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Snape's sharp eyes were like nails nailed to Deveraux, and his tone was unquestionable.

"Of course, do you think I won't notice it? Also, the cabbage should have been thrown away a day ago. Do I have to remind you of this basic common sense?"

"Oh, this, um, then I'll throw it away tomorrow."

Deveraux scratched his head and smiled with relief.

It turned out that Snape didn't find out about this.

He was talking about the fact that he had stolen the troll's finger to do alchemy before.

Hearing this, Snape frowned even deeper and spoke in a cold tone.

"No need, I've dealt with it today. But don't think about changing the subject - what did you do with the troll's finger?"

Deveraux secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

It turned out that he was not talking about scolding the sponsor, fortunately.

He calmed down and began to talk nonsense seriously.

"Oh, that, I used it to make the 'stinking potion'."

Snape narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

"Stinking potion?"

"Yes, stinking potion. This potion requires the troll's finger."

Deveraux lied calmly, and emphasized his tone to make it seem reasonable.

Of course, he was not talking nonsense without basis.

This potion does need this material.

Snape frowned even more tightly when he heard this.

"What are you doing with this potion?"

Deveraux almost blurted out: "For self-defense."

This is true.

Snape was a little surprised to hear this answer, but on second thought, combined with Deveraux's various "adventures" and ability to cause trouble since he entered school, he felt that this excuse seemed to be quite reasonable.

"Okay,"

Snape waved his hand, although his tone was still cold, but there was a hint of helplessness.

"Remember to be safe and don't make the whole castle stink. I'll have to clean up the mess for you then."

Deverot nodded repeatedly and agreed with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful."

Deverot turned around and began to prepare the wolfsbane potion.

He carefully sorted out all the materials, made sure there were no omissions or mistakes, and then lit the fire and boiled.

Just as he was concentrating on the preparations in the pot, Snape suddenly spoke, with a hint of instruction in his tone.

"Don't rush to make the finished product this time. After the last wolfsbane potion was completed, I found a problem - the potion cannot be stored for a long time. So this time, you only need to brew a semi-finished product. Wait until Saturday, when the first werewolf will come, and then complete the final steps, so that they can drink the freshest potion directly."

Deverot nodded quickly after hearing this, and then adjusted the order and duration of the Transfiguration spell at hand.

After confirming that everything was correct, he drew out his wand and whispered.

"Clear spring water!"

Clear water immediately flowed out from the top of the wand and quickly filled the bottom of the pot.

Then, Deveraux carefully poured fresh Sirius grass into the pot, slowly releasing the essence of the herb as the water boiled.

Watching the busy process in the pot, he nodded with satisfaction.

Thanks to the help of the Transfiguration Spell, his work efficiency has improved a lot, and the heavy physical work has become easy.

While the potion was being boiled, Deveraux turned around, washed his hands, and began to clean up the workbench.

He planned to use this free time to go to Snape's storage room to do the finishing work for the day.

Count the inventory of herbs and count the in and out records.

When Deveraux was packing up the tools at hand and preparing to end the day's work, Snape suddenly spoke.

"Deveraux."

His hand suddenly paused, and the alarm bells in his heart rang loudly.

Hiss! Snape had never called him that before.

Usually, he would either call him "idiot" coldly or "Hey!" casually.

Today, he actually called his name directly?

Did the sun rise from the west?

Deveraux turned around stiffly and asked cautiously.

"Professor, do you have any other instructions?"

Snape still looked down at the experimental notebook in his hand, and one hand kept pinching the corner of the page.

His movements seemed a little... awkward?

Even a little nervous?

What was even stranger was that Snape did not look at Deveraux, but instead stared at the notebook, as if there was some unsolvable secret hidden in it.

Finally, Snape spoke, his tone low but unnatural.

"That... the Transfiguration arrangement for brewing potions that you mentioned before. My spell was executed very mechanically, and it was not as flexible as yours. What's going on?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have lost most of his strength, and even the hand holding the quill seemed a little unstable.

Deveraux was stunned.

Snape was asking him for advice?

This scene was so absurd that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare...Snape has always been as proud as an iceberg, but he actually bowed to him?

But on second thought, this is reasonable.

This method of fully automatic potion brewing designed by himself does rely on a lot of advanced techniques of activation transfiguration, which is one of the most complex branches in the field of transfiguration.

Even Snape can't be completely proficient in this aspect.

Deveraux raised his eyebrows, and finally, considering his future treatment, he drew out his wand, walked forward respectfully and began to explain.

This time, his attitude was particularly serious, and his tone was calm, but full of confidence.

He carefully disassembled the operating principle of the transfiguration spell and did not forget to demonstrate it several times.

The whole process had a strange atmosphere.

Snape was still cold and solemn, but his nods from time to time revealed his focused expression.

Although Deveraux was young, he seemed calm and sophisticated, and for a moment it was hard to tell who was the teacher and who was the student.

It is worthy of being a half-blood prince who can create his own spells.

In less than ten minutes, Snape understood this complex spell.

He raised his wand and pointed it at a pot of potion, casting a transfiguration spell.

The liquid in the pot began to flow flexibly, and the materials were absorbed in a very precise order. The whole process was more clever than mechanical operation.

Snape retracted his wand with satisfaction, his tone cold.

"It still needs practice, I know."

Deverot shrugged and smiled.

"Of course, practice makes perfect, professor."

After that, he turned around to pack up and prepare to leave.

Just as he took two steps, Snape suddenly called him.

"Deverot."

He looked back, not sure if he was dazzled.

He actually felt that Snape's face was a little embarrassed?

Snape raised his head, as if he had struggled for a while, before speaking.

"About this spell... you did OK."

This thank you made Deveraux stunned for a moment, but before he could respond, Snape hesitated again, looking directly into Deveraux's eyes, as if he wanted to convey some complex emotions.

"In this respect, you are very similar to your father."

After the words fell, Snape quickly lowered his head, sat back in his chair, and buried himself in his experimental notes again, as if the words just now had never existed.

Deveraux stood there for a moment, with a slight smile on his lips.

He said nothing, turned around and walked out of the laboratory, and the door closed gently behind him.

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