Spells Learned in an Instant? Preparing to Face Voldemort!

"Devero? Devero? Wake up! Why are you sleeping here?"

A voice drifted over.

He felt his body being nudged.

Devero struggled to open his eyes.

He saw a tall, burly boy looking at him with a face full of concern.

It was the Slytherin prefect, Marcus.

"Sorry, Marcus, I was studying too late last night... What time is it now?"

Devero wiped his face.

He stood up from the sofa, his face etched with exhaustion.

"Eight-thirty. If you head to the Great Hall now, you should still be able to grab breakfast before class."

Seeing Devero up, Marcus felt relieved.

"You'd better get some more rest. Being top of the year isn't something you achieve by pulling all-nighters. If you catch a cold, your grades will only suffer more."

As his senior, Marcus offered this sincere advice.

He then left the common room to head to class.

There was hardly anyone in the common room at this hour.

With classes about to start, most had already gone to the Great Hall.

Devero felt completely drained.

What he had done yesterday was far more exhilarating than studying any textbook.

"Ravenclaw's relic..."

Devero recalled the information he had seen before drifting into his dream yesterday.

He already had a guess in his mind.

It was highly likely that because Voldemort's Horcrux had spent so much time with the founder's relic, it had been influenced by the founder to a certain extent.

At the same time, it was also capable of using the founder's magic to some degree.

As he thought this, Devero touched the silk scarf tucked against his chest.

A spell and a message surfaced in his mind.

[Spell Library: Disillusionment Charm (Proficient)]

"Little one, to make it easier for you to come here, I'll teach you this spell for free. If there's anything else you want to learn in the future, you can come to me. I know it all. But a word of advice: wisdom cannot be bestowed; it can only come from your own practice."

Devero picked up his wand.

He hesitated for a moment.

Then, he waved it over his head.

Suddenly, it felt as if an egg had been cracked open above him.

A thick, transparent liquid flowed over his entire body.

He looked at the dressing mirror hanging in the common room.

One could say that if you didn't look closely, you really couldn't see him at all!

However, after observing for a long time, one could still sense a slight feeling of dissonance.

But since Devero was currently only using this spell at night, it shouldn't have much of an impact.

"To think it can even instill spells directly into my brain—is this the effect of the Wilderness of Knowledge? It can teach anything..."

Devero frowned as he pondered this question.

To be honest, he didn't even believe that Dumbledore knew everything.

But this young version of Voldemort had been able to identify the origin of his Zen Meditation Method at a single glance!

This truly forced Devero to believe that this person was the real deal.

At the same time, considering all the circumstances and his attitude...

Whether this Voldemort remained an enemy was hard to say.

It was difficult to determine.

Moreover, he could receive free spell instruction.

Devero decided not to tell Dumbledore about this matter for the time being.

He would also refrain from visiting him in the short term.

He needed to accumulate some strength first.

Although he could not be mind-read, if he were hit by a Killing Curse, the result would be no different from anyone else's.

He did not have the Protection of Love that Harry possessed.

Wait!

He had indeed copied the entry for Harry's Protection of Love before!

Devero immediately opened his Entry Library.

[Protection of Love (Gold/Disabled)]

Sigh.

If he could find his blood relatives, he would basically have some confidence when facing this Voldemort.

Devero pondered for a moment.

He felt that he must still have blood relatives somewhere.

After all, his parents were from different countries; it was impossible for them all to be dead, right?

And if he wanted to find them, the only clue would be... Snape!

Devero couldn't help but want to cover his face with his hand.

Damn it!

Why did this guy have to be the one holding this important information?

Devero paced in front of the fireplace.

In short, the current plan was to wheedle the clues about his blood relatives out of Snape.

After that, he would go find this relative.

Then, he would activate the Protection of Love.

Finally, he could return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to fleece this Voldemort.

Plan successful!

Having figured this out, Devero turned his attention to other matters.

After yesterday's series of operations, the current exploration progress of the castle had increased rapidly!

[Current Wizard Secret Realm: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry]

[Exploration Progress: 9.81%]

However, this progress still made Devero feel a bit of a headache.

After going through so much trouble, he had only accumulated less than ten percent.

Compared to the previous Diagon Alley, which was filled to the brim, it was nothing, let alone compared to the train station.

And now, the loading cooldown for the purple entry had ended.

He had to think about whose entry to load.

Currently, there was no one whose purple entry was urgently needed.

He would just copy whoever he bumped into during class later.

Thinking of this, Devero pulled himself together.

He went to the washroom in the common room, intending to freshen up before heading to class.

He skipped breakfast.

After tidying up briefly.

Devero stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom just as the bell rang.

Although he had only been here for two days.

Devero had already figured out the main layout of the castle.

Naturally, this was in preparation for deeper exploration of the castle later on.

Thus, Devero did not yet have a single record of being late.

Harry and Ron, however, already had two.

But this time.

Devero regretted being on time for class for the first time.

The smell in Quirrell's classroom was truly unbearable.

The entire room was filled with a lingering scent of garlic.

Devero felt like he was suffocating just by staying there.

He had a premonition.

This class would become his least favorite, second only to Potions Class.

Devero wanted to find a seat as far back as possible.

Because the smell was noticeably weaker there.

But unfortunately, he had arrived too late, and there were no seats left.

He had no choice but to tearfully sit in the front row.

Quirrell walked into the classroom carrying two books.

He began to lecture in a soft, stuttering voice.

"Hello everyone, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell. You may simply call me Professor Quirrell. Now, everyone take out..."

Devero immediately observed his panel.

[Name: Quirinus Quirrell]

[Age: 33]

[Spell Library: Finite Incantatem (Proficient), Banishing Charm (Proficient)...]

[Traits: Magical Talent (Purple), Exam Prodigy (Purple), Chameleon (Green)]

[Magical Talent (Purple): Possesses magical aptitude exceeding that of an average wizard; learns spells faster than most and possesses a certain degree of creativity.]

[Exam Expert (Purple): Highly skilled at reading textbooks with memory beyond the ordinary; capable of handling various exams with ease!]

[Chameleon (Green): Cowardly, greedy, and weak-willed; easily swayed by those stronger than himself.]