A Tragic, Thick Barrier Now Stands Between Us!

"Draco!"

Snape barked in a low, angry voice.

He flicked his wand, sweeping away the potion that had spilled across the floor.

"Did you add the porcupine quills without taking the cauldron off the fire? How could you be so careless!?"

Malfoy was weeping bitterly.

Boils had even sprouted all over his face.

"Professor, I was just in too much of a hurry, I wanted to finish quickly..."

It was obvious.

Malfoy must have seen how quickly Devero had finished his potion.

And that he had even earned points for his house.

Even that fool Neville Longbottom, whom he had always looked down upon, had received points from Snape.

This was something Malfoy simply could not tolerate.

And so, he had rushed his steps.

Which resulted in this accident.

"You two, take Draco to the hospital wing!"

Snape snapped at Goyle and Crabbe.

Then, with a dark expression, he ordered the other students to hurry up and continue brewing their potions.

Harry and Ron, struggling to suppress their laughter, made strange noises.

Snape promptly deducted two points from them.

There were no further interruptions after that.

Everyone began to brew their potions according to the steps.

As for Devero, having finished his potion long ago, he began to sit in his seat and practice the Zen Meditation Method.

He was working to improve his mental strength.

With the regulation of his breathing, a grey mist slowly began to gather around Devero.

And the grey mist gradually receded.

Now, Devero's perception could extend to the entire classroom.

At this moment, his perception transformed into thin blue filaments.

He could perceive every little movement in the classroom with absolute clarity!

Devero also discovered that while practicing meditation, he seemed to be able to continue studying as well.

Furthermore, the effect on his memory was significantly stronger than in his normal state!

Combined with the [Exam Prodigy] trait.

It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say that Devero had a photographic memory now.

But it was certainly not far off.

So, at this moment, Devero was holding the Book of Potions he had bought earlier.

On the surface, it looked as if he were just memorizing the book.

Of course, he actually was memorizing it.

It was just that he was also training his magic at the same time.

Snape saw him, but chose to act as if he hadn't.

He completely ignored his actions.

And indeed, he had every reason to.

Devero was going to join the fifth-year classes next week anyway.

Whether or not he listened to the lecture on these basic operations made no difference now.

Neville, meanwhile, had managed to snag a share of the "ignored" treatment Devero was receiving.

Throughout the entire class.

Professor Snape didn't give him any trouble at all.

Very quickly.

Lost in his own practice.

The class came to an end.

As soon as the bell rang.

A large group of Gryffindors came over to invite Devero to join them for lunch.

"Devero! Come eat with us!"

Ron said excitedly.

The Little Lions surrounded Devero in an instant.

The Slytherins who had wanted to strike up a conversation with him were pushed to the very edge of the crowd.

"You're too strong, Devero! How on earth did you manage to be so fast?"

This was Hermione.

She was the second person in the entire class to finish brewing the potion.

Yet, it had taken her nearly twice as long as it took Devero.

"Devero, you're so brave! Even if you gave me ten thousand guts, I wouldn't dare talk to Professor Snape like that!"

This was Seamus.

He looked at the way Devero had bargained with Professor Snape with pure admiration.

Harry and Neville nodded vigorously beside him.

"Devero, your Potions skills are amazing too! Could you help me out? I don't want to get yelled at by Snape either."

Parvati leaned in, looking pitiful.

This immediately sparked a scramble for the rights to be Devero's seatmate in the next Potions class.

Clearly, after the Flying Class and Potions, Devero's image in everyone's eyes had transformed into that of a super-powered carry.

Devero offered a wry smile.

"Ron, I'm sorry, but I need to go have Madam Pomfrey give me another physical check-up in a bit. You guys go ahead and eat."

He then looked at the students who were trying to reserve a seat next to him for next time.

"Sorry, everyone, I probably won't be taking Potions with you all next week. I'll be attending the fifth-year classes instead."

As soon as this news was announced.

Everyone turned to stone.

"Devero, you... you're going to take... take Potions with the fifth years?"

Hermione asked, stuttering.

Her jaw was practically hitting the floor.

The surrounding Little Lions were all so shocked by this news that their mouths hung wide open.

"That's right. The first-year curriculum is too simple for me, so I discussed it with Professor Snape, and he agreed."

Devero replied nonchalantly.

Even the Slytherins on the periphery of the crowd.

Could not remain calm after hearing this news!

Unlike Gryffindor, which had many students of mixed-blood or Muggle-born backgrounds.

Most of them came from pure-blood wizarding families.

Many of their family members were Hogwarts alumni.

When had they ever heard of a young wizard who had been enrolled for less than a week.

Attending fifth-year classes?

And Snape had actually agreed to it!

This was just too absurd!

But just as the crowd was still struggling to process such explosive news.

Devero raised a hand.

"Oh, everyone, you go ahead and eat first. I have an appointment with Madam Pomfrey, so I'll be off."

With that said.

Devero left behind a room full of stunned little lions and Little Snakes.

He slipped out of the underground classroom in a flash.

He headed toward the School Infirmary.

After his check-up last night.

He needed to get some rest quickly.

Snape had specifically set aside time for him this afternoon.

He had to go to his office.

Devero wasn't sure exactly what for.

It would likely be related to the new formula for the Polyjuice Potion.

But he didn't know if Snape would hold a grudge for him talking back during class just now.

Would he intentionally pile a mountain of work on him...

No!

Devero slapped his own cheeks with both hands.

How could he think of Snape like that?

He would definitely hold a grudge!

He couldn't afford to be optimistic!

That was why he couldn't keep bickering with them in the classroom!

With a determined look in his eyes, Devero.

Walked briskly toward the School Infirmary.

He had to get this sorted and rest well.

He was preparing for a three-hundred-round battle with the Old Bat!

After Devero walked away, the underground classroom immediately erupted into chaos!

"Devero is too strong! He is absolutely the most outstanding Slytherin in history!"

"Exactly! Our year of Slytherin is terrifyingly strong!"

The Slytherins on the periphery cheered loudly.

They possessed the most outstanding student in the entire school!

They had already begun to fantasize about winning the House Cup under Devero's leadership.

They would combine with Devero to score a thousand points!

As for Gryffindor, they were mostly in shock.

"My god! This isn't just a genius, this is a prodigy! How am I attending the same school as him?"

Dean clutched his head with both hands, his eyes vacant.

Harry and Ron displayed similar reactions.

"Has Devero really reached this level?"

Hermione sat in her seat, feeling a sense of loss.

A shadow hung over her face.

She felt as though a pathetic, thick wall had risen between her and Devero.