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[Name: Alice Longbottom]

[Age: 33 years old]

[Spell Library: ...]

[Entries: Braveheart (purple), Martyr (purple), Magic Potential (blue)]

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[Braveheart: Bravery is the foundation of your character. When someone touches your bottom line, your courage will gush out and become the leader of the crowd! ]

[Martyr (purple): You are willing to sacrifice for your ideals and will always become the new spiritual totem of your successors. ]

[Magical Potential (blue): You have the potential to become a wizard. ]

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Deverot walked out of the ward with a heavy heart.

Carefully closed the small door he had conjured.

Then waved his wand.

Let the wall return to its original state.

He leaned against the cold wall.

He lowered his head and thought.

There was a trace of confusion and heaviness between his eyebrows that he had never had before.

"What will my future be like?"

Will he become a magic school teacher who comes up with new inventions from time to time?

He recalled all the efforts he had made along the way.

From the beginning, he just wanted to protect himself.

Continuously improve his combat effectiveness.

Until now.

His ability is enough to deter ordinary dark wizards.

Even when facing stronger enemies.

As long as it is not Dumbledore or the complete form of Voldemort.

He can fight head-on.

The significance of this.

Deveraux never doubted it.

But because of this.

He began to think about a deeper question.

Is power alone really enough?

The thin and haggard appearance of Alice Longbottom emerged in his mind.

The kind witch whose soul was destroyed by the Cruciatus Curse.

And the candy wrapper in her hand that she had crumpled countless times.

"People like her, families like the Longbottom family, what can I do for them?"

He couldn't help asking himself.

Deveraux's thoughts gradually surged.

His [Potion Spirit Body] talent might be a breakthrough.

"If I can develop a potion that can repair soul trauma, can patients like Alice find themselves again?"

"If I can improve the werewolf potion, can werewolves like Lupin completely get rid of wolf poison and no longer suffer from monthly torture?"

This series of ideas made Deveraux's heart palpitate unprecedentedly.

Perhaps he could do more than just pursue power.

He could also use his abilities to change the world.

No longer for himself.

But for those who need help.

He stood up straight.

He took a deep breath.

He looked up at the faint light at the end of the corridor.

In the past.

His efforts were for survival.

But now.

What he wants is more - a meaning.

Deveraux patted his forehead gently.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, that's it."

In addition to the Polyjuice Potion, the potion project on hand now also has to be supplemented with a potion that heals soul-level injuries and an upgraded version of the wolfsbane potion!

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Next.

Deveraux raised his arm.

"It's almost time, it's time to go back."

He turned and walked towards the sixth floor.

He followed the familiar route to the place where he had been before.

Relying on the Disillusionment Charm.

He easily avoided the sight of the two Aurors.

He used Transfiguration to open a hole in the wall of the tea room.

After swaggering in.

He quickly restored the wall to its original appearance.

Without leaving a trace.

Walked into the tea room.

Deveraux looked around.

After confirming that no one was paying attention.

He quietly turned the substitute into a small wooden block.

Then he raised his hand.

He threw it into Al's stomach.

This series of actions was smooth and flowing.

When the nurse turned her head.

All I saw was the "scared" Deveraux sitting blankly on the small sofa.

To be honest.

It's a bit difficult to pretend to be a person who is greatly frightened.

But it's okay.

Deveraux sat on the small sofa.

He fell asleep in a short while.

After all, he had just experienced a big battle and was running around in the hospital.

Plus he didn't take a nap.

He fell asleep naturally.

In a daze.

He vaguely felt that he was moved.

He opened his eyes reluctantly.

I saw Professor McGonagall scolding an Auror.

The Auror had a lion-like mess of hair.

His face was serious but he seemed a little guilty.

"My student has become like this, and you still want to take him to the Ministry of Magic? I will never allow it!" Professor McGonagall was so angry that her voice trembled.

Deveraux was confused.

What has become of him?

The nurse quickly chimed inSaid.

"Yes, this child now has typical aphasia. You can't ask anything from him even if you take him away."

"Aphasia?"

Deverot's heart skipped a beat.

I have this problem?

How come I don't know?

He didn't wait for him to ask anything.

The Auror was silent for a moment.

Finally sighed.

Nodding with difficulty.

Then he turned sideways.

