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"Yes, yes, I understand."

Devereaux waved his hand helplessly, turned around and hung the gloves on the coat rack in front of the laboratory door, his movements casual but not missing the mark.

He muttered softly while flexing his fingers that were stiff from the cold.

"But haven't we all finished our work? Alas, I really don't want to go to this kind of academic exchange meeting. Not only do I have to run back and forth, but I also have to deal with those weird problems. I heard the old bat said that once it is over, there is another Stacking new materials requires sorting and writing. Why do researchers always waste time in these formalistic places?”

He said, turned around and walked to the experimental table, picked up a bottle of potion sample, and looked at the light carefully.

Hearing this, Lu Ping smiled slightly, put down the quill, and kept moving his hands to neatly put the experimental notes filled with records into a thick folder.

His tone was gentle, but with a hint of ridicule.

"No way, who told us to cooperate with Sir Granger? If he hadn't re-standardized the material format of Potions, how would we have the opportunity to publish these results? This is a once-in-a-lifetime good thing."

Devereux curled his lips, put the potion sample back to its place, leaned against the experimental table, and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Okay, okay, I admit that he is really good. But I still feel that these so-called exchange meetings are more like showoff conferences. When the stage is full of talk, the audience is full of peers who are thinking about how to take shortcuts."

He came from another world. As a college student, he had heard about some academic styles.

Lupine chuckled, looked from the folder to Devereux, and shook his head.

"If you don't go, Professor Snape is probably the only one who can support the scene. But as you know, he is not good at such social situations. Without you, I'm afraid we won't be able to attract any sponsorship, but we may attract a lot of enemies. "

"Oh, isn't it because of you? To be honest, I want to retire now. I can't do it with my old bones."

As Devereux spoke, he scratched his head and casually walked to the center of the laboratory, looking down at the potion that was being brewed automatically.

There are eight large pots neatly placed in the laboratory, each one exuding a strong aroma of herbs, and the instruments beside the pot beep, indicating the progress of the cooking.

These potions are all produced according to the fully automatic boiling technology invented by Devereaux. The churning liquid in the pot shows different colors - deep purple, emerald green, amber gold... The participants of this international exchange meeting The samples almost took up the entire laboratory space.

This meter is Devero's new alchemy item, used in conjunction with the fully automatic potion brewing spell.

After hearing Devereaux's emotion, Lupine raised his head and glanced at him, unable to help but laugh.

"Aren't you only eleven years old? You are getting old before you get old, you little genius."

Devereux checked the potions one by one, and after confirming that everything was working properly, he nodded with satisfaction.

He waved his magic wand, and a floral soft chair appeared out of thin air behind him.

He sat down on it, and the soft cushions of the chair made a slight "puff" sound.

Devereux crossed his legs, smoothed his slightly messy blond hair, and imitated Dumbledore's tone.

"Believe me, Mr. Teaching Assistant, if you work frequently with Professor Snape for more than a year, even a genius will age prematurely like me."

Lu Ping smiled slightly, shook his head, and did not answer.

His expression was obviously much more relaxed than when he first arrived at Hogwarts a month ago, and he looked much more energetic.

At that time, his clothes were in rags and his face was full of exhaustion. Now the robe on his body is brand new. Although it is not new, it exudes an indescribable neatness and crispness.

Of course, he didn't buy it new from the second-hand market, but Devereaux used transfiguration to transform the old one into the current one.

At that time, Lupine was greatly surprised by Devereux's transformation skills, saying that he had several good friends who were masters of transformation, but such casual but accurate transformation was really amazing.

Devereaux, on the other hand, smiled and refurbished all of Lupin's things.

Lupine was completely impressed by Devereux's knowledge of transformation. Of course, when he later taught Lupine the technique of fully automatic potion brewing, he was shocked again.

In less than thirty days of being together, Devereux had heard Lupine call him a genius no less than 100 times, and his ears were almost ringing with pain.

Devereux came back from his thoughts, and his eyes fell on Lupine, who was lowering his head and busy.

He cleared his throat and spoke.

"By the way, Lupin, when do you plan to start treatment? Luna, Percy, and Mr. Lovegood's treatment has been very successful, and the effect is absolutely incredible. Once cured, you don't need every Yuan Yue drank that terrible wolfsbane potion."

When Lupine heard this, the quill in his hand paused slightly. His eyes flickered for a few times, as if hesitating for something, then he raised his head and looked at Devereaux, with a forced smile on his lips.

"To be honest, I haven't thought about it either."

He spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"No, no, don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I like being a werewolf. I actually hate it very much. But I...I really don't know how I can go back to a normal life after being cured."

His eyes lowered to the table, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the barrel of the quill.

At that moment, he looked more lonely than ever, like a person trapped in a fog, unable to find the direction to move forward.

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, Deveraux,"

Lupin smiled bitterly, with a little self-mockery in his eyes.

"I have always been a timid person. Haha, I didn't expect that I would be admitted to Gryffindor. From the day I stepped into Gryffindor Tower, I knew that I was different from others. I am afraid to establish a deep relationship with others because... I am a werewolf."

He paused, as if brewing emotions, and then carefully put the experimental notes in his hand into the drawer, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window with a somewhat empty look.

"Later, I made friends. That was the happiest time of my life. Our relationship was very good, so good that I felt that I might be able to get rid of those inferiority and fears. They even..."

Lupin paused, as if he didn't want to touch certain memories, and his voice lowered.

"They even did many things for me that touched me for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, two of them died and one was imprisoned in Azkaban."

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