Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Friday.

Night.

[Current Secret Realm Exploration: 45.6%]

Deverot looked at the exploration level jumping on the panel.

He couldn't help but curl up his lips.

But he quickly suppressed it.

At this time, he was in one of the most mysterious places in Hogwarts - the headmaster's office.

He sat alone in front of Dumbledore's large desk, which was filled with all kinds of strange alchemical props.

The silver rotating instrument emitted a soft blue light, and a metal hourglass was suspended in the air, with sand rolling quietly when gravity completely failed.

On the wall of the office hung a circle of portraits of past headmasters, some of them were dozing, some were secretly glancing at Deverot, and some were even whispering to him.

In this situation, it was not easy to stay calm, but Deverot had long been accustomed to it.

He looked around, the only regret was that he didn't see the legendary phoenix Fawkes, it seemed that it was not in the room, instead there was a blazing brazier, the flames reflected on the wall, making the whole room look brighter.

"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain! This most difficult to enter the principal's office is so easy to enter, so now there are only two lounges and Slytherin's secret room in the Hogwarts castle that have not been explored. After they are dealt with, it's the bottom of the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest."

In fact, Deveraux has turned Hogwarts upside down during this period.

Whether it is a hidden secret passage, a tower that few people have set foot in, or a bathroom that is not allowed to enter for the opposite sex, he has stepped into it quietly.

Of course, these explorations were carried out late at night to avoid alarming anyone.

The most troublesome thing for him at the moment is Slytherin's secret room.

The only way to enter the secret room is to use Parseltongue, and Deveraux has not yet mastered this skill.

However, he glanced at his system panel and had an idea in mind.

"Now that I have loaded the [Linguist] entry, it should not be difficult to learn Parseltongue. As long as I can open the door, the only thing left is the basilisk."

Thinking of this, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, revealing a confident smile.

Although the basilisk is terrifying, Deveraux's confidence comes from his long-term full combat preparation.

"With the intuition brought by the [Hunter] entry, plus the giant monster gloves that enhance the melee ability, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with a basilisk."

As for how Deveraux entered the headmaster's office?

Yes, he finally decided to tell Dumbledore about the prophecy.

This was not a rash decision, but the result of repeated weighing.

Deveraux knew that Dumbledore might not easily believe his prophecy, but he had already prepared a way to make this wise headmaster have to face his statement-the Pensieve.

Yes, through the Pensieve, he can directly show the future scenes he saw to Dumbledore.

By then, whether he chooses to believe or remain skeptical, at least he will be prepared for it.

Even if this conversation itself may be part of the prophecy, Deveraux has no regrets.

At least, he tried his best, and the rest is up to fate.

"So, what you mean is that you are a prophet with second vision, and you saw that Hogwarts, Diagon Alley and St. Mungo's are about to be attacked, so you want us to be prepared, right?"

Dumbledore's voice came from the stairs behind Deveraux, his tone calm and focused.

As the voice fell, Dumbledore slowly walked to the desk and sat down, his blue eyes staring at Deveraux through his half-moon glasses.

Deveraux took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, sir. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I am prepared. As far as I know, you have a special magic item in your hand-the Pensieve. It allows you to see directly what I see."

Dumbledore heard this, and there was no fluctuation on his face. He still nodded with that wise smile.

"First of all, I have to correct you, Deveraux. I don't think what you said is absurd. In fact, since I met you, I have found that many things in this world are far beyond common sense."

Dumbledore's voice was gentle and firm, but when he said this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He sighed in his heart that this boy was indeed extraordinary.

At the age of eleven, he was able to invent potions, rewrite the purpose of the Transfiguration Spell, learn spells at once, and even use the Killing Curse to an unattainable height.

Any one of these achievements alone is enough to shock the entire wizarding world, and now they are all concentrated on the young man in front of him.

He paused for a moment and continued.

"But if we can reallyBeing able to see the scene in your prophecy is also extremely helpful in preventing the coming disaster. As for the Pensieve you mentioned, it is indeed an asset of Hogwarts and can help us view your memory or visual images. But--"

Dumbledore changed the subject, with a little regret in his expression, and shook his head.

"You are very special, Deveraux. You may not know that since you entered school, any magic that peeks into your memory will fail. Including the Pensieve."

He said here, raised his head and looked deeply at Deveraux, with a complex meaning in his blue eyes.

"In other words, we can't read your memory at all. This is not only due to the limitations of external forces, but even you yourself can't really show them. "

Deveraux frowned slightly.

He knew very well that his [Traveler] entry could indeed block all the ability to explore memory.

Dumbledore's judgment was not wrong. However, he did not intend to give up easily.

"What if I volunteered to provide my memory? Would it be different? "

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his tone still calm:

"Deverot, I have to say that this restriction does not depend on your subjective will. Even you yourself cannot fully control it."

Deverot looked at the headmaster's slightly shaking head, and a trace of unwillingness rose in his heart.

He thought for a moment, and finally decided to give it a try.

He stood up and said firmly:

"Professor, no matter what the result is, I think we should give it a try. Maybe it will succeed this time."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a smile of approval.

"In that case, let's give it a try. "

He stood up from his seat.

He waved his arm.

Suddenly, a wide, flat, hollow stone basin appeared in front of Deveraux.

Runes and symbols were carved on the edge of the basin.

The silver substance floated in the basin, like liquid and gas, like flowing light.

It kept spinning, as if driven by an invisible breeze.

"Try it, kid."

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