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[Current wizard secret realm: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]

[Exploration progress: 60.1%]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the entry upgrade card!]

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Friday, Hogwarts.

Deveraux took slow steps, his footsteps echoing in the wide secret room.

He looked up and looked around, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, this place is really big, isn't it, Weiss?"

As soon as the voice fell, a low hissing sound came from the shadows, with a hint of laziness, as if responding to his sigh.

Deveraux's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes fell on the huge statue in the distance.

"Yes, after all, it's my ancestor."

The statue is located in the middle of the secret room, towering and majestic. Although it is old, it still retains a strong sense of oppression.

It is a wrinkled monkey-like face, with a deep and gloomy look, as if looking down on everything.

The sparse long beard hangs down to the hem of the stone robe, and the two thick gray feet stand firmly on the smooth ground like pillars.

Yes, Deveraux is now in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Wise - the name of the basilisk, meaning "wisdom" - is entrenched in a corner of the chamber, and the huge snake body rises and falls slightly with breathing.

Deveraux glanced down at it, still not quite understanding why Salazar Slytherin gave his pet such a serious name.

According to Deveraux's habit, he must have given him a lucky name like Wangcai.

Ever since he got the entry [Descendant of Slytherin], Deveraux has been itching to visit one of the most mysterious underground places in the Harry Potter world.

Today, he finally got his wish.

He raised his head and looked at the surrounding environment again. Tall stone pillars surround the chamber of secrets, and the reliefs of giant snakes are entangled on the pillars, as if whispering silently.

The whole space exudes an ancient and desolate atmosphere, as if it was once glorious, but has lost its luster with the passage of time.

"So, when I get old, I won't become like this, right?"

Deverot stared at the wrinkled stone face and muttered.

"The hair is sparse, the beard drags on the ground, and it looks like an old monster."

He sighed softly and moved slowly in the secret room.

His eyes carefully swept through every corner, and the secret room in the secret room was not spared.

With the help of perception, the exploration process was easy and efficient.

But in the end, his brows frowned - the entire secret room seemed to have been cleared out long ago.

"It's so barren..."

Deverot whispered to himself. He looked at the empty space and glanced at the statue.

"I guess Old Volt took away everything that could be used."

Indeed, the huge secret room had almost no precious things left except the huge stone statue of Slytherin himself and several pillars with giant snake reliefs.

He shook his head, feeling quite disappointed.

"This trip to the secret room, apart from increasing the degree of exploration, really didn't yield much."

However!

Deverot is now an alchemist master, can this little problem still stump him?

As long as there are materials, he can always find a way to make something useful!

For example... the snake skin shed by the basilisk!

Under the leadership of Weiss, Deverot easily found dozens of snake skins shed by the basilisk over the years in the depths of the secret room.

These snake skins were scattered on the ground of the tunnel, with different colors, some were dull and dull, and should be a few years old.

Some were green and exuded a strange luster, and it was obvious that they were very fresh.

Deverot walked to a piece of snake skin with bright colors and clear textures.

This snake skin was coiled on the ground, as if it still had some residual power of the basilisk.

He squatted down and slowly put his hand on it.

I saw strands of golden silk extending from his fingertips. The moment they touched the snake skin, these silk threads began to dance as if they had life, stringing together the scattered snake skins one by one, just like a loom running at high speed, dexterous and efficient.

But in just a few seconds, an exquisite basilisk leather glove appeared in Deveraux's hand.

The surface of the glove was as smooth as a mirror, with a faint green light, and the lines were clear and elegant, like a work of art.

Deveraux tried to put on the glove and waved it gently, and the glove exuded a strange magical fluctuation.

He could feel that the glove inherited the characteristics of the basilisk skin and could rebound most of the spells, which could be called a top-level defensive equipment!

However, Deveraux did not show a satisfied smile, but frowned and sighed.

"Lack of money..."

He muttered in a low voice, covering his forehead, looking helpless.

Although life at Hogwarts was rich and colorful, it also made him deeply experience the taste of financial constraints.

The gold bars that Dumbledore gave him and the five hundred Galleons he won from the duel competition were already running out.

Now, even processing a glove made him feel stretched.

There was no way, he was an alchemist, and he needed a lot of gold.

Deveraux had thought countless times in his mind that it would be better to be a copper smelter, but that was impossible.

Deveraux looked at the gloves, shook his head, and said to himself.

"It seems that I still have to find a way to make some money... I wonder if I can get some funding at the international exchange conference."

While muttering, he stood up and put away his gloves. He turned around and looked at Weiss who was squatting on the side, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Weiss, I will definitely bring you some mice next time."

Weiss turned his back to him and lazily spit out his snake tongue, seeming to be quite satisfied with this promise.

Deveraux took a last look at the secret room and turned to walk towards the exit.

When he was about to go out, he looked back at the giant Slytherin statue in the secret room. For some reason, he felt that the statue seemed to be looking at him.

"Is it an illusion?"

Deveraux frowned, always feeling that the eyes of the statue seemed to be alive, staring at him quietly.

However, when he looked closely, he found that the statue was still lifeless and lifeless.

He shook his head, shook off this weird thought, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It seems that I'm under a lot of pressure recently, and even the stone can see the expression."

The exit of the secret room was right in front of him. Deveraux didn't stay any longer and turned to walk out.

As for the item upgrade card, Deveraux was not in a hurry to use it. After all, there was no threat now, and there were not many items in the gold items that needed to be upgraded urgently.

I also wanted to upgrade [Alchemy Genius] before.

......

Deveraux poked his head out of the girls' bathroom, looked around, and walked out carefully after making sure that there was no one in the corridor.

He sighed softly, raised his hand to brush the broken hair in front of his forehead, and felt a little relieved in his heart.

After all, he now has the "good name" of the fourth generation of the Dark Lord, and Deveraux does not want to be given a perverted title again.

Hogwarts Castle is a little weirdly quiet at this moment, like a silent ruin.

The chaotic scene when Quirrell attacked two weeks ago seems to be still vivid, but now, almost all the portraits, students and ghosts in the castle have been evacuated, and only sporadic footsteps occasionally echo in the corridor.

So Deveraux didn't meet anyone along the way, and didn't see many people.

In this silent atmosphere, his thoughts inevitably went back to the secret meeting with Dumbledore at midnight two days ago.