Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"Forget it, wait a minute, I'll try to see if there are other functions."

Seeing the entry upgrade card, Devero was not in a hurry to use it.

After all, he had just received this entry.

Devero wanted to play with it first.

See what other aspects he could improve.

It won't be too late to use it after class.

"Speaking of this entry upgrade card, the castle exploration progress has not made much progress at present. This weekend was also delayed by various things, so there was no progress. We have to hurry up."

When the prop card was mentioned.

Devero thought of his castle exploration progress that was frustrated everywhere.

He couldn't help but hold his forehead.

He went to get a new formula for the Polyjuice Potion on Saturday.

He continued on Sunday, and then ran into the Owl Shed in the afternoon.

As a result, his original progress was delayed.

Now Snape wants him to go to him every night.

And the practice of Zen meditation cannot be left behind.

There are still courses for seniors to follow.

Alas, things are getting more and more.

Deveraux couldn't help but sigh.

He unconsciously played with the smoky feather pen in his hand.

With a thought.

The feather pen kept changing into various items.

At this time, Deveraux was already very good at changing such small items.

He didn't even need a wand.

Changing.

Suddenly the feather pen in his hand turned into a long match.

Deveraux saw the match in front of him.

His eyes narrowed.

Suddenly a question came to his mind.

"Well, I'll ask Professor McGonagall later."

As Deveraux kept trying his new transformation ability with various small objects, time passed little by little.

Dinglingling!

Professor McGonagall waved her wand.

Suddenly a bright bell rang.

All the little wizards stopped their actions.

He looked up.

Most of the students were unable to finish within the stipulated time.

Ron was sweating profusely.

He scratched his head and wanted to write a few more words.

Deveraux felt that he might fail.

He couldn't not listen in class.

Harry next to him was much better.

He put down his pen very calmly.

He waited quietly for the professor to take his paper away.

Hermione was the only one who finished early besides Deveraux.

He was reviewing the content of the next course at this time.

He was still mumbling.

"Oh, we have identification methods in this class, so I guess we can't finish it this semester..."

Deveraux heard it faintly.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This really doesn't seem like a question a student would consider.

At least as an eleven-year-old elementary school student, he shouldn't consider it, right?

"Time's up, students."

Professor McGonagall's voice was crisp and powerful.

It reached everyone's ears.

But some people continued to answer the questions.

Professor McGonagall frowned.

She waved her wand again.

Suddenly.

An invisible magical force spread in the classroom.

The parchments in the hands of all students rolled up automatically.

As if they were gently rolled up by invisible hands.

They were neatly put away.

Ron's quill was even rolled up by the parchment because he was still answering questions.

Knowing that the overall situation was decided, he lay on the table with his head in his arms.

Waiting for Professor McGonagall's verdict.

Then Professor McGonagall waved again.

This time.

The parchments in the classroom were attracted by a force.

They floated up from the table.

They slowly flew to the front of the classroom.

The parchments hovered in the air.

Like a group of dancing butterflies.

All the test papers unfolded in the air.

They fell flat on the podium.

They were arranged neatly.

It looked like they were carefully sorted by invisible hands.

Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction.

Then she poked the parchment with her wand.

Suddenly four pieces of parchment flew out by themselves.

Floating in front of Professor McGonagall.

The professor frowned.

Her originally serious face was even more intimidating now.

She carefully browsed the four pieces of parchment.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Then she angrily read out the names of the owners of the four papers.

"Crabbe, Goyle, Weasley, Longbottom!"

Obviously they did not pass the exam.

Deveraux gave Neville and Ron a sympathetic look.

As for Goyle and Crabbe.

They still looked stupid now.

They didn't seem to understand why their names were called.

To be honest, Deveraux doubted whether they were really wizards?

"I really didn't expect that there would be students who could make more than half of the mistakes in writing this set of papers, especially Crabbe and Goyle.! They didn't even get a single question right!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Deveraux was once again shocked by the IQ of Malfoy's two followers.

"You four, come to my office tonight! I'll give you private lessons!"

The four of them didn't dare to breathe now.

Nodding repeatedly.

"Okay, get out of class is over, everyone go to the next class. "

Professor McGonagall exhaled slowly.

Then, she waved her hand gently.

As if she was driving a group of chicks back to the roost.

Signaling that the students could leave.

The students began to pack up their books and stationery.

The classroom became lively in an instant.

The sound of pages turning, the sound of chairs moving, and the low conversations between students were intertwined.

Most students quickly packed their belongings.

Then they walked out of the classroom in groups of three or five.

Some of them kept inviting Deveraux to go with them.

Deveraux politely refused them all.

Deveraux was not in a hurry at all .

Instead, he slowly packed his schoolbag.

With a calm expression on his face.

Because the next class is Charms.

And his Charms class is to follow the fifth grade course.

So the next class is equivalent to him having no class.

Then he can take this time to ask Professor McGonagall.

As the number of students in the classroom decreases.

Deveraux's eyes never move away from the podium.

Until the last student.

The top student Hermione who always leaves the classroom last.

also left with a series of questions.

Deveraux came to the podium.

"What's the matter? Deveraux."

Seeing Deveraux coming over.

McGonagall smiled kindly.

After Deveraux explained that he had no class next period.

He directly put forward his most urgent request to the professor.

"Professor, I would like to ask you some methods of applying Transfiguration in actual combat. "

Professor McGonagall looked down at Deveraux.

Her brows were slightly furrowed.

She was obviously thinking whether to tell Deveraux about this.

"Professor, you know that now someone is targeting me, so I should develop my abilities in all aspects, including Transfiguration, and strive to improve my self-protection ability quickly."

After hearing this.

Professor McGonagall nodded hesitantly.

"That's right, but if I teach you now, you may not be able to master it, and it may not be useful."

She stood up.

She said very seriously.

"If you want to quickly improve your self-protection ability, then find Professor Flitwick or Professor Snape, they are both good at dueling."