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The old man outside the door smiled and said, "Hello, kid. I'm Hector Granger. I'm here to visit Professor Snape."

His tone was gentle and his eyes were kind, but there was a hint of surprise in his slightly sharp eyes, as if he was a little surprised by Deveraux's appearance.

"Hello, sir," Deveraux responded politely, "Maybe you're a little early. The professor hasn't arrived yet. You need to wait a moment."

"It's okay," Granger nodded gently, with a decent smile on his lips. "In fact, I want to take this opportunity to take a look at the laboratory of this potion master alone, so I chose this time. I wonder if it's convenient for me to go in and take a look?"

Deveraux looked at Granger. The old man's gestures revealed an elegance that was hard to ignore. His tone was humble, but steady, and every word seemed to be carefully considered. His words and deeds were full of the style of an old-fashioned English gentleman.

Thinking of this, combined with the other party's age, Deveraux felt relieved: Perhaps, this is what a traditional gentleman should look like.

"Of course, please come in." Deveraux immediately stepped aside to make room

for him to come in.

Granger nodded slightly and walked into the laboratory briskly.

His eyes were like a connoisseur, quickly looking around, his eyes stayed for a moment in every corner, as if he was trying to capture every breath here.

He gave a very high evaluation.

"It is very close to my impression of Professor Snape, rigorous, focused, and pursuing perfection."

Deveraux's mouth twitched after hearing Granger's somewhat exaggerated remarks.

Although he was complaining in his heart, Deveraux still stepped forward and took the initiative to move an old wooden chair that Snape usually sat on and placed it in the center of the laboratory.

"Sir, please sit down."

Granger gently brushed the seat of the chair (although it was not dirty), and then sat down steadily.

He raised his head slightly, still maintaining that calm smile.

"Thank you, young man. Actually, I am not so picky about places outside the laboratory, but, you know, for a pharmacist, the laboratory is more important than his bedroom."

Deveraux nodded perfunctorily.

Thought to himself.

"Then you came here alone just now, didn't you want to enter Snape's bedroom?"

Granger turned around and his gentle eyes fell on Deveraux again.

He asked in a leisurely tone.

"My classmate, are you Professor Snape's...assistant?"

Deveraux nodded.

"Yes, sir, to be precise, I am Professor Snape's potion apprentice."

Hearing the word "potion apprentice", Granger raised his eyebrows slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

The wrinkles on his forehead piled deeper, as if even the subtle changes in his expression carried the unique sophistication of a gentleman.

"Oh? Potion apprentice? Haha, it's true!"

His voice was a little emotional.

"I said that Professor Snape, as an outstanding potion scientist and educator, can achieve today's achievements, which must be inseparable from this retro way of inheritance. This reminds me that when I was studying ferns under my mentor..."

His words gradually became distant, as if he was pulled back to the past by a wave of memories.

Deveraux glanced at him, and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

He admitted that he was a potion scientist.

As a [Potion Genius], Snape's professional ability in this area is indeed beyond reproach.

But this outstanding educator...

Deveraux really wanted to ask this old man if there were no children in his family attending Hogwarts?

Otherwise, how could he come to such an absurd conclusion?

It was not until a moment later that he pulled himself out of those vague memories and cast his eyes on Deveraux again.

"By the way, child,"

Granger asked with a smile.

"You shouldn't be that old, right?"

"Yes, sir, I'm eleven years old and a first-year student at Hogwarts."

Deveraux answered truthfully.

"Eleven years old..."

Granger nodded, with a bit of praise in his tone.

"As expected of him! Professor Snape is not only accomplished in the field of potions, but also understands the construction of talent echelons. After training an apprentice with extraordinary talents, he still spares no effort to focus on the growth of the next generation! How lucky it would be if such a person could be used by our association."

Deveraux was speechless.

He just felt that the old man was talking nonsense.

Talent echelon?

According to Snape's education method.

It's better to export his enemies to the magic world every year.

As for what association he was talking about, Deveraux didn't take it to heart at all.

