Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Seriously.

For Deveraux.

The most annoying course is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Because Quirrell always makes the classroom full of garlic smell.

The second is undoubtedly Potions.

Although his potion level is far higher than his peers.

So under normal circumstances.

He should like it very much.

After all, he can show his prowess in front of others.

The future is loaded with the entry [Descendant of Slytherin].

It should also be counted as an honor.

Maybe it can improve his strength.

But Snape didn't give him any chance to show his ability.

He even treated Deveraux as air in class.

He only had eyes for...

"Potter! What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

That's right.

It's Friday of Deveraux's first week at Hogwarts.

The first class in the morning is Potions.

And the scene in front of him is the classic three questions in Potions.

Seeing Hermione stretching her hand high.

Deveraux couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Don't disturb their world of two at this time.

And Neville next to him was obviously frightened by Snape's severity.

He desperately hid his head under the table.

Fearing that he would be the next person to be ignited by Snape.

Considering what he might encounter later.

This time Deveraux took the initiative to sit with him.

And Deveraux's reputation during this period.

It also made it look nothing strange for him, a Slytherin, to sit with Gryffindor.

No Slytherin would say anything to him because of his action.

What surprised Deveraux was.

Malfoy didn't seem to be interested in the drama of executing Harry.

He and his two followers sat in a corner of the classroom.

Their eyes were a little dull.

Not many people sat next to him.

Whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor.

It was estimated that what happened in the flying class yesterday was a big blow to him.

Moreover, many seniors in Slytherin also began to have opinions about him.

After all, when he walked out the door in the morning, he saw that the hourglass of the house points of the Serpentine House was empty!

This is really unbearable.

In the common room yesterday,

Some people have begun to lament that this year Slytherin may not get the house cup for the first time in seven years!

However, as a time traveler, Deveraux knew that the house cup had been advanced to Gryffindor by Dumbledore seven years in advance.

So he didn't want to struggle.

He didn't have the same resentment towards Malfoy as others.

He just hoped that he could be quieter.

Now it perfectly meets Deveraux's expectations.

Look at that gloomy expression.

He must have been deeply hit.

On the other side, Snape's difficulties continued.

"Tsk, tsk... It seems that fame doesn't represent everything."

Snape walked directly past Hermione, who was about to stretch her hand to the ceiling.

His eyes were fixed on Harry's face.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I ask you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"I don't know, Professor."

"I think you didn't even turn over a book before the start of the semester, right, Potter?"

....

The following is a series of answers that popped out of Snape's mouth.

He suddenly glanced at all the students who were watching.

Except for Deveraux.

Everyone who looked at him.

All of them shrank their necks suddenly.

"Do you understand? Why don't you write all this down?!"

The classic three questions scared the students in the audience so much that they dared not breathe.

There was a rustling sound of feather pens.

Deveraux held his cheek and looked at the scene boredly.

To be honest.

These contents are the most basic basic knowledge.

Deveraux had already mastered it completely half a year ago when he hadn't awakened the system.

Now there is the entry of [Potion Spirit].

That's even more of a piece of cake.

Unfortunately, Snape was in class.

All he had eyes for was Potter.

After Harry was deducted points for talking back.

Potions class finally entered the stage that Deveraux was looking forward to the most.

He had forgotten the set of potion equipment that Snape had given him.

It had been in Al's stomach.

When he wanted to take it out the day before yesterday.

He found that it was already covered with unknown mucus.

So Deveraux cleaned them.

It's still drying now.

But he hadn't touched potions for a whole week.

Today he finally had meat!

Snape divided them into groups of two.

He instructed them to mix and prepare a simple potion to treat scabies.

And Deveraux naturally became a group with Neville, who was sitting next to him.

To be honest.Neville felt that he was indeed a bit clumsy.

Even with Deveroy's help.

He almost put the ingredients in the wrong order.

Of course.

This was also because Snape was hanging around behind him.

Under Deveroy's protection.

The two of them were almost the only two people in the class who had not been scolded by Snape.

Even Malfoy, who was favored by Snape in the original book.

was scolded in a low voice because of distraction.

Even with Neville on the side to strengthen Deveroy.

But Deveroy still relied on his extraordinary potion intuition.

And some kind of metaphysical blessing.

Only two-thirds of the materials were used.

To complete the configuration of this simple potion.

At this time, others were still weighing dried nettles.

The students at the front and back tables turned around.

They looked at the pot of clear, steaming green potion in front of Deveroy in amazement.

"Oh my god! It's not even three minutes yet! Alexander is done?"

"Impossible! My snake fangs haven't even been broken yet, and he's already brewed them? This is a student in the same grade as me?"

"I think Deveraux must be from a pure-blood family in France! He must have received an excellent magic education since childhood!"

"Yes! And he's so gentle and polite, he must be from an aristocracy!"

This is what the students in the Snake Academy are talking about.

It reached Deveraux's ears.

He couldn't help but find it a little funny.

What aristocracy?

He just received nine years of compulsory education.

He's a normal person, he won't spit trash talk when he meets someone.

Does this make him aristocrat?

But this good potion education since childhood is true.

After all, it was taught by Snape himself.

It's just that the process is a bit horrible.

"Enough, there's no need for extra noise here."

Snape's voice was a little louder than a whisper.

But everyone could hear the deep voice again.

"Or do you think you have completely mastered the making of this potion?"

Snape's venomous eyes swept over the students who were just screaming.

The students who were seen didn't dare to breathe.

As he said.

Snape walked to the table of Deveraux and Neville.

He looked at the pot in front of Deveraux.

The pot of clear potion that seemed to contain no impurities.

Snape stood there motionless.

His eyes were fixed on the pot of potion.

Deveraux was very familiar with this look.

This was the expression of Snape when he was looking for faults.

He was desperately looking for the flaws in Deveraux's potion.

But it was obvious.

Deveraux couldn't fail with such an extremely simple potion.

Tsk!

Snape only heard a very small smacking sound of his lips.

Deveraux's mouth curled up.

"It's a very standard, even perfect work, Mr. Alexander. For your performance, Slytherin will give you five points."

Said.

Snape was about to walk back to the podium with a dark face.

At this time.

Devereux suddenly stood up.

"Professor Snape, you got too few points."