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Chapter 144

This sentence seemed to have some kind of magic, calming Deveraux's pounding heart quickly.

He took a deep breath and tried to sort out his thoughts. Dumbledore returned to his seat after confirming that he was emotionally stable, looking at Deveraux gently but meaningfully.

"Deveraux,"

Dumbledore spoke with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

"Just now, only you succeeded in entering your memory. This is as I expected. No one can peek into your memory, including me."

He paused and tapped his fingers on the table:

"However, you seem to be able to access it in some way, but the process is obviously full of difficulty and... danger. Perhaps this is also the protection mechanism of your memory. Are you willing to tell me what you just saw? If you think it's too confusing now, you can do it in a few days."

Deveraux hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly.

"Today, Professor."

After he calmed down, he began to tell the story, describing the three death scenarios he experienced in the gray fog - being shot, being swallowed by a giant beast, and the last killing curse - one by one.

As he narrated, Dumbledore's brows slightly frowned, and his eyes became more profound.

When Deveraux finished speaking, the office fell into a brief silence.

"Professor, what do you think this means?"

Deveraux couldn't help asking.

Dumbledore didn't answer immediately, but looked out the window, as if he was thinking about a complicated chess game.

After a while, he turned back and gave Deveraux a meaningful smile.

"Deveraux, I think you should go to Professor McGonagall."

"Ah?"

Deveraux didn't react for a while, and Dumbledore's turn made him look confused.

"Didn't you come up with some new ideas on microstructure transfiguration? Professor McGonagall has made some progress recently, and I think you will be interested."

Dumbledore changed the subject, and his tone added a few more instructions:

"As for the prophecy... Starting today, you can come to my office every night after you finish your work with Professor Snape. We will continue to use the Pensieve to sort out the memories you have seen bit by bit. I will arrange the other preparations."

Deverot felt relieved when he heard this.

He couldn't help thinking.

"Fortunately, I am in the same camp with Dumbledore. This feels so solid."

He stood up and bowed slightly.

"Okay, professor, I'll come tomorrow."

He was about to turn around and leave when Dumbledore's voice came from behind him.

"Wait, Dumbledore."

He stopped, turned around, and saw Dumbledore holding a small cloth bag in his hand.

"This is for you."

Deverot took the bag, opened it, and was stunned.

Gold bars!

There were ten golden bars as thick as fingers, heavy and dazzling.

"Professor, this..."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, his tone somewhat relaxed.

"If an alchemist does not have gold, his work will lose its soul, child."

Deverot understood, put away the gold bars, and bowed to Dumbledore sincerely without refusing.

"Thank you, professor."

After he left, the office became quiet again.

Dumbledore sat on the chair, looking at the silver stone basin, whispering to himself.

"Muggle guns... werewolves... killing curse..."

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Deverot certainly could not go to Professor McGonagall now.

After all, it was nearly ten o'clock when he came out of the principal's office.

"Go to Professor McGonagall at this time? I guess the end will not be too good..."

He murmured and shook his head, tightening the cloth bag in his arms.

That's right, the gold bars were now against his chest, and the heavy weight made him almost reluctant to let go.

He had the gold he had dreamed of before!

Then as an [alchemy genius], Deveraux must upgrade his equipment!

"My equipment can't be shabby anymore!"

Deveraux was so excited that he was a little dizzy.

Once he added gold to the giant monster's gloves.

Then it can almost be said that a qualitative leap can be achieved!

Not only will the magic power consumption be reduced, but the startup time, power and side effects will be greatly improved!

He was even reluctant to put the gold bars into Al's mouth.

This is the largest fortune he has seen in such a long time!

You must treasure it more.

However, thinking about whether he would have to repay this "loan" in the future, he hesitated for a moment.

"Repay it... Well, pay it back later. After all, Dumbledore himself said, 'You can destroy my property as much as you want. I dare say I have too much property.'"

Thinking of this, DeverauxLuo felt relieved instantly, and even felt that it was understandable that he didn't return it.

However, reason told him that he was still a man with a conscience... probably.

Thinking of this, Devereux walked quickly to the Room of Requirement.

He walked back and forth along the corridor three times, saying to himself: "I'm going to my alchemy room."

Pushing the door open, his exclusive workroom immediately came into view.

The surroundings were still familiar, the walls covered with runes were slightly glowing with a soft blue light, and the alchemy tools on the workbench were neatly arranged, each emitting a reassuring luster.

Devereux glanced around with satisfaction, and there was no change at all, which made him feel better.

He reached out to close the door and carefully placed the gold bar on the workbench.

However, just as he was about to start working, his nose suddenly wrinkled.

"Tea fragrance?"

He was stunned.

When did the alchemy room smell like tea?

And it was a very elegant English black tea aroma, which was incompatible with the smell of potions and runes in his head.

Devereux turned around suddenly, his eyes vigilantly scanning every corner of the room.

Suddenly, he saw it.

In a shadowy corner of the workroom, a plaster statue sat there quietly.

Yes, it was a plaster statue.

But it seemed to be alive, holding a small teacup and sipping tea leisurely.