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Snape was silent for a moment, as if hesitating whether to continue. But under the gaze of Devereux's burning gaze, he finally spoke in a low voice:

"That's a...confusion spell. Specifically, it's a spell that transfers the curse you've received to a...person or object that's similar in size to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly became quiet.

Devereux's expression was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of surprise.

He understood Snape's hesitation just now. The nature of this confusion spell was obviously very dangerous - transferring the curse to another person?

This is almost a black magic practice.

But Devereux had no intention of blaming Snape. On the contrary, he suddenly laughed and then gave Snape a big hug that caught him off guard!

"Professor! You are amazing!"

Snape obviously didn't expect this, and his body was as stiff as a stone.

Before he could react, Devereaux had already let go of him, turned around and paced back and forth excitedly, as if he was about to jump up the next second.

"Great! Great!"

Devereaux waved his hands excitedly and spoke as fast as a machine gun.

"This spell is an inspiration! Oh my god, there is help!"

In his mind, ideas took shape rapidly:

"The general principle is similar to Snape's use of the Confusion Curse to transfer the curse. It transfers the curse from the patient to a target with the same mass as the patient - of course this target cannot be a living person, but it can be some kind of substitute. Next. Just need to solve a few key issues!”

The first question: the ethics and spread restrictions of confusion spells

"The confusion spell with this effect must not be disclosed directly, otherwise it will be a disaster!"

Devereaux muttered.

"But if you can use magic potion to replace the effect of this spell, then the problem will be solved!"

He immediately slapped the table.

I am shocked by my intelligence!

"That's right, magic potion! Magic potion will not violate ethics and is easier to promote. We only need to adjust the formula of the potion so that it can simulate the effect of the confusion spell. As for whether the magic potion can replace the curse?"

Devero grinned at the thought.

For [Potion Spirit], this difficulty is simply not worth mentioning.

Second question: The applicability of the spell to a curse as strong as lycanthropy

"The curse of lycanthropy is extremely stubborn, but that doesn't mean it can't be broken. We can carry out the treatment process in stages, extend the treatment period, and gradually weaken the power of the curse little by little."

Devereux's fingers moved in the air, and behind him Snape seemed to be able to see a staged treatment plan taking shape.

The third question: Selection of target for curse transfer

"As for transferring the target of the curse...that's not a problem at all!"

Devereux smiled like a kid who had just solved a magic puzzle.

Devero is an [Alchemy Genius]!

"It's easy to make a qualified substitute! As long as you have enough funds, you can even make a batch of special curse absorption devices!"

Snape was watching him laughing and screaming from behind, feeling that this kid was crazy.

action!

Devereaux, on the other hand, murmured to himself while excitedly asking Snape for a piece of parchment and a quill.

He almost threw himself on the table and started writing furiously, frantically writing down his thoughts one by one.

Snape stood aside and watched as the parchment under Devero's hand was gradually filled with dense formulas, arrows and symbols.

He frowned slightly, and finally squeezed out one sentence from his throat:

"This guy...is really a genius?"

However, Devereux ignored it completely. His thoughts were like a wild horse that could not stop for a moment.

Snape looked at the parchment that was gradually filling up, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart - as if he was witnessing the birth of some epoch-making method of curing the curse.

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Through the mirror, Mesphilos saw Devereaux immersed in writing.

His hands moved quickly on the parchment, and the cursed book was placed aside. The pages were opened at will, seeming to provide him with a steady stream of inspiration.

Mesferos's face darkened, and his eyes glanced at Dumbledore as coldly as a knife.

"So this is your plan? To call me over and steal knowledge and...power from me?"

Dumbledore's original gentle smile faded slightly, but there was still a slight smile on his lips.

He folded his hands in front of his robe and looked at Mesferos calmly.

"No, you know best. I was very sincere and really hoped that you could become a teacher at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's voice was low and calm, with a hint of helplessness.

"But at the same time, I take the health of my students very seriously. Your actions and your knowledge make me very vigilant and make sure everything is under control."

He paused for a moment and glanced at Devereaux, who was writing furiously in the mirror.

"Frankly speaking, before reading that book, I never expected that it would be such a huge help to our potion research."

Mesferos sneered and turned to look directly at Dumbledore.

"Then why don't you just ask me for it?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, a slightly teasing expression on his face.

"I asked, will you give it?"

"Of course not."

Mesphilos answered simply and without any hesitation.

Dumbledore spread his hands slightly, as if to say "the answer has already been given."

Mesphilos stared at him, and suddenly smiled, with a familiar unfathomable arc at the corner of his mouth.

He turned back, lowered his head slightly, and his voice was full of meaningful amusement.

"But since things have developed to this point, I am too lazy to care about it."

His eyes became sharp again, and he went straight to Dumbledore.

"But I still have a question, Albus - since you have already noticed my actions, why didn't you stop me from the beginning?"

This question made Dumbledore pause slightly. His blue eyes flickered behind his half-moon glasses, but he did not answer immediately.

Mesphilos stared at him, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

Silence flowed between the two, but soon, Mesphilos seemed to suddenly think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ha--!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Dumbledore, and the expression on his face changed from a sneer to surprise, and even with a bit of wild smile.

"I see! Albus, you want to do it again! Right?! The time seven years ago?!"

Mesphilos laughed loudly, his laughter was full of insolence and excitement.

He clapped his hands vigorously, as if applauding some unspeakable truth.

"Hahaha! You... you are more suitable to be the god of this story than me!"

(Three more!)

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