Chapter 132

Ah Fu immediately bowed deeply, the tip of his nose almost touching the floor.

"As you command, sir!"

In less than a minute, Ah Fu brought the hot oatmeal to the table on a silver plate.

Devereux took it and stirred the porridge casually, but as if he remembered something, he raised his head and asked.

"By the way, Afu, has there been anything strange or suspicious in the castle recently?"

Ah Fu hugged the tray, his ears twitched, and his green eyes flashed as he answered.

"Recently, there's nothing special. It's just that rats are annoying, always chewing up food, and we can't get rid of them with magic. And..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the silver plate in his hand and smashed it on his head.

"Bad Afu! Bad Afu! Even the mice can't be dealt with!"

"Stop!"

Devereaux immediately pulled out his wand and pressed it against Afu's tray.

"I don't care if you like to punish yourself, but finish your words first! What else is there?"

Ah Fu's nose was bleeding and he was sobbing as he answered.

"Also... there is a professor who has always been unwilling to eat food from the cafeteria. Even if we specially sent it, he refused... Ah! Bad Afu! He can't even make food that satisfies the professor!"

After saying that, he raised the tray again and wanted to continue hitting his head.

Devero helplessly blocked it with his hands and frowned.

"That's enough, Afu! I thank you for the information, but I order you not to punish yourself for these things, do you hear me?"

Ah Fu bowed deeply again in an instant, this time his nose completely touched the floor.

"Ah! You are so magnanimous, Ah Fu is really..."

Before he finished speaking, tears fell from his tennis ball-sized eyes.

Devereux's mouth twitched and he quickly waved his hand.

"Okay, okay, go back quickly."

Afu bowed to Devereux again with tears in his eyes and hurried to the depths of the kitchen.

Devereaux couldn't help but raise his forehead.

These house elves really treat students like them well.

But sometimes it’s too humble.

Even the most basic communication is not possible.

Devereaux sipped oatmeal with milk.

While thinking about the information Ah Fu brought him just now.

To be honest, teachers who don’t come to dinner are easy to guess.

Must be the professor of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

After all, he didn't look normal.

Now even if he doesn't eat, Devereaux doesn't think it's a big deal.

As for the mouse problem, Devereaux took a sip of porridge and made secret calculations.

"Next time you have free time, let's research a spell for these elves to deal with mice."

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, he put down his spoon, breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his belly, got up and went back to rest.

——

The next day.

After putting the troll glove into the mouth of Al who looked reluctant.

Devereaux began the final session of the week.

Charms class.

This time Wells did not show his loyalty to Devereaux again.

Of course, it also depends on Devereux's previous threat to carve words on his forehead.

During this class Flitwick taught them some techniques about silent spells.

Devereaux also gained something.

After finishing the morning spells class.

Devereaux finally celebrated his first weekend at Hogwarts without an incident and a stay in the hospital... sort of.

Had lunch with Adrian and the Gryffindor trio.

Adrian told them that Manchester United recently won its first European championship since 68 years.

But Hermione and Ron weren't interested at all.

In the process, Adrian has always wanted to develop Harry into a Manchester United fan.

But it was all handled perfunctorily by Harry.

Quidditch is obviously more interesting to him than football.

And Ron also had the same attitude.

Hermione, on the other hand, was completely uninterested in these sports.

After eating.

Devereux said to Adrian with a smile.

"I have a feeling that within two seasons, your home team will win the league championship."

Adrian's eyes lit up when he heard this.

But he just took Devereaux's words as a joke.

so he said.

"Huh? After two seasons, I have a hunch that we can win the championship this season!"

The corners of Devereaux's lips curled up slightly.

"Believe me, after two seasons, I am actually a prophet."

Adrien rolled his eyes at him.

A few of them walked out of the cafeteria talking and laughing.

Just then.

Suddenly they saw the Weasley twins running towards them.

What was even more shocking was that Fred was spewing out nosebleeds like an out-of-control faucet, and his blood-stained face looked extremely pale.

His steps staggered a little, obviously due to lack of physical strength.

"Come and help! Fred is dying!"

George shouted towards them with a look of panic on his face.

Devereaux stepped forward quickly.

He took out his wand and tried to use a hemostatic spell to help Fred stabilize the situation first.

Unexpectedly, his spell was useless.

Fred was still bleeding profusely!

Devereux asked George hastily.

"What's going on? What did you do?"

George was so anxious that he almost cried.

"I...we...were working on the tool you mentioned before, which is easy to carry, fast-acting, and controllable for skipping classes. But I didn't expect that Fred would become like this as soon as he took it!"

Devereaux's mouth twitched.

Controllable?

Even my healing spells have no effect! ?

"This situation must be treated with magic medicine! Get out of the way!"

Devereaux was quick to judge.

Tell everyone else to get out of the way.

Then he waved his wand.

"Shidun is dispatched!"

Suddenly the sound of horse hooves sounded violently in the castle.

despair! despair! despair! despair...

Devereux's pony was seen galloping towards him.

Devereaux turned around and poked Fred.

He floated.

Then the foal arrived.

Devereux mounted.

At the same time, he pulled George onto the horse with a tug of his hand.

"Come with me and tell Madam Pomfrey exactly what you ate!"

Then he squeezed the foal between his legs and ran towards the school doctor's office.

Several other people quickly walked in the same direction.

None of them noticed Professor McGonagall who was walking towards the cafeteria with a father and daughter.

Mag saw Devereux riding a pony on the school road again.

Yell at him.

"Devereaux Alexander! Next semester I will definitely issue a school rule prohibiting riding horses on school roads!!!"

And the daughter of the father and daughter following her.

Watching Devi de Vero ride a horse, wave his wand, and run away with a bleeding man.

Show a surprised smile.

"Dad, is this what Hogwarts is like?"

she asked her father.

At this time, Professor McGonagall, who was watching Devereaux running away, shook his head helplessly.

Looking back at the little girl.

"Oh, dear, I promise it wasn't like this when I went to school, but Hogwarts is always full of unexpected things, and that's its charm. Come on, let's go eat first."

(Third update!!)