Chapter 142

Friday.

night.

[Current exploration level of the secret realm: 45.6%]

Devereaux looked at the exploration speed dancing on the panel.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

But it was quickly suppressed.

At this time, he was in one of the most mysterious places in Hogwarts - the principal's office.

He sat alone in front of Dumbledore's large desk, which was filled with all kinds of weird alchemical tools.

The silver rotating instrument emits a soft blue light, and a metal hourglass is suspended in mid-air, with the sand grains rolling quietly as gravity completely fails.

A circle of portraits of past principals hangs on the wall of the office. Some of them are sleeping, some are secretly glancing at Devereux, and some even whisper to him.

It's not easy to stay calm under these circumstances, but Devereux is used to it.

He looked around, and his only regret was that he did not see the legendary Phoenix Fox. It seemed that it was not in the room. Instead, there was a blazing brazier. The flames reflected on the wall, making the whole room appear brighter.

"I didn't expect there was an unexpected gain! I entered the principal's office, which is the most difficult to enter, so easily. Now there are only two lounges and Slytherin's secret room left to explore in Hogwarts Castle. Done. After them, it’s the round at the bottom of the Black Lake and the Forbidden Forest.”

In fact, Devereaux has turned Hogwarts upside down during this time.

Whether it was a secret passage, a tower rarely visited by anyone, or a bathroom where members of the opposite sex were not allowed to enter, he set foot on them all quietly.

Of course, these expeditions were conducted late at night to avoid alerting anyone.

What troubled him the most right now was Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

The only way to enter the chamber is to use Parsnip, a skill that Devereaux has yet to master.

However, he glanced at his system panel and had an idea.

"Now that I have loaded the entry for [Linguist], it shouldn't be difficult to learn the language of snakes. As long as I can open the door, the rest will be the basilisk."

Thinking of this, he tapped his fingers lightly on the table, showing a confident smile.

Although the basilisk is feared by people, Devereaux's confidence comes from his long-term preparation for battle.

"With the intuition brought by the [Hunter] entry, and the enhanced melee capability of the troll gloves, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with a basilisk."

As for how Devereaux got into the principal's office?

Yes, he finally decided to tell Dumbledore about the prophecy.

This was not a rash decision, but the result of repeated weighing.

Devereux knew that Dumbledore might not easily believe his prediction, but he had already prepared a way to force the wise principal to face his statement - the Pensieve.

Yes, through the pensieve, he could directly show Dumbledore the scenes he saw in the future.

Then, whether he chooses to believe it or remain skeptical, he will at least be prepared for it.

Even if the conversation itself might have been part of a prophecy, Devereux has no qualms about it.

At least he did his best and left the rest to fate.

"So, what you're saying is that you're a seer with second sight and saw that Hogwarts, Diagon Alley and St. Mungo's were about to be attacked, so you want us to be prepared, right?"

Dumbledore's voice came from the stairs behind Devereaux, his tone calm and focused.

As the words fell, Dumbledore slowly walked behind the desk and sat down, staring at Devereaux through his half-moon glasses with his blue eyes.

Devereaux took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, sir. I know this sounds ridiculous, but I'm prepared. As far as I know, you have a special magical object in your hand - a pensieve. It allows you to see directly what I see. "

When Dumbledore heard this, his expression did not fluctuate at all. He still had that wise smile and nodded.

"First of all, I have to correct you, Devereux. I don't think what you said is ridiculous. In fact, since meeting you, I have discovered that many things in this world are far beyond the norm."

Dumbledore's voice was gentle and firm, but when he said this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

He sighed in his heart that this young man was indeed extraordinary.

At the age of eleven, he could invent potions, rewrite the purpose of the Transfiguration Spell, learn spells instantly, and even use the Death Curse to unattainable heights.

Any one of these achievements alone would be enough to shock the entire magical world, and now they are all focused on the young man in front of him.

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"But if we can really see the scene in your prediction, it will be extremely helpful to prepare for the upcoming disaster. As for the pensieve you mentioned, it is indeed an asset of Hogwarts and can help us see Your memory or visual image but—"

Dumbledore changed the subject, looking a little regretful, and shook his head.

"You are very special, Devereaux. You may not know that since you entered school, any magic that peeks into your memory has been disabled. Including the Pensieve."

When he said this, he raised his head and looked deeply at Devereux, with a complicated meaning in his blue eyes.

"In other words, we cannot read your memories at all. This is not only because of the limitations of external forces, but even you yourself cannot truly display them."

Deverot frowned slightly.

He knew very well that his [Traveler] entry could indeed block all abilities to detect memory.

Dumbledore's judgment was not wrong. However, he did not intend to give up easily.

"What if I volunteered to provide my memory? Would it be different?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, his tone still calm:

"Deverot, I have to say that this restriction does not depend on your subjective will. Even you cannot fully control it."

Deverot looked at the headmaster's slightly shaking head, and a trace of unwillingness rose in his heart.

He thought for a moment, and finally decided to give it a try.

He stood up and said firmly:

"Professor, no matter what the result is, I think we should give it a try. Maybe it will succeed this time."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a smile of approval.

"In that case, let's give it a try."

He stood up from his seat.

With a wave of his arm.

Suddenly, a wide, flat and hollow stone basin appeared in front of Deverot.

Runes and symbols were carved on the edge of the basin.

A silver substance floated in the basin, like a liquid and a gas, like a flowing light.

It kept spinning, as if pushed by an invisible breeze.

"Try it, child."

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