Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

The next day was Saturday.

In the morning, Deveraux got up early and went to Hagrid's hut with a hangover-like tiredness.

His task was to help Hagrid maintain the area in the cellar that was previously used to allow the little dragon to survive.

Hagrid warmly invited Deveraux to drink tea and pointed to the cellar.

"It won't be long before this little guy hatches. According to the book, this breeding is very successful."

Deveraux squatted on the edge of the cellar, staring at the round, black egg and nodded.

At this time, it was hung by Hagrid next to a device that constantly spewed out beams of fire.

This was to simulate the state of the mother dragon breathing at them when hatching dragon eggs.

Hagrid laughed, patted Deveraux on the shoulder, and enthusiastically handed over a large piece of stone cake for breakfast.

After Deveraux brought this dragon egg over, Hagrid took care of him as if he were his mother-in-law.

He was particularly good to him.

Deveraux had no choice but to take it, and bit the "stone" while casting a spell in the cellar.

At noon, Deveraux took time to go to the Hogwarts Hospital Wing.

"Hey, Deveraux! You won't believe it, George and I were almost bitten by our own invention!"

Fred was half lying on the bed, with an exaggerated expression on his face, but he couldn't hide a trace of pride.

The nosebleed was still oozing.

But it was not as exaggerated as yesterday.

It seemed that Deveraux had lost consciousness when he sent him to the hospital.

I didn't know that Deveraux had already known about this.

He took out a piece of candy from under the pillow and handed it to Deveraux.

"This is an improved version of nasal blood sugar, try it."

Deveraux took the candy, pinched it with his fingers, and wrinkled his nose.

"You really dare to improve these things... I won't taste it, just give it to Al."

Deveraux put it into Al's mouth with great disgust.

But Al wouldn't eat it.

It looked like it was put into Deveraux's storage space.

Fred couldn't help laughing as he watched Al's actions.

"Don't blame me if the little guy suddenly has a nosebleed!"

Deveraux waved his hand and turned to leave the hospital.

It was getting close to night.

This was the first time Luna took the wolfsbane potion for an experiment. Deveraux walked into Snape's laboratory with mixed feelings.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must carefully observe every detail and accumulate valuable experience and data for future research and development.

However, when he pushed open the door of the laboratory, the scene in front of him surprised him.

Almost all the professors of Hogwarts were there.

Professor McGonagall sat aside with a solemn expression.

Professor Flitwick brought several thick spell notebooks and flipped through them from time to time.

Professor Sprout held a few spare healing herbs in his hand, obviously to back up the emergency needs.

Among them, Dumbledore, wearing his iconic star-and-moon robe, stood leisurely aside, with a thoughtful light in his eyes.

Except for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Of course, Deveraux also understood that they were doing this to ensure the safety of the experiment.

Despite this, Deveraux felt much more at ease. After all, with Dumbledore around, there was almost no emergency that could not be controlled.

In contrast, Snape's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He was obviously very dissatisfied with his laboratory being "occupied" by so many people, and even stood in the corner, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, and his eyes swept across the room coldly.

Deveraux stood by the door and couldn't help muttering.

"The professor shouldn't just kick us all out, right?"

As expected, Dumbledore stepped forward and gently patted Snape on the shoulder, his tone gentle but revealing a firmness that could not be refused.

"Severus, this laboratory is the safest place in the school and the most suitable place to observe the effect. Although the Shrieking Shack is secret, the space is small and not suitable for detailed observation. And..."

Dumbledore paused, smiled slightly, and whispered.

"I heard that the awarding ceremony of the Order of Merlin is already in preparation."

Deverot clearly saw that Snape's mouth twitched slightly, as if he was struggling whether to refute.

However, in the face of Dumbledore's calmness, he finally just snorted coldly, turned his head, and said reluctantly.

"It's up to you, just don't mess up my things."

Considering that the dragon was about to hatch, Deverot decided to prepare for a rainy day.

In order to better deal with the situation at that time, he loaded the entry of [Magical Animal Affinity] from Dumbledore.

In an instant, a wonderful feeling came to his heart.

He seemed to be in a jungle full of magical animals, with various

Not only that, a lot of knowledge about raising and soothing magical animals suddenly flooded into Deveraux's mind - from the habits of caring for the sniffers to how to distinguish hidden thunderbird nests.

Even the details of dragon hatching were extremely clear.

He felt as if he had become an experienced magical biologist.

He widened his eyes and couldn't help talking to himself.

"Oh my God, Dumbledore's entry is actually about experience? How many magical animals has he lived with?"

However, before Deveraux had time to completely digest this sudden knowledge, Snape's actions interrupted his thoughts.

Deveraux came back to his senses and saw Snape carefully scooping out a dose of wolfsbane potion from the crucible, filling it in a slender glass bottle, and handing it to Luna.

The potion exuded a faint fluorescence, and the liquid was as viscous as concentrated moonlight, but the smell was a bit pungent.

Luna took the potion, a hint of hesitation appeared on her face, but she quickly raised her head and showed a calm smile.

She slowly raised the bottle and drank the potion in one breath.

"Cough, cough..."

Luna frowned suddenly after drinking it. Obviously, the taste of the potion was quite bad.

Deverot looked at her difficult expression and secretly made a note in his heart.

"Improve the taste of the potion and add flavoring herbs."

Everyone held their breath and stared at Luna's reaction, but after a few minutes, nothing unusual happened.

Deverot breathed a sigh of relief and understood in his heart.

It's not the time for the full moon to rise yet. The real effect of the wolfsbane potion can only be seen when it transforms.

"Very good, take a break first and prepare for the next key link."

Dumbledore clapped his hands, his tone was calm, but with a bit of encouragement.

Deverot looked at Luna, who was holding a piece of honey candy, as if she wanted to suppress the bitterness left by the potion.

Her eyes were still calm and smart, as if she was full of confidence in the next challenge.

This made Deveraud respect her more.

Deveraud also remembered at this time.

Once Luna lost control, he must be prepared.

He reached out and took out a pair of rough but sturdy troll gloves from the mouth of Toad Al.

The gloves exuded a metallic gleam and looked quite sturdy.

The moment he put on the gloves, he felt a subtle sense of security.

At this time, Dumbledore walked over slowly, looked at Deveraud's gloves, and smiled slightly.

"It looks pretty good, Deveraud."

"It's okay."

Deveraud also smiled, but then shrugged and added.

"But if there were more gold materials, the effect would be better."

He knew that Dumbledore would definitely be able to see that the gloves were alchemical creations, and he didn't intend to hide it.

After all, the existence of these gloves is for self-defense.

The two of them fell into silence for a short time. The smell of potions and the light of spells in the laboratory intertwined, and the atmosphere seemed tense but not oppressive.

After a while, Devereux broke the silence and said in a brisk tone.

"Professor, in fact, I am still an alchemy genius."

(Fourth update!)