Devro and Hermione arrived at the school infirmary.
As they pushed open the door, the scent of disinfectant wafted toward them. The soft indoor lighting mixed with the faint aroma of herbs gave the room a peaceful and comforting atmosphere.
Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, was busy organizing bottles and vials in the medicine cabinet.
Neville lay on a bed nearby. His complexion had improved significantly—no longer pale and sickly. His injuries had almost completely healed thanks to Madam Pomfrey's treatment. Ron sat beside him, and upon seeing Hermione and Devro, he immediately straightened up with an excited look on his face.
"You're finally here!" Ron said, grinning.
He glanced at Devro, a mischievous smile flickering in his eyes.
"During class just now, Malfoy was so embarrassed—he actually wet his pants!"
Hermione stifled a laugh. She looked at Devro and noticed that he, too, was struggling to contain his amusement.
"Shh!" Madam Pomfrey turned and glared at them. "The patient needs rest. If you make more noise, I'll have to ask you to leave!"
The group quickly nodded, all at once, like chicks pecking at rice. Satisfied, Madam Pomfrey returned to her cabinet.
Everyone exhaled in relief. Even though they hadn't been at Hogwarts long, they had already heard about Madam Pomfrey's strictness.
Devro stepped closer to Neville and asked with concern, "Neville, how are you feeling now?"
Neville raised his hand excitedly and whispered, "I'm completely fine now. Look, Madam Pomfrey healed me in no time!"
Devro's eyes lit up. He turned to glance at Madam Pomfrey—and immediately, her entry panel appeared before him:
[Name: Poppy Pomfrey]
[Age: 51 years old]
[Spell Library: Bone-Mending Spell (Proficient), Reviving Spell (Proficient), ...]
[Entries: Superb Medical Skills (Purple), Magical Talent (Purple)]
[Superb Medical Skills (Purple): Exceptionally skilled in healing spells with extensive knowledge of potions and herbs. An outstanding doctor.**
[Magical Talent (Purple): Possesses above-average magical aptitude. Learns spells faster than normal and has a high degree of creativity.**
Devro nodded with satisfaction. This Superb Medical Skills wasn't just a talent entry—it was an experience entry. Once loaded and copied, Devro wouldn't just gain the ability—he would gain Madam Pomfrey's decades of medical experience.
He'd recently observed many people and discovered a pattern: when a wizard fully actualizes a talent entry, it transforms into an experience-based one. If not, it stays as raw potential.
This was the first purple experience entry Devro had seen—something even Dumbledore lacked. Perhaps Dumbledore's potential was so vast he couldn't fully realize it.
Devro wasted no time and added it to his shopping basket.
While he was preoccupied, Ron kept whispering, rambling on about class.
"You wouldn't believe it—Malfoy's face turned green! He thought he was going to fall to his death!"
Devro chuckled. "Looks like Malfoy finally learned his lesson."
Neville laughed too, then turned serious. "Devro, how did you fly so well just now? Can you teach me?"
Devro gave a modest smile. "Actually, it's simple. It's all about confidence and focus. You also need to develop a connection with your broom. When you hold it, treat it like an old friend. Let it feel your trust."
Neville nodded enthusiastically. "I get it! I'll try that next time."
Devro thought to himself, Let's just hope Neville stays on the ground. Trouble seems to follow him even with both feet on solid earth.
"Also," he added, "stay calm. Don't let nerves get the better of you."
Ron chimed in, "Yeah! Malfoy flew so terribly because he was a nervous wreck."
Glancing at his watch, Devro realized time was running out. He had a meeting scheduled with Professor Quirrell.
He stood up and approached Madam Pomfrey.
"Madam, I had a little accident earlier. I'm not visibly injured, but I think I should get a checkup—just to be safe."
Hermione quickly backed him up, explaining that Devro had nearly crashed into a tree during flying class.
Madam Pomfrey's eyebrows arched sharply.
"I already told Professor Dumbledore—first-years shouldn't be allowed in such dangerous courses! This is the third student today! What if someone gets seriously hurt…"
She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell.
"Scourgify!"
A surge of gentle magic swept over Devro, enveloping him like a full-body massage. Moments later, the energy dissipated.
Madam Pomfrey's face relaxed. "Alexander, thankfully, you weren't injured."
"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," Devro said, smiling.
[Ding!]
[New spell added to the library!]
[Spell Library: Injury Detection Spell (Beginner)]
Nice! Another rare and niche spell learned.
"But you should still come back for a follow-up tomorrow afternoon. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Devro agreed eagerly. More chances to observe her unique healing spells.
He turned back to Neville's bedside.
"Neville, I'm returning something I borrowed."
He tapped a lump on Eyre's back with his wand. The toad's eyes widened and its mouth gaped open. Devro reached in and—under the stunned gazes of his friends—pulled out Neville's wand.
"Don't worry, I made sure it didn't get slimy," Devro added with a grin as he handed it over.
Neville took his wand in disbelief.
Ron rubbed his eyes. "Did your toad just... spit that out?"
Hermione blinked. "Devro, how did Eyre do that?"
"Oh? Eyre?" Devro said casually. "He's a magical creature. Can store things in his stomach. Didn't I mention it before?"
He paused. Wait... maybe I never did.
He'd wanted to explain more about Eyre's origins, but then looked at his watch again.
Crap! I'm late!
"I'm sorry—I have to go. I've got something to discuss with Professor Quirrell. I'll explain more about Eyre later!"
And with that, he rushed out, leaving the others behind in shocked silence.
"Devro!"
Just as he was walking briskly toward Quirrell's office, a voice called out from behind.
He turned.
It was Hermione, breathless and panting from running after him.
"What's wrong, Hermione? I already got checked out by Madam Pomfrey."
"It's not that," she said between breaths, staring at him with a puzzled expression. "Neville's wand… it was with you just now. So that means…"
She trailed off.
Devro winked. "Exactly. Keep it a secret for me ~"
Without another word, he turned and disappeared around the corner.
"This… this is against school rules!" Hermione stamped her foot in frustration.
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