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Snape stood aside, his hands folded in front of his chest, watching Granger's reaction expressionlessly.

His tone was low and his words were clear, but there was an uncomfortable indifference, as if he was trying to suppress some emotions - for example, the urge to mock.

"Fully automatic brewing of potions, the cross-research method of Transfiguration and Alchemy, is a unique technology of our laboratory, which has not yet been announced to the outside world."

Snape spoke slowly, apparently explaining and admitting his mistakes, but his tone was as sharp as an ice blade.

"Sir, you misunderstood, that's understandable. After all, it was our fault for not notifying you in time."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he could no longer suppress the hint of sarcasm.

Granger was stunned and didn't react at all.

His eyes were fixed firmly on the pot of potion, and his body was stiff as if he had been cast into a petrification spell.

The liquid in the pot was stirring automatically at a steady pace, and from time to time, some herbs would be "generated" out of thin air - those herbs were completely new to him.

"What... what is this?"

Granger murmured, his voice full of shock and confusion.

He took a step forward, lowered his head, and carefully observed the changes in the pot of potion.

"Accuracy... such amazing accuracy,"

He finally raised his head, his face full of shock, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, as if even his thoughts were disrupted by this scene.

"This is simply ridiculous!"

He took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the edge of the pot, as if to verify something, then turned his eyes to Snape and spoke quickly.

"Such a precise and long-lasting application of Transfiguration Spell, I have never seen it in any other laboratory! Professor, is this your invention?"

The initial doubt was no longer in his tone

"Professor Snape, is this your invention?"

Granger's eyes flashed with admiration, and his voice even trembled.

"If so, this will be a revolutionary breakthrough in the reconstruction of the operation process of potions! Its importance even exceeds the discovery of the new structure of the Transfiguration Potion!"

After hearing this, Snape's originally cold expression relaxed a little, and a hint of joy appeared at the corners of his mouth.

However, this smile soon froze again.

He raised his hand to adjust his cuffs, and said in a low but powerful voice:

"This is not my invention."

Granger was stunned, obviously not expecting this answer.

"This is the result of one of my students."

Snape continued, with a hint of pride unique to the Half-Blood Prince in his tone, but more of a frank recognition.

Hearing this, Granger's eyes glowed even more fiercely.

He took a step forward, his tone rising.

"Is it the student who developed the new Polyjuice Potion formula?"

Snape nodded slightly, as if to acquiesce.

Granger couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, and was filled with emotion.

"Alas, this age is really scary! He is still a student, but he can make such a breakthrough in the two complex fields of Transfiguration and Potions at the same time. Such a talent has unlimited future! Of course, this is also inseparable from Professor Snape's unconventional and individualized teaching methods."

His words were full of sincere admiration, and there was no trace of the previous picky and questioning.

Snape nodded silently, his expression did not change, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was a little speechless about Granger's sudden change of attitude.

Granger seemed to be still immersed in shock.

He turned around and looked at the pot of automatically brewed Polyjuice Potion again.

The liquid in the pot was still being stirred precisely, and every movement revealed the beauty of perfect coordination and technology.

"It's wonderful! A brand new breakthrough!!"

He exclaimed sincerely.

After a moment, he turned to Snape, his eyes full of curiosity and excitement.

"By the way, Professor Snape, I always forgot to ask - what grade is your outstanding potion genius student? Where is he now? I really want to meet this young genius!"

Hearing this, Snape's face instantly became a little subtle.

He pondered for a moment, as if he was choosing his words, and finally spoke briefly.

"In fact, you have already met him."

Granger was stunned when he heard this, and his brows frowned slightly.

He recalled that since he came to Hogwarts, he went straight to Snape's laboratory as soon as possible, without even saying hello to other professors, let alone meeting any students.

"How is that possible?"

He blurted out, and then a light flashed in his mind, his eyes widened instantly, and the forehead wrinkles spread all the way to the top of his head.

He seemed to realizeWhat did he get, his voice was a little surprised.

"Could it be..."

Snape looked at his reaction and nodded calmly.

"Yes, it's the first-year student you met just now."

"This?!!!"

"Not only that, the potion formula for treating lycanthropy that I asked you to help introduce this time is also the result of this classmate."

Snape continued, looking at the expression on Sir Granger's face at this time.

He couldn't help but think of the first time he knew that Deveraux had improved the Polyjuice Potion on his own.

It was probably a similar reaction.

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Deveraux walked out of the observatory slowly.

Listening to Ron and Harry discussing how Charlie would reply to them.

They had already sent a letter to Charlie in the afternoon.

Although Deveraux didn't quite understand how Charlie, who worked in Romania, received a letter from Scotland and then replied.

It was like a mysterious and efficient magic process.

While listening to their conversation, Deveraux helped Hermione answer the questions in the astronomy class just now.

Astronomy is one of the few courses he can take with them besides the history of magic.

Unlike the romantic starry sky in the eyes of ordinary people, in the wizarding world, astronomy is not as simple as looking at the stars - it is closely related to divination and ritual magic, and it is so profound that it makes people's scalps numb.

However, for these first-year wizards, those advanced contents are still too far away.

At present, most of what they learn are the positions of constellations and the laws of planetary motion that need to be memorized, and occasionally they will encounter a few problems that need to be understood.

And Hermione's question obviously belongs to the latter.

"I understand the classification of stars, but why do they have different colors? What is the meaning of these colors in astronomy?"

Hermione frowned as she asked, looking quite confused.

As the "exam king" in Hermione's heart, Deveraux naturally came up with it easily, and explained the answer clearly in just a few sentences.

Hermione's face gradually showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, she nodded, and then asked a few more detailed questions.

Several people chatted along the long corridor towards the lounge.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the corner and they almost bumped into it.

It was a witch, and her image was really unforgettable - skinny body, huge glasses that magnified her eyes several times, countless sparkling necklaces and beads hanging around her neck, bracelets and rings piled on her wrists and fingers, and a thin and transparent scarf that sparkled like the starry sky.

Deveraux recognized who it was at a glance.

Sybil Trelawney!

The worst professor at Hogwarts.

Deveraux's eyes lit up when he saw her.

He immediately opened her entry panel.

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[Name: Sybill Trelawney]

[Age: 32]

[Spell Library: Levitation Spell (Mastered)...]

[Entries: Prophet·Incomplete Second Sight (Gold), Magic Potential (Blue), Alcoholism (Green)]

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[Prophet·Incomplete Second Sight (Gold): Born with the ability to use the third eye to foresee the future, but due to family inheritance, the second vision you inherited is extremely incomplete. You cannot actively predict the future development of things. Only when the cause and effect converge violently will your foresight potential be stimulated. ]

[Magical Potential (Purple): Possess the potential to become a wizard. ]

[Alcoholism (Green): You are pretentious, but you are not valued among the crowd. People regard you as an alien. Over time, you have developed a morbid dependence on alcohol. ]

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