Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"Aren't you in the sixth grade? How come you have time to come and listen to the fifth grade class?"

Deveraux glanced at Wells, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Wells still maintained his usual respectful attitude, neither humble nor arrogant.

"My Lord, I can adjust all my courses for you. The rules of our school are that as long as there is no conflict in the schedule, you can audit other classes."

"Haha, really? Then tell me, what did you collect?"

Deveraux's mouth twitched slightly, and he was too lazy to guess what Wells was thinking about auditing this class.

Anyway, Professor Flitwick has announced that he will invite most of the professors to the next duel competition.

He is enthusiastically telling about his "glorious achievements", from his peak duel that year to the interesting stories in the competitions in recent years, and repeatedly talking about the old things he had participated in the duel competition before.

Deveraux was bored, so he just passed the time by listening to the so-called "intelligence" of Wells, the "servant of the dragon".

Upon hearing the order, Wells immediately sat up straight and adjusted his posture, as if reporting to a senior leader.

His seriousness made Deveraux roll his eyes.

"Please, can you keep a low profile? If I continue like this, others will only think that I am some kind of cult leader."

Deveraux complained in a low voice.

It should be said that he is now said to be the next generation of the Dark Lord.

One of the main reasons is that Wells follows him like a Death Eater every day.

He secretly thought that the curious eyes cast by the surroundings would probably make him a new condiment for the legend of the "Third Generation of the Dark Lord".

Wells was unmoved, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, I have investigated clearly. There are four players who performed well in the duel competition. Two are from Gryffindor, and one each from Slytherin and Ravenclaw."

Deverot raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning him to continue.

"First is Gryffindor. They won both the championship and the fourth place. The champion is Luke Harris, the seventh-year student council president. He was born in a mixed-blood wizard family and is almost all-round. He is an offensive and defensive player. It is said that he learned a new duel spell from Professor Flitwick, which is so powerful that the professor even considered whether to ban him from continuing to participate."

Wilson paused and continued.

"The other Gryffindor player is Percy Weasley. Although he is not as strong as Harris, he is still very stable in the application of some basic spells. However, to put it bluntly, he is a completely weakened version of Harris and is not to be feared."

"The representative of Ravenclaw is Emily Watson, who is of pure blood and is good at fire magic. She has superb skills and is a difficult type, especially in defense and counterattack."

"As for the Slytherin player, the third place winner James Nott, is also a pure-blood wizard. Although he knows some black magic, these are just trifles in front of you."

Wells reported the intelligence of the four players in one breath, with a confident and calm tone.

Deveraux nodded after listening, and roughly made a judgment in his heart.

Frankly speaking, the only one who could attract his attention among these people was Luke Harris. Especially the rare spell learned from Professor Flitwick, it is indeed worth being more cautious. As for the others... they are either not to be feared or they are old tricks that can be seen through at a glance.

"Not bad, the intelligence this time is somewhat useful." Deveraux commented in a neutral tone, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Wells, "But you don't have to be so serious, as if I am going to ascend the throne and become emperor, relax a little."

Wells smiled slightly, but did not change his attitude: "To serve you, I will naturally go all out."

"Okay, I'll remember it."

Deveraux nodded, then turned to Wells, who finally looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Hearing this, Wells' pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression instantly became extremely excited, as if this sentence ignited a certain kind of fanaticism deep in his heart.

He suddenly stretched out his arm, pulled up his sleeves, revealing his pale forearm, his face was pious and excited, and his voice was trembling with infinite admiration.

"Come on, sir! Leave your mark on me!"

This sentence was not only not deliberately lowered, but blurted out with a sonorous and powerful tone comparable to a spell, and everyone in the classroom heard it clearly.

The surroundings instantly fell into a strange silence.

Deveraux slowly looked around and clearly saw that the expressions of his classmates quickly changed from shock to fear. Those cowardly eyes seemed to have just confirmed that they were really in the core of some evil organization.

And Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the podium, was using aHe looked at this side with a confused look of "Should I call the police?"

Deveraux's scalp tingled, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This guy must be out of his mind, right? !

He must be a little sick!

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he pressed Wells's forearm and shouted in the lowest voice possible.

"Are you crazy? Shut up! Stop saying such misleading words!"

Wells looked at him fanatically, and said in a low but firm voice.

"My lord, this oath must be made public to be more ceremonial."

Deveraux's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and whispered back.

"If you talk too much, I will really give you a mark - it's just a "stupid" word carved on your forehead!"

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After the spell class

Deveraux cast an illusion spell and easily got rid of Wells's sight, preventing this guy from following him.

"This bastard! My wonderful campus life was ruined by him!"

He complained in a low voice with gritted teeth, and walked quickly to the next class.

The next class was Herbology.

After obtaining the golden entry [Alchemy Master], Deveraux tasted the huge sweetness of experience-based entries.

These entries can directly supplement the knowledge reserve, which is much more efficient than slowly accumulating by talent alone.

However, most golden entries are not experience-based, because the talents they bring are too powerful, and it takes a long time to truly realize these potentials.

For example, wizards like Dumbledore who have lived for more than a hundred years can fully exert their golden talents.

Even middle-aged wizards like Snape or Professor McGonagall who are at their peak need more years to settle down.

However, Deveraux already had a plan.

Instead of waiting, it is better to start with ready-made resources-such as their Herbology professor, Professor Sprout.

Although she does not have a golden entry, she has a purple [Herb Talent] entry.

For professor-level characters, this purple entry is most likely experience-based.

If he can get it, it will definitely be a great help to his attainments in the field of potions.

With this in mind, he walked through the castle, passed the vegetable garden, and headed towards the greenhouse.

There were all kinds of magical plants planted there, and it was where they were going to have class today.

It was where they were going to have class today.

(Three more! Two more!)