Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Deverot raised his hand and gently fiddled with the golden fur on his head. The furry touch made him feel a little amused.

Although his image became a little outrageous, it is undeniable that this battle made his strength a qualitative leap.

"Voldemort, Voldemort, he is really a boy who brings wealth."

Deverot whispered to himself, with a slightly teasing smile on his lips.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed that a short battle would allow him to directly cross a level.

As for the new "Death's Hatred" entry on the panel, Deverot didn't take it to heart.

He shrugged and thought to himself.

"Death? I don't know him, so I hate him. Anyway, I don't care about the flood after death."

What really gave him a headache was "Curse of Anubis".

The werewolf appearance brought by this entry does make people feel inconvenient in many cases.

After all, turning into a beast to go to class or appear in the Hogwarts Hall is too absurd.

However, Deveraux was soon relieved.

He stretched out his claws and snapped his fingers, smiling easily.

"Lose control of reason? That's impossible for me. I have the Zen meditation to protect my body. As long as I keep it running, I can stay awake even if I turn into a werewolf. Besides, isn't there a treatment plan?"

In comparison, the "Power of Decay" is a positive bonus for Deveraux.

He recalled the "Death Curse·Deay" just now. The terrifying power made Voldemort's soul fly away directly, and the remaining soul was forced into a small ball.

"Tsk, it's really refreshing."

Deveraux clenched his fists and felt the power in his body.

He could clearly feel that the Decay Curse had become one of his strongest killers.

"It seems that I have to find an opportunity to test the limit of this power in the future."

Deverot nodded slightly, moved his eyes away from the panel, and fell on the mess around him.

The broken furniture, the burned floor, and the overturned tables and chairs all indicated the earth-shattering battle just now.

Just as he was about to clean up the mess, he caught a golden light outside the room.

He squinted his eyes and looked closely. The thing was lying quietly at the broken door.

"Hmm?"

Deverot's heart moved immediately.

"That might be Voldemort's golden cup."

He ran forward without hesitation. Sure enough, it was Hufflepuff's golden cup!

The patterns engraved on the cup were still shining, as if they were not affected by the battle.

Deverot looked at the golden cup, and a smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Haha! It seems that Voldemort's exorcism spell was not thorough enough, leaving it here."

He reached out and picked up the golden cup without hesitation.

However, at the moment he touched the golden cup, a low and tempting voice sounded in his mind:

"Take a sip, take a sip of my water, and you will gain eternal life."

Deverot's mouth twitched, and the expression on his face changed from expectation to mockery.

"Heh, the person who drank your water last time has been sent away by a spell."

He shook his head, took out his wand, and gently waved it at the golden cup. A confinement spell instantly sealed the strange sound in a ball of light.

The golden cup quieted down, and Deverot nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this was what it should be like.

Then, his eyes fell on the entry of the golden cup: [Ode to Life (Only)].

Deverot frowned and fell into a brief thought.

Should I load this entry?

He remembered that the last time he tried to load [Wilderness of Knowledge], the system had warned him that loading certain entries might change the form of life.

He tried to touch the entry, and the system really popped up the same prompt again.

This made Devereux's mind recall the scene of Voldemort using the golden cup.

According to his speculation, the effect of this entry is likely to be to create the kind of liquid that can keep people alive forever.

"If that's the case..."

A gleam of light flashed in Devereux's eyes.

"Then can't I make a fortune with this?"

He was immersed in the fantasy of his future fortune-making plan, and even began to outline the blueprint of opening a "youth forever" beverage store with a golden cup.

However, at this moment, a low and familiar voice interrupted his thoughts:

"Child, if I were you, I wouldn't do that."

Devereux turned his head sharply and blurted out.

"Professor!"

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In the dim cellar, the smoke raised by the blasting spell just now had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

Broken bricks and stones were scattered on the ground, occasionally making a few crisp landing sounds, adding a bit of solemnity to the silent environment.

Snape dragged his injured leg slowly to the center of the cellar. There was a tall mirror that reached the ceiling. The golden frame glowed faintly under the weak light.

The base of the mirror was two supporting feet carved into the shape of claws, which looked solemn and mysterious.

There was a paragraph engraved on the top.

"Eris Stella Erhelu Ait Ubi Kafru Aiton Vohes"

Snape stood in front of the mirror, bowed his head and was silent for a moment, as if he was adjusting his mood.

Then, he raised his hand and gently placed his palm on the cold mirror.

"Lily, it's been... a long time..."

The mirror gradually began to ripple with light, and a familiar figure emerged.

It was a girl with red hair and green eyes, with a clear and warm smile.

Her eyes were as kind as ever, as if time had never taken away her light.

Snape's eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a rare warmth.

That was a secret deep in his heart, his most precious memory.

"Maybe, I'll find you soon..."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue and relief.

"After I send that kid off for the last time..."

After he finished speaking, his eyes stayed on the girl in the mirror for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave this moment in his mind forever.

However, the next second, he suddenly turned his face away, as if he was afraid that he would waver if he looked at it again.

His hand slowly slid from the mirror, hanging by his side, slightly clenched, as if forcing himself to make a decision.

The air in the cellar seemed to be more solemn. Only the smile of the girl in the mirror remained unchanged, watching him quietly, as if she was bidding him farewell, or waiting silently.

Snape turned around and bent down to pick up the cloth bag on the ground.

The cloth bag looked heavy, but when he opened it, there was nothing inside, not even a trace of dust.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He turned and walked towards the huge crucible in the center of the room. The liquid inside was slowly emitting white mist and exuding a strange and pungent smell.

Snape looked carefully. Some soaked and broken pages floated on the surface of the liquid, like paper that had been rotten in water for a long time.

"What are these?"

He whispered to himself, his eyes as sharp as a knife, trying to find the answer from the clues.

However, when he approached the crucible and looked carefully, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is...!"

Snape's face became solemn in an instant, and his hand subconsciously touched the wand at his waist.

At this moment, a faint groan came from behind, breaking the silence in the room.

He turned around suddenly, and the sound seemed to come from behind the mirror.

Snape walked over quickly, around the mirror, and saw a thin figure curled up on the ground.

"Draco!"

Snape's voice was filled with shock and a hint of anger that could not be concealed.

He squatted down and carefully lifted up the boy with a painful face with both hands.

Draco Malfoy's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

His breathing was weak, and his lips trembled, as if he might faint at any time.

Snape shook his shoulders hard, trying to wake him up.

"Why are you here? What happened?"

Snape's voice was low but rapid, as if every word was filled with a faint worry.

Draco barely opened his eyes, his voice as weak as a gossamer.

"Professor... he... he forced me... to get that thing..."

Snape's heart sank suddenly, his brows knitted, and the expression on his face became more complicated.

He almost blurted out.

"The Dark Lord's stuff?!"

However, before Draco could answer, a sharp roar came from behind Snape, with shocking anger.

"Let go of the child! Snape! Or I will do it!"

Snape turned around suddenly, and his black robe fluttered with his movements.

His eyes quickly locked on the source of the voice - it was Professor McGonagall.

She was holding a wand, her face full of anger... staring at Snape with bloodshot eyes.

(First update!)