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When Deveraux walked out of the school hospital, he used a cleansing spell to clean the blood on his body with disgust.

Behind him, Madam Pomfrey was scolding George.

"You two actually ate this magical creation! If Deveraux hadn't sent Fred in time, he might have died from excessive blood loss!"

Deveraux shook his head and recalled what he had just heard in the school hospital.

It turned out that the Weasley twins had a sudden idea to combine the "bloody lollipop" and "nougat" of their friendly business Honeydukes Candy Store, trying to make a candy that can make people "nosebleed" quickly.

The problem is that their magical knowledge is far from enough, and they can't make the corresponding antidote.

After Fred ate the candy, his nose bled like a waterfall. They tried various methods to stop the bleeding, but not only did they fail, but they made the situation worse.

They had no choice but to come to the school hospital for help.

"This pair of brothers is really cruel. They can do this to themselves."

Deveraux sighed secretly, and then couldn't help laughing.

"No wonder they can make a fortune from the joke shop in the future. Today, they almost lost their lives in the experiment."

As soon as they stepped out of the school hospital, Ron, Hermione and Harry came up to them and asked nervously.

"How is Fred?"

Deveraux waved his hand and said lazily.

"Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey gave him a super hematopoietic agent. Even if he continues to bleed from the nose for a week, he won't die."

"Wait!"

Hermione frowned.

"You mean, Fred is still bleeding now?"

Deveraux sighed and nodded.

"Yeah. They used a magic similar to the 'Permanent Sticking Spell'. They wanted to bind the nosebleed effect to the candy, but the spell went out of control and directly stuck the wound to the 'bleeding state'. Fortunately, their level is not high, and this spell will not last long, but they will basically spend this weekend lying in the hospital."

After listening, several people didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Harry sighed.

"They really fought hard enough."

Ron scratched his head and muttered.

"What on earth are these two guys thinking..."

Hermione couldn't help but complain.

"Isn't it better to be good at class? These so-called inventions are just asking for trouble!"

Deverot shrugged, yawned, and said lazily.

"Okay, okay, I'm sleepy after all this trouble. Let's go back to the lounge to catch up on some sleep."

He waved his hand and walked towards the lounge, leaving the few people behind him looking at each other helplessly, and then followed him together.

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Said to sleep

In fact, Deveraux practiced Zen meditation in his dormitory for an afternoon.

Although it was a relatively peaceful week.

But he did not forget his goal.

Facing the Tindalos Hermitage, which could threaten his life at any time, Deveraux knew that he could not survive by luck alone.

Only by constantly improving his own strength can he have a glimmer of hope in future confrontations.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and focused, slowly guiding his consciousness outward.

Now, he can penetrate his perception out of the dungeon and extend it to the first floor of Hogwarts.

This kind of perception expansion is a real-time vision, and it is also very helpful for controlling environmental changes and enhancing telepathy.

And he currently has a standard for evaluating the level of magic.

The evaluation standard is very simple-the giant glove in his hand.

This is made of alchemy with giant fingers, and consumes a lot of magic.

After ordinary adult wizards wear it and swing two punches, their magic will run out.

And he can now swing four punches at most, which is equivalent to twice the magic reserve of an adult.

Of course, such a large consumption of magic power is also related to the fact that he currently has no suitable materials.

If some gold can be added to its structure as a magic-conducting material, the loss of magic power will be significantly reduced.

But in general, Deveraux's magic power level is now much higher than that of normal adult wizards.

But this is not enough.

He is not sure how strong his opponent is.

The strength of the Priory of Tindalos is unfathomable.

It was an organization that even Dumbledore had to deal with personally seven years ago.

He could not rule out the possibility that there might be a strong man with the same strength as Voldemort.

Thinking of this, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said to himself secretly.

"If you are not good, practice more!!"

In this way, Deveraux continued to practice until 6:30 in the afternoon.

He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the bed.

He raised his watch to check the time, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's almost time. Eat something first, and then start my endless "black work" career."

There is no work to do today.

He plansVisit Professor Snape to discuss how to extend the shelf life of the wolfsbane potion.

Regarding this topic, Deveraux has actually conceived several ideas.

However, they may lack feasibility.

In the field of potion preservation, which is complicated in details, experienced potion masters like Snape are needed to provide guidance.

Perhaps, through this discussion, he can turn theory into feasible practice.

After dinner, Deveraux did not stay at the table to chat with Adrian leisurely as usual.

He quickly finished the food on the plate, got up and left, and walked straight to Snape's laboratory.

Along the way, he thought about the problem of extending the shelf life of the wolfsbane potion, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

However, when he arrived at the underground classroom, he unexpectedly found that the lights in the classroom were already on.

"The professor came early today."

Deveraux muttered, and stepped down the stairs with some doubts.

When he walked to the door of the classroom, he found that the door of the laboratory was still closed, which meant that Snape was not inside.

Deveraux looked around and found out.

There was a strange blonde girl sitting in the seat where Gryffindor students usually sit.

The girl looked about the same age as him, and her messy blonde hair looked a little casual.

She was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, and her legs were shaking gently, as if she was waiting for someone.

"This is Professor Snape's special classroom."

Deveraux walked up and reminded her kindly.

"If you break in casually and get caught by the professor, you may be deducted points."

As he spoke, he looked at the girl carefully.

Her eyebrows were so light that they were almost invisible, and her two bulging eyes made her look like she was always surprised.

Deveraux looked for a while before realizing that she was born like this.

The girl raised her head and answered in an ethereal voice.

"I'm waiting for my dad."

Her tone was calm, as if this sentence was just a simple fact.

Then, she stared at Deveraux and added thoughtfully.

"But I think he might want to leave me here and not care about me anymore."

This sentence made Deveraux's brain freeze instantly.

"Dad... Dad?!"

Deveraux's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was already in turmoil.

He quickly sorted out the clues in his mind - a girl appeared in the potion classroom and said she was waiting for her father.

Deveraux immediately locked the suspect in his mind.

"Silfus Snape! What did you do?!"

Deveraux had already determined that this was a Harry Potter world with some changes in the timeline.

So it is entirely possible that Snape has a daughter!

Although Deveraux and have lived together for so long and didn't find out...

But it is also possible that Snape hid it deeply!