Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Devereux walked along the winding stairs to the underground classroom, lunch box in one hand, disgust written on his face. As he walked, he waved his wand and carefully cleaned the saliva-like liquid remaining on his shoes.

After cleaning up, he glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. One minute late.

He sighed deeply, adjusted his mood, and opened the door of the laboratory.

Sure enough, as soon as they crossed the threshold, Snape's cold voice came over: "What took you so long?"

Devereux raised his head and met Snape's sharp black eyes, with a slightly helpless smile on his face. He casually put the wand back into his robe pocket and scratched the back of his head: "Well, I met a... licking dog on the way, which was a bit troublesome."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not satisfied with this answer. His eyes swept from Devereux's face to the lunch box in his hand, and his eyes became darker.

"Lunch box?" His tone suddenly became higher, with a hint of displeasure, "I remember clearly that it is forbidden to bring any food into the laboratory. Have you lost your memory or are you deaf?"

Faced with this usual venomous tongue, Devereaux seemed very calm, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He spread his hands pretending to be innocent: "Professor, you didn't eat in the morning, and I didn't see you going to the cafeteria at noon, so I thought of bringing you something - of course, if you don't mind, I'll put it away On the podium?"

Snape was stunned for a moment. His eyes glanced back and forth between Devereux and the lunch box. The corners of his mouth seemed to move, but he did not speak immediately. After a moment, he just nodded coldly, expressing reluctant agreement.

Devereux secretly breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was mentally prepared to be sprayed just now. Surprisingly, Snape didn't add another sarcasm this time.

Snape stood not far away, looking at the lunch box with complicated eyes, but said nothing more. He snorted softly and turned back to his workbench as if nothing had happened.

So Devereaux placed the lunch box on the podium in the basement classroom.

Just when he turned around to return to the experimental platform, suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He stopped, turned to look at Snape who was busy, and asked: "Professor, why is no one coming to class today? Don't you usually have classes at this time?"

Snape stood beside Percy's bed, focusing on recording something. After hearing the question, he only raised his head slightly, his voice still cold.

"Dumbledore gave me a month's leave to concentrate on completing this experiment. As for the lessons, Slughorn has temporarily taken over the Potions class."

Devereux nodded, feeling a little relieved. The arrangements at Hogwarts were clearly well thought out, allowing Snape enough time to complete this tricky task.

He approached Percy's hospital bed, looked down at the still unconscious senior lying there, and frowned slightly. "Professor, is it almost time? Do you think this experiment is effective?"

When Snape heard this, he put his pen on the table and showed an almost imperceptible proud smile. "Judging from the current situation, it is indeed effective." As he said that, he walked straight to a covered bed in the corner of the laboratory.

"Come and take a look." Snape waved his wand and opened the curtain on the bed.

Devereux walked over and took a look, and the sight in front of him made him slightly stunned. The originally bare piece of flesh had now grown a light layer of hair. The color and texture of the hair were very similar to the hair on Percy's body. This is obviously the effect of curse transfer!

"Successful!" Devereaux's heart suddenly surged with joy. He turned back to Percy's bedside and carefully observed his senior's physical condition. However, to his slight disappointment, Percy's external symptoms did not improve significantly.

Devereaux frowned and said with a hint of confusion: "Professor, it seems that the effect of this experiment is still limited. This curse is indeed very stubborn."

Snape came up from behind him, his expression still stern, but his tone was less sharp and more patient.

"This is an expected result. A curse like this requires multiple courses of treatment to be completely removed. At present, we are only conducting preliminary transfers. After he wakes up, we will conduct a comprehensive physical examination, record the data, and further predict the need number of treatments.”

Devereaux nodded and thought for a moment. He looked up at Snape and said casually: "Professor, you have worked hard too. Go have some lunch. I will keep an eye on Percy."

Snape glanced at him, his eyes showing a hint of complicated emotions that were difficult to detect. He didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, then turned around and left the laboratory, disappearing outside the door.

