Chapter 130

Snape's sharp eyes were like nails on Devereaux, and his tone left no room for doubt.

"Of course, do you think I won't notice? Also, the cabbage should be thrown away a day ago. Do you need me to remind you of this basic common sense?"

"Oh oh oh, this, um, I'll throw it away tomorrow."

Devereaux scratched his head and smiled thankfully.

It turned out that Snape didn't notice this.

He was talking about the time he stole a troll's finger to make alchemy.

When Snape heard this, his brows furrowed deeper and his tone was cold.

"No, I've already taken care of it today. But don't think about changing the subject - what did you do with the troll's fingers?"

Devereux secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy in his heart.

It turns out that I wasn’t talking about scolding the sponsor’s father. Fortunately, I was lucky.

He calmed down and began to talk seriously.

"Oh, um, I took it to refine the 'stinky agent'."

Snape narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

"Stink agent?"

"Yes, stink potion. This potion requires the fingers of a troll."

Devereaux lied with a straight face and emphasized his words to appear reasonable.

Of course he is not talking nonsense without basis.

This potion does require this ingredient.

Snape's brows furrowed even more.

"What are you doing with this potion?"

Devereux almost blurted out: "Self-defense."

This is true.

Hearing this answer, Snape was slightly surprised, but after thinking about it, combined with Devereux's various "adventures" and ability to cause trouble since he entered school, he felt that this excuse seemed quite reasonable.

"Okay,"

Snape waved his hand, although his tone was still cold, but there was a hint of helplessness.

"Remember to pay attention to safety and don't make the whole castle stink. Then you will need me to clean up the mess for you."

Devereux nodded repeatedly, smiling in agreement.

"Don't worry, I will be careful."

Devereaux turned around and began to prepare the wolfsbane potion.

He carefully sorted out all the materials to make sure there were no omissions or errors before lighting the pot.

Just as he was concentrating on the preparations in the pot, Snape suddenly spoke, with a hint of guidance in his tone.

"There is no need to rush to make a finished product this time. After completing the last Wolfsbane potion, I discovered a problem - the potion cannot be stored for a long time. So this time, you only need to brew a semi-finished product. Wait until Saturday, the first A werewolf will come over and complete the final steps at that time, so that they can drink the freshest potion directly. "

After hearing this, Devereaux nodded quickly, and then adjusted the order and duration of the transformation spells at hand.

After confirming that it was correct, he took out his wand and whispered softly.

"Clear spring like water!"

Water immediately flowed from the tip of the wand and quickly filled the bottom of the pot.

Immediately afterwards, Devereaux carefully poured the fresh Sirius grass into the pot, slowly releasing the essence of the herb as the water boiled.

Seeing the busy operation in the pot, he nodded with satisfaction.

Thanks to the assistance of the Transformation Spell, his work efficiency has improved a lot, and heavy physical work has become a breeze.

While the potion was brewing, Devereaux turned around, washed his hands, and began to clean up the workbench.

He planned to use this free time to go to Snape's storeroom to put the finishing touches on the day.

Check the inventory of herbal medicines and record the discrepancies and inflows.

When Devereux was packing up the tools at hand and preparing to end the day's work, Snape suddenly spoke.

"Devereux."

His hand suddenly paused, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

hiss! Snape had never called him that.

Usually I either give a cold "Idiot" or a casual "Hey!"

You actually called his name directly today?

Has the sun risen from the west?

Devereaux turned stiffly and asked cautiously.

"Professor, do you have any other instructions?"

Snape still looked down at the experimental notes in his hand, holding the corners of the pages with one hand.

His movements seemed a little... awkward?

Even a little nervous?

What's even more strange is that Snape didn't look at Devereux, but stared at the note, as if it contained some unsolvable secret.

Finally, Snape spoke, his tone low but unnatural.

"That...the transformation spell arrangement for brewing the potion you mentioned before. My spell execution is very mechanical and cannot reach your level of flexibility. What's going on?"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have lost most of his strength, and even the hand holding the quill seemed a little unsteady.

Devereaux froze.

Snape was asking him for advice?

This scene was so ridiculous that he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare...

Snape, who was always as arrogant as an iceberg, would actually bow to him?

But after thinking about it, it makes sense.

The fully automatic method of brewing potions that I designed does rely on a large number of advanced techniques of activation of transfiguration, which is one of the most complex branches in the field of transfiguration.

Even Snape couldn't be completely proficient in this area.

Devereaux raised his eyebrows, and finally, after considering his future treatment, he pulled out his wand, respectfully stepped forward and began to explain.

This time, his attitude was particularly serious, his tone was calm, but he was confident.

He carefully dismantled the working principle of the transformation spell, and even demonstrated it several times.

The whole process had a strange atmosphere.

Snape was still cold and solemn, but his nods from time to time revealed his concentration.

Deveraux was young, but he looked calm and sophisticated. For a moment, it was hard to tell who was the teacher and who was the student.

He was indeed a half-blood prince who could create his own spells.

In less than ten minutes, Snape understood this complex spell.

He raised his wand and pointed it at a pot of potion, casting a transfiguration spell.

The liquid in the pot began to flow flexibly, and the materials were absorbed in a very precise order. The whole process was more clever than mechanical operation.

Snape retracted his wand with satisfaction, his tone cold.

"It still takes practice, I know."

Deveraux shrugged and smiled.

"Of course, practice makes perfect, professor."

After that, he turned around to pack up and prepared to leave.

Just as he took two steps, Snape suddenly called him.

"Deveraux."

He looked back, not sure if he was dazzled.

He actually felt that Snape's face was a little embarrassed?

Snape raised his head, and seemed to have struggled for a while before he spoke.

"About this spell... you did OK."

This thank you made Deveraux stunned for a moment, but before he could respond, Snape hesitated again, looking directly into Deveraux's eyes, as if he wanted to convey some complex emotions.

"In this respect, you are very similar to your father."

As soon as the voice fell, Snape quickly lowered his head, sat back in his chair, and buried himself in his experimental notes again, as if the words just now had never existed.

Deveraux stood there for a moment, with a slight smile on his lips.

He said nothing, turned around and walked out of the laboratory, and the door closed gently behind him.

(One update! On weekdays, I guarantee three updates at least, try to update four, and update five when I am lucky. Thank you for your support!)