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Deveraux came out of Hagrid's cellar with a dusty face, and cast a cleansing spell on himself to sweep away the ashes and dirt on his body.

He put his wand back on his waist, turned back and gave Hagrid a few more precautions.

Hagrid was smiling and his eyes were tender, and he didn't listen much.

Deveraux couldn't help complaining in his heart.

This expression was like seeing the love of his life.

Now other things were not worth mentioning in Hagrid's eyes.

After meeting up with Harry, Hermione and Ron, they walked towards the castle together.

"Deveraux,"

Hermione followed closely behind him, with a dissatisfied tone.

Why don't you just give the dragon egg to Professor McGonagall or Professor Dumbledore? Even Professor Snape will do! It's too careless for you to give it to Hagrid like this, and he is careless. If the professors find out, Hagrid may lose his job! "

Hermione became more and more excited, and her tone became higher and higher.

"Don't say that, Hermione,"

Ron immediately jumped out to defend Hagrid.

"Think about it, how many people can witness the growth of a dragon with their own eyes? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

His face was full of excitement, and even his gestures became exaggerated when he spoke.

Harry walked in the middle, lowered his head and said nothing.

Deveraux looked back at Hermione, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hermione, I completely understand your concerns, but haven't I solved the problem? What do you think I skipped the History of Magic class to do? "

That's right.

Deveraud had just used the traceless extension spell he learned from the [Alchemical Genius] entry to expand Hagrid's cellar into a space equivalent to the size of a standard basketball court.

It must be said that this spell is indeed complicated, and it took him the entire morning to barely complete it.

Now, this expanded cellar is spacious enough and hidden enough to fully meet Hagrid's needs for raising dragons.

Of course, due to the lack of certain key materials, the structure of this cellar is not stable, and Deveraud needs to cast a spell to reinforce it every three days.

But according to the plan, Charlie will come to pick up the dragon in two weeks, and there is enough time.

Despite this, Hermione still looked dissatisfied.

"Solve?"

She said angrily.

"Deveraud, do you know how fast a Norwegian Ridgeback dragon grows? In a few days, it may be bigger than Hagrid's hut!"

Her voice became more and more sharp.

"And it's illegal! The wizard conference in 1709 clearly prohibited the raising of dragons! Don't you know? Not only will this attract the attention of Muggles, but raising a dragon is extremely dangerous in itself - it can't be tamed at all!"

Deveraux nodded and responded calmly.

"You're right, so I asked Ron to contact his brother Charlie as soon as possible and send the dragon away safely."

"But!"

Hermione shook her head and said seriously.

"I still can't understand--"

Harry interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"Hermione, that's enough."

Hermione turned her head and glared at Harry angrily, but Harry looked firm.

"I believe in Deveraux, I think he must have his reasons for doing this."

Deveraux couldn't help grinning when he heard this and nodded at Harry.

Harry also smiled slightly.

"Besides, hasn't Hagrid always wanted to raise a dragon? Why not let him realize this dream? "

Hermione was silenced by these words, turned her head away angrily, and ignored them.

Ron had been immersed in his own thoughts since just now, and his mind was full of how to write a letter to Charlie.

As for Devereux, he naturally had his own plans.

Dragon, it must have interesting entries, right?

Although it is most likely the kind of entry that changes the form of existence, it never hurts to try.

What's more, it's a dragon!

Who wouldn't want to observe a real dragon up close?

More importantly, the alchemy knowledge in his mind also told him that every part of the dragon is a valuable material.

During this time, he can use his brain to see Can we get something useful?

With this thought in mind, several people went to the cafeteria for lunch.

Because of the dragon egg, Hermione didn't talk to them for the whole meal.

Deveraux and the others were basically used to it.

Hermione is just like that.

She gets very annoyed if others don't follow the rules.

She was already angry with Ron and Harry for running to duel with Malfoy at midnight.

Now she has to be angry with Deveraux for raising a dragon in the school.

Deveraux can only say that Hermione is still too young.

It's not time for her to be evil.

In the future, she will be the most rebellious one in the whole Hogwarts.

After lunch, everyoneEveryone went back to their dormitories to prepare for lunch break.

As soon as Deveraux stepped into the Slytherin common room, he heard a group of classmates whispering.

"Have you heard? Malfoy is so sick that he was sent to the hospital!"

"Well, I heard that he had a high fever caused by a cold, and he felt dizzy all over."

Deveraux was stunned, and then he remembered that after he used the "Obliviate" spell to knock Malfoy unconscious last night, he seemed to have really just left him there and ignored him...

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Forget it, just treat it as a punishment for stealing dragon eggs."

The afternoon class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In this class, Professor Mesphilos explained in depth the pain magic in soul magic, especially the principles and casting mechanisms of torture spells represented by the Cruciatus Curse.

He repeatedly emphasized that the core of casting such spells is that the caster must have a strong desire for torture in his heart and have deep hatred or malice towards the target.

Deveraux sat in the classroom, and the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong - Mesphilos didn't seem to be teaching them how to defend against the dark arts at all, but rather patiently guiding them on how to become a qualified dark wizard.

He secretly complained in his heart.

"Is he a professor of defense against the dark arts, or a practical instructor of the dark arts?"

After class, Deveraux hurriedly finished his dinner and rushed to Snape's laboratory.

Tonight, he had a batch of materials for the Polyjuice Potion to deal with.

And starting from this week, there would be astronomy classes every Wednesday night, which meant that his time was even tighter.

"Let's make a quick decision."

Deveraux muttered to himself and came to the laboratory earlier than usual.

The laboratory was still empty, and Snape had obviously not arrived yet.

He rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands and cleaned them, and quickly started to collect the materials to prepare for a new batch of Polyjuice Potion.

He was busy, and suddenly - there was a knock on the door.

Deveraux was stunned and stopped his movements.

This is not a place that anyone can enter casually. Apart from him and Snape, almost no third person would come here.

Moreover, if Snape came, he would never knock on the door, which is completely against his style.

"Could it be Professor Dumbledore?"

Deverot's heart moved.

He put down the tools in his hand, walked to the door and opened it.

A thin old man stood outside the door. He had a smile on his face and a friendly look. He was wearing an emerald green robe and his sparse hair was almost gone.

Deverot narrowed his eyes - he had never seen this person before.

(First update!)