Devero stayed alone in the laboratory, clicked on Percy's panel, and found that his entries had changed.

...

[The Incomplete Curse of Anubis (Purple): You chant curses that blaspheme Anubis, spreading corruption in the world, and you are also cursed by Anubis. The curse will become worse as you abuse the spell. More serious! Due to the influence of some kind of confusion spell or potion, part of your curse was transferred away. 】

...

Devereaux nodded with relief, feeling a little relieved when he looked at Percy's condition.

After their intervention and experiments, the changes in the entries have begun to show results. He secretly speculated that as the number of treatments increased, the level of this curse might be further reduced until it was completely eliminated.

Stretching himself, Deveraux suddenly had an idea and remembered something. He turned and walked towards the corner of the laboratory, his eyes fell on another bed, which was the alchemical creation he made by himself.

The piece of meat no longer looked monotonous at this time, and the fluff was gradually covering its surface in a rather strange way, making it look like some unknown creature was slowly reviving.

Deveraux tried to find the panel of the piece of meat with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Unexpectedly, there really is one.

......

[Name: None]

[Type: Life Alchemy Creation]

[Entry: Anubis's Blasphemer (White)]

...

[Anubis's Incomplete Curse (White): You recite... the spell that blasphemes Anubis, spreading corruption in the world, and you are also cursed by Anubis. The curse will become more serious as you abuse the spell...]

......

Deveraux nodded slightly, so he could measure the efficacy of the medicine by the changes in the entries between the two, which can also be regarded as a reference.

Then Deveraux sat down and waited quietly.

——

"63% has been reduced to 50%, and the effect is immediate."

Deveraux handed the latest test report to Snape with some joy.

Snape took the report, reviewed it carefully, nodded slightly, and his calm expression showed a hint of satisfaction.

"Well, the next round of experiments on Lovegood will begin tomorrow. Weasley's condition needs to be further observed, but it seems that there are no particularly serious adverse reactions at present. If the subsequent test results are stable, the frequency of medication can be gradually increased. Today's task ends here. You can take the volunteers back first, and then you can rest."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment, looked up at Snape, and showed a little surprise.

"Professor, do you mean that I don't have to come to the lab today?"

Snape put down the report and glanced at him, his tone as harsh as ever, but with a slight sense of relaxation:

"Yes. Haha, to be honest, the progress of this project is much smoother than expected. The results can be seen in the first experiment, and there is no deviation in the data statistics-"

He paused, as if he was considering his words, and then snorted coldly.

"-I haven't encountered such a smooth research project in many years. Stop talking nonsense and take the people away quickly."

Deverot's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and he smiled with his lips pursed. He did not respond out loud, but silently regarded Snape's words as an invisible compliment in his heart.

He walked to the bed, looked at Percy who was still sleeping, gently tapped his forehead, and cast an awakening spell.

"Percy, get up."

Percy slowly opened his eyes, his expression was still a little confused, and asked a question reflexively.

"When does the treatment start?"

Deveraux laughed, reached out to help him up, and patted his shoulder while saying.

"The treatment is over, man. You can go back to the ward and lie down to rest now."

"What?!"

Percy's eyes were wide open, and he obviously hadn't fully reacted yet.

"It's over? So soon?"

"Yeah, that's called efficiency."

Deveraux joked while helping Percy walk to the door of the laboratory. His tone was relaxed, but he didn't forget to pay attention to whether Percy's steps were steady and his face was strange.

Snape behind him didn't look at them again, but just buried his head back to his workbench, opened the record book and started filling in the day's experimental report.

......

Time ticked by, and the only sound in the underground classroom was the rustling of the feather pen on the parchment.

Snape finally stopped writing, raised his head, and breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes swept across the equipment on the laboratory table, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes, but also mixed with a sense of satisfaction with the progress of the experiment.

He gently rubbed his brows and was about to stand up to pick up the lunch box when——

"Haha, Snape, not bad."

A low and gloomy voice suddenly exploded in the silence, as if penetrating from all directions.

(Fourth update!)