Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"Is Voldemort trying to plant another spy in Hogwarts?"

Deveraux thought grimly.

His brows were furrowed.

A trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

These days.

He often saw Marcus wandering around the library.

Holding a pile of dark magic books in his hands.

He hurried to Quirrell's office.

What made him even more uneasy was that.

Marcus came back later than Deveraux, who went out to explore the castle at night.

Every time he came back.

He looked exhausted.

His face was pale.

His eyes were obviously tired.

He didn't know what he was doing.

Deveraux scratched his head in embarrassment.

His fingers ran through the soft golden hair.

Leaving a few messy marks.

He sighed.

After all, Marcus was one of Deveraux's better friends in Slytherin.

I don't want him to be involved in the next wizarding war.

I don't want him to be Voldemort's dog.

But now.

I went to the office this evening.

I was alone with Quirrell.

And I came back exhausted.

If this trend continues.

Something will definitely go wrong!

Deveraux stood up.

He paced back and forth.

The footsteps echoed in the silent room.

His heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

On the one hand.

He was worried about Marcus's safety.

He didn't want to see his friends in danger.

On the other hand.

He couldn't act rashly.

Because he still needed to load an important entry from Voldemort.

He couldn't catch him so quickly.

"It's difficult! Forget it, I'll hand him over after learning the three unforgivable curses next week. I can't ignore my friend's life!"

Deveraux gritted his teeth.

He made up his mind.

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class next week.

Go to Dumbledore to report Quirrell.

Then wait for an opportunity to capture him.

As for the red item on Voldemort.

Deveraux had no choice but to give it up.

"Okay, then the plan is set. Let me think about anything else... Oh, right!"

Deveraux wrote a line of small words at the bottom of the parchment.

"Microscopic world exploration, metamorphosis tracing, Lovegood's reply."

Deveraux looked at the last word.

Frowning.

During this week.

Deveraux had already written a letter to the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler.

That is, Mr. Lovegood, Luna's father.

He used the school's owl.

But it's been almost a week.

There's still no reply.

"I'll go to the tower later to see if this owl forgot to bring me the letter. I feel like the owls in these schools don't like me very much, and I don't know why."

He raised his hand.

He gently stroked the healed wounds.

He had a bitter smile on his face.

The last time Deveraux went to deliver a letter.

Several owls teamed up to peck him crazily.

They also left several blood marks on his hands.

If they weren't all the property of the school.

Deveraux would have caught them all long ago.

Plucking their feathers and throwing them into the pot to stew.

"As for the research on microstructures, I'll copy Professor McGonagall's [Transfiguration Monster] entry next week, and then upgrade it to a red entry. I guess we'll be able to make great progress."

Thinking of this.

Deveraux's mouth curled up slightly.

There was a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

He had kept an entry upgrade card before, but it was useless.

Just waiting for the copy time of this golden entry to cool down.

Next Monday will come.

Then he can copy another golden entry.

Deveraux turned back to the desk.

Sit down again.

Pick up the quill.

Added a few lines on the parchment:

"Go to the Owl Tower tomorrow to check the status of the letters and make sure that Mr. Lovegood's reply is not missed. In addition, check the status of the owl to see if there is anything that needs special care."

"Then there is the problem of tracing the origin of the transformation. I read some yesterday and felt that it was quite difficult. Now that I have [King of Exams], I will try the effect of this entry."

Deveraux turned sideways.

Pulled out the wand from his waist.

Knocked on Al's head beside the fireplace.

Then Deveraux reached in.

Pulled out a heavy book with great effort.

"How to trace the origin of a transformed object".

Deveraux put the book on the table.

He used the back of his hand to gently brush away the dust and unknown stains on the cover.

His fingers slid along the spine of the book.

Feeling the texture of the leather and the traces of time.

The pages were slightly yellowed.

The edges were a little worn.But the book is still well preserved.

He took a deep breath.

Then he slowly turned the pages.

He sat on a high stool and continued to read.

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"Go away! Go away! Don't force me to do it!"

After reading for almost an afternoon.

He left the Room of Requirement.

He came to the Owlery in the tower.

At this time, he was waving his wand and shouting at a pair of owls flying towards him.

"Damn it! Why didn't I learn a spell to drive away birds."

There were seven or eight bloody cuts on Deveraux's arm.

I don't know why the owls this time.

It seems that they are more hostile to Deveraux.

Although very angry.

Deveraux finally left the Owlery quickly.

Panting.

Holding the outer wall of the shed.

Deveraux was able to catch his breath at this time.

"No, I owed you in my last life? You are so cruel to me!"

Deverot was about to cry as he looked at his arms that were now bleeding.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey's [Superb Medical Skills] entry was loaded before.

He could treat himself first.

Deverot waved his wand.

The wound on his arm healed immediately.

But there were still some marks left.

He had to rely on some scar removal potions to deal with it.

After dealing with the wound on his arm.

Deverot glared at the owl shed angrily.

It's not impossible to break in.

But Deverot still counted on them to send him letters in the future.

After all, he didn't have an owl.

Cast an armor spell and peck their beaks off.

Wouldn't that make him hate himself even more?

Just when Deverot was at a loss.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

"Deverot, why are you here?"

Deverot turned his head suddenly.

He smiled happily.

That's right!

The person who came was the savior of the magic world!

Harry Potter!

Harry was alone at this time.

He held something that looked like a bread box in his hand.

He looked at Deverot in surprise.

"Oh! Harry, you saved my life."

Deverot immediately stepped forward and put his arm around Harry's shoulders.

He showed his arm to Harry.

"I just came to see if my letter had arrived, but for some reason, the owls in this shed went crazy when they saw me. They pecked my arm several times."

Harry looked at the blood on Deverot's arm that had not yet dried.

He immediately showed a surprised expression.

Obviously, he didn't expect these owls to be so wild.

Then.

Deverot patted Harry on the shoulder.

He said to him with a smile.

"So Harry, can you do me a favor and help me find out if there is an owl named Vega inside. It is the one who delivered the letter for me."

"What's the problem? No problem. With Hedwig here, those owls won't do anything to me. Just wait a moment."

Harry grinned.

He agreed without hesitation.

He walked in with the bread box.

Deveraux breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave a thumbs up to Harry's back.

He is worthy of being the savior.

He is always willing to help others.

So Deveraux stood outside the shed and waited for Harry.

He probably came to improve Hedwig's food today.

That's why he took a box of bread.

But Deveraux estimated.

Hedwig probably wouldn't be able to eat a few bites.

The bread would be snatched away by other owls.

After a while.

Deveraux heard Harry calling Vega's name in the shed.

But suddenly.

"Deverot!"

Harry suddenly let out a loud scream.

Fu! ... Deveraux immediately recognized that it was Vega, the owl that had delivered the letter for him before!

Harry heard the noise.

He turned around and looked at Deveraux who had rushed in.

At this time, his face was pale and his lips were trembling.

"Deveraux... Vega... is dead!"

"It was killed by magic just now!!”