Devero sat in a chair in the common room, staring dazedly at the piece of parchment in his hands.
He looked at his classmates around him, all scribbling furiously.
They were working on their Transfiguration Class and Potions Class homework.
But Devero didn't have to do any.
Why?
Well, just moments ago—
After Snape had handed him the parchment,
he'd explained the rules for borrowing books from the Restricted Section,
then tried to hurry Devero out.
Just as Devero was about to be ushered through the door,
he quickly raised his hand and asked Snape a question.
"But, Professor, what if I come every night...? Um... What am I supposed to do about my homework?"
To his surprise, Snape merely gave a snort.
"Homework? What homework?"
Snape pushed Devero out the door.
Looking down at him, he said,
"A wizard like you would be wasting his life and talent by doing homework! So from now on, you don't need to do my assignments."
As he spoke, he rubbed his chin,
as though pondering something.
"As for the other subjects, I'll talk to the professors. You won't have to do any of the work assigned by the school from now on. Now, go."
With that,
he shut the door.
Devero was left standing in a daze in the dungeon corridor.
--
"Is this kid a real genius?"
Snape slumped into his chair,
staring blankly at the ceiling.
The thing was,
he'd planned to have a proper talk with Devero today about improving the new Polyjuice Potion formula.
After all, as the youngest professor at Hogwarts,
though he'd been utterly astonished by Devero's new formula,
his experience had still allowed him to spot a few minor flaws.
So he'd intended to explain them to Devero today.
But he hadn't expected Devero to