He guessed that it was probably Snape.It was just a private interest organization of an old friend, nothing to delve into.

But time waits for no one, Deveraux looked at the wall clock and found that there was not much time left before the astronomy class started.

He did not want to be late for the first class, so he said politely:

"Sorry, sir, I still have work to do. If you are willing to continue the tour, please feel free. I really have to excuse myself."

After that, Deveraux bowed slightly and saluted, showing his proper manners.

Granger waved his hand and nodded with a smile.

"It's okay, kid. I can just see how your laboratory is doing. Don't be shy, just pretend I don't exist."

Deveraux nodded and said nothing more.

He thought to himself.

Anyway, the existence of this old man has no effect on me, just concentrate on my work.

So he walked straight to the workbench and started to get busy, preparing materials while checking the progress of brewing potions.

Granger, like an old gentleman who loves to talk, sat on a wooden chair and chattered about the glorious days of the past.

"You know, in the 19th century, the entire magic world was still in the dark ages, and many fields had not yet been explored. How free the research was at that time! But later, as I took the lead in formulating frameworks and standards, everything became a little boring..."

His voice was sometimes low and sometimes full of emotion, but Deveraux didn't listen at all.

He was fully focused on the work at hand, and his mind was only thinking about finishing it as soon as possible so that he could rush to the astronomy tower, and didn't want to miss the first astronomy class because of delay.

Deveraux raised his sleeve and glanced at his watch, and found that there was less than half an hour left before the astronomy class.

And I don't know why today.

Snape was also unusually late.

Normally, he should have arrived long ago.

He frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but didn't think much about it.

He quickly took out a can of krait fangs from the storage cabinet, carefully placed them on the workbench, and quickly confirmed the position of other materials to ensure that there would be no mistakes in the following transfiguration.

After checking, he walked to the cauldron and prepared to light the fire to boil this batch of polyjuice potion.

At this time, Granger was still chattering beside him, talking about some interesting things about his research on potions when he was young.

Deveraux had no interest in these old stories and just said perfunctorily.

"Yes, sir, it is really beneficial."

Then, he ignored Granger and raised his wrist.

A flame directly ignited the fire.

Then he pointed his wand directly at the cauldron.

"Clear spring like water!"

The cauldron was immediately filled with water.

He then poured the krait fangs into it all at once, making a crisp sound of impact, and then neatly covered the pot, as if everything was under control.

After completing this step, Deveraux went straight to the sink to wash his hands.

His movements were skillful and quick, and it was obvious that this was a familiar process for him.

After washing his hands, he took off his dragon skin apron, hung it up, and sorted out other items on the laboratory table.

In order not to delay Snape's next experiment, he wrote a note, briefly explaining the reason for his departure, and planned to leave for class.

However, while he was busy, he didn't notice Granger behind him at all.

When the coral snake fangs were poured into the pot, the old man's casual chatter suddenly stopped.

Instead, there was a deep and sharp look.

His eyes were fixed on every move of Deveraux, and his expression was less gentle and more severe.

He sat there without saying a word until Deveraux finally packed up and turned to say goodbye to him, then he slowly spoke.

"Mr. Granger, I have classes tonight. Sorry I can't accompany you any longer."

Deveraux's tone was still polite, but there was a hint of urgency.

He didn't want to be late.

However, Granger's reaction surprised him.

The old man looked at him coldly, the smile on his face had disappeared without a trace, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

He nodded slightly, but said in a cold tone.

"Go, kid, go to your class. But..."

Deveraux was about to turn around, and his footsteps paused, only to hear Granger's voice again, colder than before.

"I thought Professor Snape would pay more attention to the basic training of potion apprentices. I didn't expect... to allow such a process to appear in his laboratory."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at him, frowning slightly, not understanding what the other party meant.

Granger stood up, with his hands behind his back, like a strict mentor examining an unqualified student.

He spoke in a calm tone, but with strong dissatisfaction.

"What you did just now was ridiculous. If you were my apprentice, just that move would be enough to get you expelled!"

(Two more updates! There will be three more during the day!)