Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

It was Friday of the fourth week of Deveraux's arrival at Hogwarts.

At noon in the school cafeteria.

Deveraux leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

He was having lunch with Adrian and the Gryffindor trio.

Luna went to have lunch with her father.

Now their fourth week of classes had been completely finished.

This week had been very peaceful.

Deveraux had not experienced anything strange.

Even though he seemed to have some threat in the library before.

His [Hunter] entry had sensed it.

But Deveraux did not find anything.

No specific threat was found.

Instead, he found a good book.

"The Secret of Cutting-edge Ritual Black Magic"

Oh my god!

Deveraux almost thought he had come across the book about Horcruxes.

Unexpectedly, it was about ritual magic.

But the content was still very interesting.

In addition to doing some chores this week, Deveraux was reading this book.

I learned a lot of interesting ritual black magic.

As for Hagrid and the dragon.

Hagrid said that the dragon will hatch tomorrow.

Deveraux planned to go and see what good entries the dragon could bring him.

It would be even better if it could solve his weak physical ability problem.

Ron's brother Charlie wrote back that he could come and pick up the dragon.

But he had to wait for three weeks.

It was almost Halloween before he could come and pick it up.

Deveraux had no choice but to be a repairman for the extension spell for a while longer.

Then it was about entries.

Purple entries.

The only thing worth mentioning about Deveraux was that he loaded Dumbledore's [Linguist] entry.

This entry was very practical.

In an instant, Deveraux learned almost half of the languages ​​of Europe, and also learned the prophecies of humanoids such as Merman and Troll.

Well, of course, Deveraux still felt that Troll didn't need to be learned.

Just wow wow wow wow ah ah ah ah.

Oh, I'm right.

Deveraux also loaded Professor Trelawney's [Drunkenness] entry.

Of course, this was not for Deveraux's drunkenness.

It was to test what the effect would be if this low-level entry was upgraded to a high-level one.

So Deveraux upgraded it from a green entry directly to a purple one.

So Deveraux had a purple entry... [Barrel]!!

The description above said that Deveraux could drink a barrel of tequila without getting drunk.

He was speechless.

And this week Deveraux had a total of two gold entries.

One was Professor Trelawney's [Prophet·Incomplete Second Sight] entry.

The other was [Herbal Genius], which he upgraded with the accumulation of purple entries.

Why upgrade [Herbal Genius].

Mainly to test the effect of experience-based entries after upgrading.

The result was quite good.

Not only did he not forget Professor Sprawney's experience.

And there was a new epiphany about the content.

Even Deveraux had an idea the moment the entry was upgraded.

That is to cultivate new Sirius grass.

The properties of Sirius grass can be changed again.

So that it becomes more suitable for storage.

At present, Snape and Deveraux's storage experiments on wolfsbane potion have failed.

Then this way can be tried.

So on Wednesday, they began to cultivate new plants in Professor Sprawni's greenhouse.

On the other hand, Deveraux almost did not hesitate and decisively used the entry upgrade card to upgrade [Prophet·Incomplete Second Vision] to a red entry.

When the familiar light passed, the information in his mind suddenly changed, and the red entry description jumped into his eyes.

[Prophet·Second Vision (Red): You are born with the ability to predict the future, extremely high inspiration! Able to know the future! ]

However, at the moment of the entry upgrade, a strong chill surged from the depths of the soul.

Deveraux's vision suddenly became blurry, and then a series of blurry and frightening images rushed into his mind.

Bloody scene.

Corpses piled up.

Blood all over the ground.

The images flashed in three different places.

In the hall of Hogwarts Castle, the full moon rose, and the broken walls were covered with scratches and blood from wild beasts.

In St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, the beds collapsed, the air was filled with painful wails, and a black shadow extended from the top of the building.

On the streets of Diagon Alley, shops burned, and fallen figures were engulfed by flames. There were constant tapping sounds in the mist in the distance!

These scenes were like a heavy hammer, hitting Deveraux's heart.

He knew that as a prophet, the images in his mind would often become reality in some way.But these scenes were so tragic and yet so vague that he had no idea where to start.

What's worse is that this ability is not always available.

According to his perception, he had generated three prophecies in a row at that moment. The second vision needed a month of cooling time, which meant that he could not immediately explore more details.

"I am really convinced! What on earth could cause all this?"

After Deveraux calmed down, he immediately took out parchment and a quill and recorded all the details he could remember in the picture in detail - the appearance of the scene, possible time clues, and every bloody detail.

He recalled it repeatedly, fearing that he would miss any possible clues.

But no matter what.

He could not confirm at what specific time this situation would happen.

After recording, he fell into deeper thinking.

"Should I tell Dumbledore about this prophecy?"

This was the biggest problem he faced.

Voldemort's demise was closely related to the prophecy conveyed by Snape - the prophecy about the "boy born in July" eventually pushed Voldemort's fate and changed Harry Potter's life.

"If I tell Dumbledore about this prophecy, will it also trigger a chain reaction? What role will I play in this prophecy?"

Deveraux couldn't be sure.

He had been troubled by this problem for a week.

He also had to attend Professor Flitwick's duel competition on the weekend.

I felt that I had a lot of worries.

At this time, Adrian suddenly waved a copy of the Daily Prophet and shouted in shock:

"Oh my God! I heard that there was a shooting in Finland, and more than a dozen people died!"

His voice attracted everyone at the table.

Harry and Ron immediately stopped their knives and turned to look at Adrian. Even Hermione put down her book and looked up.

Deveraux was still lazily leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and resting, as if he was not interested in these things, but his ears were slightly perked up.

"What is a gun?"

Ron frowned, completely confused.

Adrian was about to explain, but was choked and couldn't find a suitable explanation for a while.

"It can be understood as a metal wand of Muggles."

Harry explained on the side.

"Although it can't cast spells, it is indeed very dangerous."

"Muggle stuff?"

Ron was even more confused.

"Then why did the Daily Prophet report this?"

Adrian's face straightened and lowered his voice.

"Here comes the point! In fact, the situation in Eastern Europe has been unstable recently, and shootings are not uncommon. But the problem is that this time the police found at least two thousand gold Galleons at the scene! So many wizard currencies appeared at the Muggle crime scene!"

"What?"

Hermione's expression suddenly became serious.

"And,"

Adrian continued.

"Those who were shot to death were basically wizards!"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione were all stunned and wide-eyed.

Deveraux's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.

"Wizards shot to death?"

Hermione was obviously unbelievable.

"Don't they know how to cast spells to protect themselves?"

"This is the strangest thing!"

Adrian nodded.

"The newspaper said that no traces of spells were found at the scene. Those wizards did not resist at all before being killed."

"How is it possible!"

Hermione exclaimed.

Adrian's tone was even lower, with a bit of weirdness in his voice.

"There's something even more terrifying... One of them was beaten to death with gold Galleons."

"Killed with gold coins?"

Ron widened his eyes, looked stunned, and then grinned.

"It would be nice if I could be killed by money."

"Stop joking!"

Adrian rolled his eyes, obviously speechless about Ron's sense of humor.

He pursed his lips and spoke more seriously.

"The newspaper didn't write too much details, just mentioned that someone was killed by a blunt instrument, but those gold galleons... don't you think they are very suspicious?"

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense, and several people looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

Devereux silently digested this information, tapping the armrest of the chair with his fingers.

He felt a strange feeling in his heart, and thought of the prophecy in his mind.

But in the end he shook his head and whispered to himself.

"What happened in Finland... is too far away from us. This kind of thing shouldn't happen in the UK, right?"

(Fourth update!)