Make way.

Deverot felt that he was carried down from the small sofa by Professor McGonagall.

Then he was pulled down the stairs by Professor McGonagall.

He heard the two Aurors behind him say to the leading Auror.

"Yes, no matter what you ask that child, he will only shake his head. At present, you can't ask anything, and... Hogwarts attaches great importance to him, plus his last name..."

Then Deverot couldn't hear anything.

He understood now.

It was all because of the performance of the animated double he had made for himself before.

These people felt that they were scared silly.

Deveraux couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

It seems that his Transfiguration is really strong.

These Aurors can't see it.

Follow Professor McGonagall down the stairs.

They soon came to the waiting room.

Just when Deveraux thought he could get away safely.

A familiar white figure suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor - it was the doctor he met on the fourth floor before.

Deveraux immediately lowered his head.

Trying to pretend not to see it.

But the doctor obviously noticed him.

Stride over.

Greeted Professor McGonagall enthusiastically.

"Professor McGonagall, long time no see!"

Professor McGonagall showed a rare soft smile on her face.

"Smith, it's been a long time since I last saw you. It seems that you have done well after graduation and are now a doctor."

"Yes, professor, I'm in the Department of Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning."

Smith smiled modestly.

Then pointed at Deveraux.

Said half-jokingly.

"Just now I saw the little friend you brought wandering around the hospital."

Deveraux lowered his head at a greater angle.

He wanted to get into the floor.

He didn't dare to look at Professor McGonagall's expression.

He was so nervous that his throat was in his throat.

However.

Unexpectedly.

Professor McGonagall just responded calmly.

"Oh? Really? Then I have to teach him a lesson."

She didn't ask any more questions.

Nor did she question Deveraux's behavior at the moment.

Instead, she held his hand tighter.

Said calmly.

"Well, it's getting late, Smith, I'm leaving first. I wish you good luck in your work."

"Okay, professor, be careful on the road."

Smith watched them leave.

He also touched Deveraux's head.

Like teasing a child.

Then Deveraux and Professor McGonagall walked to the long and narrow room where Ms. Prout brought him before.

At this time, the old witch was still the only one in the room.

Professor McGonagall walked up to her.

She handed her something.

What exactly was it?

Deveraux didn't see it clearly.

The witch asked without looking up.

"Where to?"

Professor McGonagall replied.

"Hogwarts Hospital Wing."

The man nodded slightly.

Then he picked up a dirty toilet seat from behind.

He waved his wand up and down.

He chanted.

"Mentos!"

Then the toilet seat trembled for a while.

It emitted a strange blue light.

Then it gradually stopped.

Then it turned dirty again.

[Ding! ]

[New spell has been stored! ]

Deveraux didn't expect to be able to learn a spell at this time.

But he didn't have the mind to pay attention to the use of the newly learned spell.

He was only worried about whether Professor McGonagall had discovered that he was not in the tea room at that time.

Professor McGonagall still said nothing.

She just took the toilet seat from the older witch.

Then she put it on the ground and let Deveraux put his finger on it.

Then.

Deveraux heard the older witch slowly say.

"Get ready, three... two... one!"

Then Deveraux felt a force pulling up his navel.

The world was spinning.

Not long after.

They were back in the small room where they had set out for St. Mungo's.

This time Deveraux was prepared.

Landed smoothly.

Didn't fall like last time.

Professor McGonagall just glanced at him.

Then she walked out.

He looked at Professor McGonagall.

He hesitated for a moment.

Still plucked up the courage to ask.

"Professor, don't you want to ask me something?"

Professor McGonagall turned her head and looked at himA glance.

Asked calmly.

"What?"

Deveraux scratched his head.

Said cautiously.

"It's... what the doctor said, that I was wandering around."

Unexpectedly.

Professor McGonagall chuckled.

"If you mean that you used a substitute to fool the Auror, then I don't think it's a big deal. Just consider it as you have completed the homework for this week's Transfiguration class."

Hearing this.

Deveraux felt relieved.

Smiled and continued.

"But professor, I don't have to do homework!"

Professor McGonagall's face darkened.

"Oh? Well, from today on, you have to do homework!"

Deveraux regretted it instantly.

He wanted to slap himself twice.

"What are you talking nonsense about!"