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"So, last night, I really pointed at the nose of the Grand Master of Potion Masters and told him to get out?"

Deveraux sat on a bench in the auditorium with a deathly pale face, and his whole body was lifeless like an eggplant hit by frost.

It was noon on Thursday, and he was having lunch with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but the food had obviously lost its appeal to him.

The experience last night was like a basin of cold water poured on his head. After he found out the true identity of the "old man", he was directly worried.

Hector Dagworth-Granger.

A name that made him breathless.

The Taishan Beidou of the pharmacist world, a serious Grand Master-level figure.

If the potion world also had wizard cards, he would definitely be the legendary top card!

It is estimated that he is the one who endorsed their new formulas for Polyjuice Potion and Wolfsbane Potion this time.

This offended him so much.

Deveraux wished he could go back and slap himself twice now.

As for why he could see Granger before.

Deveraux guessed there were two possibilities.

One was that Granger forgot to cast a spell on himself at that time.

So Deveraux could see it directly.

Of course, this possibility was very small.

Another possibility was that Deveraux was a [Potion Spirit].

Because of his special physique.

And Granger got this ability from herbs.

Then the effect of this magic would be weakened in front of Deveraux.

So Deveraux could see him.

And Granger's ability to see Deveraux's potion talent could be explained.

Now Deveraux hadn't figured out how to talk to Snape about this.

"Explain? What should I tell him about me? 'Professor, I may have offended your guest last night, and scolded him for his poor practice of the Disillusionment Charm?'"

Deveraux covered his face, wanting to cry but without tears.

"I want to go back and slap myself!"

Deveraux was guilty and deliberately didn't look at him in the eye in the potions class.

He didn't even answer questions in class.

He had the most low-key class since he came to Hogwarts.

The other class this morning was Transfiguration.

There was nothing special in this class.

Except that other students regarded him as the third generation Dark Lord and a master of mind reading as usual and didn't dare to sit next to him and look at him.

There was nothing special.

"Alas, they won't spread anything new, such as I am actually Voldemort's son or something like that, oh, I have a nose, so I can't be one."

Deveraux muttered.

Hermione looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Very worried.

"Don't worry, Deveroy. I asked Professor McGonagall yesterday. She said that since Professor Trelawney came to this school, she has predicted that a student will die every year. So far, none of them have died."

Harry probably thought that Deveroy was worried about the unlucky words Trelawney said yesterday.

So he specifically told Deveroy about Professor McGonagall's attitude.

Ron also nodded.

"Yes, yes, I think that professor's prediction level is not as high as Neville! Every time he predicts that his grandmother will send him a letter, it is scary accurate."

"Ron, can you please stop saying such things!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, turned to Deveroy with a helpless look, and her tone was much more serious.

"But, Deveraux, it's better to be careful. I checked the time of the nearest full moon and found that this Saturday is the next full moon. You'd better stay in the castle that night and don't run around."

As she said, she took out a piece of parchment from her schoolbag, on which were neatly written the full moon dates of the next few months, and handed it to Deveraux.

Deveraux looked at the parchment and took it with a wry smile.

As the mixer of Polyjuice Potion, he had already engraved these dates in his mind, even more detailed than Hermione's form.

But he was embarrassed to refuse, so he whispered "thank you".

Deveraux smiled at them.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of suspicious person. It's about potions. You know I'm Snape's potion apprentice. I've encountered some problems recently, so I'm a little...depressed."

The few people who heard this looked enlightened.

But they couldn't give Deveraux any substantial help.

After all, if it is a problem that even Deveraux can't solve, what use can they be?

Deveraux suddenly changed the subject, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked up and asked Ron.

"By the way, Ron, has Charlie replied?"

Ron took a bite of the baked potato and shook his head.

"Not so fast! It will take at least a week. Owls can't fly.Broom."

Uh.

Even a flying broom is ridiculous.

Deveraux nodded, his eyes drifting out the window, his expression thoughtful.

He silently calculated the time in his heart - the day after tomorrow is a full moon, and it is also the day he plans to help Hagrid reinforce the cellar traceless extension charm.

"Could it be... something will happen?"

Deveraux murmured in a low voice.

——

In the afternoon spells class, Professor Flitwick was obviously in a very good mood, and he recalled the school duel held last weekend with great excitement on the podium.

"That was a very exciting game!"

He waved his little arms, his tone full of pride and excitement.

"The first place is the seventh-year male student union president - from Gryffindor. He is a genius spell master who aspires to become an Auror! "

According to Flitwick, the champion defeated all opponents with ease in a nearly crushing manner.

Many students in the classroom were stunned and whispered about this legendary seventh-year senior.

However, Deverot, who was sitting in the back row, was not interested.

He was not interested in the rumors about his opponent.

He even felt that these "sweeping opponents" records were just because the other contestants were not good enough.

However, when Professor Flitwick talked about the rewards of the competition, Deverot's attention was finally attracted.

"Next week we will continue to hold dueling competitions, and the reward this time is still a very effective dueling spell,"

Flitwick smiled mysteriously, paused, and then added.

"And it is guaranteed that you have never learned it! "

Deverot raised his eyebrows, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.

Learn a new and practical duel spell?

It's worth spending some time to strive for it.

And all the rumors about the opponent before were learned from the people around him.

Of course, as the "Third Generation of the Dark Lord" in public.

Deverot will not have any gossiping young men and women sitting next to him.

When Deverot turned his head and looked at the person sitting next to him, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"So, why are you here?"

Deverot asked calmly.

Sitting next to him was a young man wearing glasses and looking very calm.

He looked serious and answered with a little respect.

"Of course, it's to help you collect more information about the opponent. "

Yes, the man in front of him is Deverot's "Dragon Minister" - Wells.

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