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"What's going on?"

"Why is Alexander motionless?"

"Yes, Wells just jumped onto the table."

"Is it because Alexander has a high level of black magic?"

"Ah! Has he reached this level?"

...

Not long after, the rumor that Deveraux's "black magic attainments surpassed the professor" spread in the classroom.

The students talked and discussed heatedly.

And Mesphilos's originally stiff expression was gradually replaced by an interested smile.

He walked towards Deveraux.

He looked at Deveraux carefully.

Deveraux was a little nervous.

He didn't know what the other party would want to do.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Mesphilos' eyes.

Suddenly, his face showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh, that's it!"

He smiled, with a bit of admiration in his tone.

"This Alexander is really interesting. He can master such a profound brain-blocking technique at this age!"

The whole audience was shocked when this was said.

"Oh my God! I heard that brain-blocking technique is an extremely unpopular magic that can prevent the outside world from invading the mind!"

"No way! Deveraux has even reached the pinnacle of this defensive technique? It's so terrifying!"

"Wait... does that mean that our privacy can't be protected at all in front of him?!"

"No, no! Dark Lord, don't look at me! There's nothing to read in my thoughts!"

The students talked more and more outrageously, as if they had imagined Deveraux to be an omnipotent magic master.

However, Deveraux was confused. He looked at these neurotic classmates speechlessly, and complained in his heart.

What else can you have in your brain besides the knowledge reserve of yellow waste and half a bottle of water?

But then again, I haven't even practiced brain-blocking technique for a day?

But the next second Deveraux recalled that he seemed to have an entry for [Traveler].

It says that his memory is protected by a great being.

Uh.

But isn't this so-called soul magic playing tricks on the soul?

Is it related to Occlumency?

Wells, a follower of Deverot, raised his hand to ask a question.

"Professor, didn't you say that soul magic has no corresponding counter-curse or defense? Then why does Occlumency resist desire magic?"

Mesphilos smiled slightly, his tone confident and determined:

"Good question. Yes, soul magic does not have a direct way to remove the curse, and usually can only rely on the will of the caster to resist. But Occlumency is a special exception."

He paused and continued to explain.

"The power of Occlumency is not that it can directly resist soul magic, but that it can train wizards' ability to 'separate mind and body'. Even if there is a strong desire in the heart, the body can remain calm uncontrollably. This kind of training can weaken the effect of soul magic to a certain extent."

Hearing this, the students began to show great interest in Occlumency, but Mesphilos continued:

"However, as I said before, this is only a stopgap measure, just like using 'Spell Stop' to control the 'Imperial Curse', the effect is very limited."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing the students' enthusiasm for learning.

However, the rumors about Deveraux's "gift" became more deeply rooted.

"That is to say... Alexander's Occlumency is so powerful that he can resist the teacher's spell with the power of one finger!!!"

Hearing this, many students took a breath of cold air.

Deveraux's mouth twitched wildly as he listened to the increasingly outrageous rumors.

But Mesphilos actually nodded.

Look at Deveraux again.

"That's right. I heard that Professor Snape of Hogwarts is the best in Occlumency in England, but I didn't expect that there are students who can match him. Maybe it's because this is Scotland."

This cold joke completely made the classroom fall into silence.

The students who were originally discussing Deveraux's magic level fell silent.

Look at Mesphilos.

Wells pulled his robe and muttered softly: "Hiss... It's so cold."

Deveraux laughed dryly twice and tried to look away.

He knew very well that he was not able to resist the magic of desire because of the brain occlumency.

"Then what is working? The entry? Or something else?"

Mesphilos didn't seem to care that no one appreciated his humor. He laughed a few times, turned around and walked back to the podium, and continued to explain the principles of the magic of desire.

Deveraux was a little embarrassed for him.

This American teacher still has a bit of the strange sense of humor that is unique to that country.Then Mesphilos continued to talk about the formation mechanism of desire magic.

He even listed the chain of action for them.

Devero felt that this teacher didn't want to teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Instead, he wanted to teach them dark magic directly!

Of course, Devero was very fascinated.

I don't know why this teacher seems to be like this when teaching.

There is an inexplicable attraction.

The students seemed to be very obsessed.

No one whispered.

When the teacher finally said the get out of class was over.

The students woke up from a dream.

It was like a very long dream.

They were reluctant to leave when they got up.

When Devero left.

He glanced at Professor Mesphilos.

He found that he was also in the stands.

He saw him turn around.

The professor smiled heartily and waved goodbye to him.

After everyone left.

Mesphilos returned to the office.

His entire office exudes a strong Egyptian style.

It's like an Egyptian tomb.

The walls of the office are no longer the typical stone bricks of Hogwarts, but have been transformed into sandstone with a light golden glow.

The central floor is a huge sand painting, with patterns symbolizing the Nile River and the cycle of life and death.

There are several tall black candles around the sand painting, the flames are dark green, flickering with a faint spiritual light.

An Egyptian-style carpet is placed near the door.

Mesphilos sat on it slowly.

He muttered.

"Albus, your students are also very interesting. My soul-sucking has no effect. It seems that teaching here is a good choice."

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Deverot left the crowd and walked alone on the corridor of Hogwarts.

His course schedule is inconsistent with that of the sixth grade, so naturally he will not continue to take classes with those classmates.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that there are almost no people within three meters around him.

After this class, the rumor that Deveraux was the third generation Dark Lord was almost confirmed.

He took out the class schedule and took a look. The next class was actually the History of Magic.

"History of Magic..."

Deveraux sighed and was completely deflated.

For him, this kind of class was really boring, as if it was designed to kill time.

He continued walking, thinking about how to get through this boring hour and a half.

Suddenly, a figure came towards him quickly from the front.

Malfoy!

Draco Malfoy seemed very hurried at this time, as if he had something urgent to do.

His face was pale, even more bloodless than usual, his eyes were evasive, and he looked uneasy.

The two of them briefly met each other's eyes, and Malfoy's expression froze instantly, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Why does this guy look like he has seen a ghost?"

Deveraux muttered to himself and stopped.

Malfoy seemed to realize that he was being watched, and he quickly lowered his head and quickened his pace, almost trotting past Deveraux's shoulder and disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Deveraux frowned slightly, looked back at the direction he left, and muttered to himself:

"Was he going in the wrong direction?"

However, Deveraux didn't think much about it and continued to walk towards the History of Magic classroom.

He thought about doing the Transfiguration homework in a while.

On the other side, Malfoy ran to a hidden corner where no one was.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, panting, as if the whole person would collapse at any time.

But he looked a little excited.

He trembled and opened his schoolbag, his fingers almost uncontrollable. He lowered his head, and his voice trembled like a fully stretched string:

"I'll be there soon... soon... I'll find you a place soon..."

(First update!)