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Hogwarts.

Late at night.

The Room of Requirement.

The room was now a spacious training ground, with all kinds of melee weapons hanging on the walls, from swords and daggers with cold light to sharp spears.

In the center was an open space with soft mats, and several lifelike dummies stood around, as if specially designed for combat.

The layout of this venue was quite similar to the classroom where Snape had trained Deveraux in dueling, but with a bit more murderous intent.

Deveraux stood in the middle of the mat, his eyes sweeping over the three dummies lined up in front of him.

His expression was focused, his right hand slowly raised, and his left hand put on a heavy glove.

"Huh--"

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly clenched his fist.

The next moment, his left arm suddenly swelled, his muscles swelled to several times the thickness, blue veins coiled around the surface of his arm like a python, and his skin faintly glowed with a green luster.

This change made him look extremely uncoordinated, as if part of a monster had been forcibly grafted onto a human.

Deveraux roared and rushed towards the dummy.

The mat under his feet was slightly dented, but he was as fast as a beast, rushing towards the first dummy with the sound of wind.

"Boom!"

A swinging punch was thrown, and the dummy's chest was directly shattered, and the parts were scattered.

Without pausing, he turned around and threw a jab, and the second dummy was knocked back and hit the wall hard, turning into a pile of parts.

The last dummy was hit hard.

Deveraux's green fist was like a huge rock, smashing down from top to bottom, and the dummy instantly turned into countless fragments, and the debris on the mat was scattered all over the ground.

After doing all this, Deveraux panted slightly, staggered back, and finally fell on the soft mat.

He looked down at his left arm, which had completely turned dark green. The surface of the skin was as rough as rock, emitting a cold and cold light.

When the dummy fragments touched his arm just now, there was not even a scratch left.

"It seems that the durability is also OK."

Deverot murmured in a low voice, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone.

After confirming that there was no abnormality, he finally relaxed and stretched out on the mat.

The soft touch under his body gradually relaxed his tired body, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Unconsciously, Deverot fell asleep.

"Ah!"

Deverot woke up suddenly, his heart was still beating violently.

He raised his wrist to check the watch, and then he realized that he had slept in the Room of Requirement until three o'clock in the morning.

Rubbing his sore eyes, he turned his head and glanced at his left arm - it had completely returned to normal.

But at the same time, his stomach began to make a gurgling sound, reminding him of something urgent at all times.

Devereux held his forehead helplessly and muttered to himself.

"Why is the side effect of this thing so outrageous? I was knocked unconscious after just three punches. Now even the demand for food has increased a lot. Sure enough, using the tissues of magical creatures to make alchemical tools will not only consume magic power, but also inherit some characteristics of the original creatures. It's a bit troublesome... It seems that it is more reliable to use metal as much as possible in the future."

He glanced at the remains of the mannequin on the ground and sighed in his heart.

What he used just now was the alchemical equipment made of the giant monster's finger "borrowed" from Snape.

It can greatly enhance his melee ability in a short period of time, giving him strength and defense comparable to that of a giant monster.

Make up for his biggest weakness - the weak body of a child.

Although it seems that only the left arm has changed in appearance, in fact, the whole body is strengthened synchronously.

But the side effects are also obvious - just a simple warm-up actually made him lose consciousness.

Devereux slumped on the mat for a while before barely getting up and moving his body.

He took out his wand and waved it gently. The mannequin debris was picked up by an invisible hand and went into the trash can. The training ground was clean again.

He clapped his hands and left the Room of Requirement with satisfaction.

Walking in the quiet corridor of Hogwarts at night, he yawned loudly.

At this time, the whole castle was so quiet that it hurt people's ears. Even Fulch, who was usually everywhere, seemed to have fallen asleep.

Devereux looked down at the exploration progress he was recording.

[Current Secret Realm Exploration Degree: 40.5%]

He curled his lips and muttered.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's one day. Anyway, I can't get an entry upgrade card in one night."

He shook his head, temporarily put aside the exploration plan for tonight, and walked straight to the door of the Slytherin lounge.

However, just as he was about to say the password, his stomach heard another voice.A louder gurgling sound came.

Deverot touched his stomach and frowned.

This feeling was really unbearable and unsettling.

"Forget it, I won't be able to sleep even if I go back."

He sighed and said to himself.

"Let's fill my stomach first."

After that, he turned and walked in another direction.

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Deverot came to a wide stone corridor, which was brightly lit by torches and decorated with pleasant pictures everywhere, mainly depicting food.

Finally he walked under a picture.

On it was a huge silver bowl full of fruit.

Deverot skillfully stretched out his index finger and gently scratched the big green pear.

The pear squirmed, giggled, and suddenly turned into a big green door handle.

Deverot pulled it open.

In a quick glance, Deveraux came to a large room with a high ceiling, the same size as the auditorium above. There were many glittering copper pots and basins piled up against the stone walls around it, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room.

There were four long wooden tables here.

The positions of these tables were exactly the same as the tables of the four colleges in the auditorium above.

This is probably why food always appears automatically on the tables in the auditorium during the opening ceremony or Halloween party.

Deveraux walked directly to a small table and sat down as if he was very familiar with it.

Instantly, a little elf appeared in front of him.

"Dear sir, what do you need?"

This was a very standard-looking elf.

He had big bat-like ears and prominent green eyes, and was wearing a wrinkled pillowcase.

What was different was that he had a conspicuous scar on his face, extending from the corner of his mouth to under his ear, but this did not affect his enthusiastic expression at all.

"Just a bowl of oatmeal with milk, Ahfu."

Deverot smiled and nodded, but added solemnly.

"I only want one bowl! Last time you roasted a whole cow and almost made me die!"

(Second update!)