Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Chapter 70

When consciousness gradually returned from the chaos.

"Ouch!"

Feeling a headache.

Deveraux frowned and pressed his hand on half of his face.

"Damn it, I won't mess around anymore. This feeling of running out of magic power is like taking half of my life."

He vaguely remembered that he followed Professor McGonagall to a secret room.

Then he didn't know what was good for him and used all his strength to activate all the stone pillars.

He drained himself.

Huh~

Took another deep breath.

I felt the pain in my head faded a lot.

Only then did Deveraux have time to pay attention to his situation.

He looked up blankly.

"Where am I?"

A question popped up in his mind.

At this time, he felt the quietness of the surrounding environment.

There was a faint smell of herbs in the air - it was white mulberry.

This was a smell that Deveraux would not feel anywhere else - only in the school hospital of Hogwarts could he smell it so clearly.

What caught my eyes was the white ceiling and rows of neatly arranged beds.

The sun shone through the window.

It added a bit of warmth to the space.

"Professor McGonagall should have sent me here, right? By the way, what time is it now?"

Deverot just breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I remembered that I seemed to have classes in the afternoon.

I quickly raised my hand to look.

Oh no.

I missed it.

It's almost five o'clock now.

Basically, the get out of class will be over in a while.

Deverot couldn't help but hold his forehead.

This class is a spell class, and he was looking forward to taking the senior courses.

"Well, anyway, my magic power is exhausted, so I'll take a rest first."

Thinking of this, Deverot lay down again and closed his eyes.

Boom!

There was a loud noise.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door.

Deverot sat up suddenly.

Reflexively wanted to pull out his wand.

Only then did he realize that his wand was not at his waist.

Then he heard a commotion.

Then several people rushed in.

"Professor, my hand hurts! Flint set me on fire!"

"I didn't mean to! I don't know why my wand suddenly emits green fire!"

"Okay, okay, be quiet, Poppy! Poppy! Are you there?"

I saw Ravenclaw Dean Flitwick running in with two students.

The palm of one of the students had been burned black.

It was a Gryffindor student that Deveraux knew.

Percy Weasley!

And the other person Deveraux also knew.

It was his prefect Marcus Flint.

At this time Deveraux suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a purple entry copy opportunity that he hadn't used today.

He immediately took down an entry on Professor Flitwick.

[Ding! ]

[Loading copy entry: Duelist (purple)...]

[Copy completed! 】

...

[Duelist (Purple): Possessing a strong fighting sense, he is almost invincible in a one-on-one duel! 】

...

Success!

Instantly, countless duel scenes flooded into Deveraux's mind.

Suddenly, he felt like a battle-hardened super duelist!

He was pleasantly surprised to find that.

This entry turned out to be an experience-based entry.

That is to say, he inherited Flitwick's duel experience to a large extent!

This also means...

[Ding! 】

[New spell successfully stored! ]

...

Dozens of commonly used duel spells flooded into Deveraux's mind!

Suddenly, he felt that he was terribly strong!

He immediately wanted to shoot a disarming spell!

But at this time, he found that he had no wand.

His magic power was also exhausted.

On the other side.

Hearing someone calling.

Madam Pomfrey rushed out to see the patient.

Seeing the wound on Percy's hand, her face was extremely solemn.

She immediately began to scold.

"I told the headmaster not to set up a duel club! Now, where is Filius? I just heard him calling me. He sent you here and left? He didn't even tell me what spell he was hit by? So irresponsible!"

Deverot couldn't hold back his laughter at this time.

Professor Flitwick raised his hand awkwardly.

"That... Poppy, I'm here."

Madam Pomfrey looked down.

Only then did she find Professor Flitwick standing beside her.

Her face suddenly turned red and white.

But she immediately returned to the condition.

"Oh! Thank God, Filius, you are here, tell me what spell this child was hit by, it looks like this hand is going to be useless!"

Professor Flitwick didn't care about that.

Immediately told the specific situation at that timeThe situation was explained.

"This student must have been hit by a kind of dark magic. I used several fire-extinguishing spells but none of them worked. Finally, I used the counter-spell of the Fiendfyre to succeed."

Deveraux saw it clearly.

Madam Pomfrey's face darkened three times when she heard that Percy was hit by a dark magic.

When she heard that Percy was hit by the Fiendfyre.

Her expression instantly became horrified.

"What? You actually allowed them to use dark magic in class, and... it was the Fiendfyre! Hurry! Otherwise, this hand will be lost!"

She immediately dragged Percy to the depths of the school hospital.

Deveraux estimated that it was somewhere in the operating room of Hogwarts.

"Fiendfyre?"

Looking at their backs.

Deveraux frowned.

He had only seen this kind of spell in the seventh book of the original book before.

It was a very powerful dark magic.

It could even destroy Horcruxes.

Marcus actually used it?

And it hit Percy!

Recalling that Marcus had moved so many books on dark magic from the restricted book section before.

It seems that it is not impossible.

Looking back at Professor Flitwick and the others.

At this time, Marcus was trying his best to explain to Professor Flitwick.

"Professor, I really didn't mean it. I wanted to use a fire spell at that time, but I didn't expect that kind of green flame would come out."

Facing Marcus's bitter explanation.

Professor Flitwick also sighed.

"Alas, Marcus, I believe you. The spell you chanted at that time was indeed a fire spell. I saw it clearly, so don't worry, I won't wrong you, but out of a responsible attitude, I still have to take your wand away, and you won't participate in the duel club later."

Then Flitwick tiptoed to take the wand from Marcus' waist.

Marcus, whose wand was taken away, looked a little lost.

He walked out of the school hospital with lifeless eyes.

Professor Flitwick looked at his performance and shook his head slightly.

"Professor, what is this duel club?"

Suddenly, Professor Flitwick was startled by a voice behind him.

He turned around and saw Deveraux standing behind him with a smile.

Deveraux naturally knew what a duel club was.

In the original book, Lockhart had done such a thing.

At that time, it was because Voldemort had infiltrated the school.

So Dumbledore instructed to organize such an activity.

Now it seems that it was also because of the weekend.

Dumbledore planned to put the duel club back into the curriculum.

"So it's you, Deveraux. This duel club was Professor Dumbledore's idea. In order to teach some basic combat skills, he hopes to try it out in the senior grades above the fifth grade to fully train everyone, and then let you juniors join next year in case you need to defend yourself one day, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen in the first week."

Professor Flitwick sighed again when he said this.

Deveraux listened and nodded, his eyes lit up.

As he expected.

Dumbledore is now preparing to strengthen the students' defense capabilities.

"Professor, I am also taking the fifth-year course now. Can I also join the duel club in the next class?"

Deveraux has always wanted a chance to practice.

These senior students.

Hehe, they are good practice materials.

"Well, of course, haha, but I will greet other students in advance and will not use such a heavy hand on you."

Professor Flitwick smiled and nodded in agreement.

Suddenly he looked outside the door with some vigilance.

He walked to Deveraux and whispered to him. (Actually at his chest height)