Pomfrey were faintly audible.

The Auror sitting in front of him seemed relieved.

He covered his face with his hands.

He whispered.

"Wait a moment."

Then.

The scene in front of him made Deveraux almost bite his tongue -

That man began to change!

The hair changed from neat short hair to shoulder-length hair with a gradient from purple to orange.

The facial features also gradually softened from the square and resolute male appearance.

A few seconds later.

A pale face with a mischievous smile appeared in front of Deveraux.

A pair of bright heart-shaped eyes made her look more lively.

"Haha, thanks to you for saving me in the auditorium before!"

She said with a smile.

There was a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"My name is Tonks."

Deveraux's eyes widened.

Looking at this surprising transformation.

Shocked, the sandwich in his hand fell to the ground.

"You..."

He immediately called up the other party's panel in his mind.

....

[Name: Nymphadora Tonks]

[Age: 18 years old]

[Spell Library: ...]

[Entries: Metamorphmagus (gold), Disguiser (purple), Magic Potential (blue)]

...

[Metamorphmagus (gold): A talent that is extremely difficult to acquire. You are born with the ability to change your appearance at will. You are a master of disguise since birth and have a talent for human body deformation that ordinary people cannot achieve. ]

[Disguiser (purple): You have a unique understanding of various types of disguise magic. You learn this type of spell faster than ordinary people and can even create some of this type of magic yourself. ]

[Magic Potential (purple): You have the potential to become a wizard. ]

...

After looking at this panel.

Deveraux immediately cursed the system in his heart again.

"Why is the interval between loading and copying so long!!!"