Chapter 171
Snape suddenly felt a little dazed.
He couldn't remember how many times he had heard Deveraux boast in such a serious tone. Every time, this brat could always prove himself in an unreasonable way.
At this moment, he even wanted to believe Deveraux.
But he had taken courses in this area. Statistics is not a simple addition and subtraction. It requires systematic learning and rigorous training.
What's more, the statistics involved in this treatment plan are not just ordinary data collation, but also require analysis related to complex magical signs. Without the corresponding physical indicator statistical spell, how can it go smoothly?
Snape shook his head and extinguished the thought that "maybe this kid is really good" that came to his mind at that moment. He sighed tiredly, raised his hand, and said with a self-deprecating tone: "Haha, okay, then you test it for me first. What's wrong with me?"
Snape was also a little depressed in this situation, so he simply lowered his posture and decided to "play" with Deveraux. Anyway, today's experiment could not continue for the time being.
Deveraux didn't mean to joke. He nodded, picked up his wand, and his expression was as serious as if he was performing some important ceremony.
"Okay, professor, I'll start then."
Before he finished speaking, he gently waved his wand, and a physical examination spell that Madam Pomfrey often used was cast on Snape.
A gentle wave of magic swept through his body, and Snape couldn't help but tremble slightly. He subconsciously took a half step back and stared at Deveraux in shock: "You..."
Deveraux was so focused that he didn't notice Snape's reaction at all. He whispered to himself, as if preparing for the next step of the spell: "Next is data transcription..."
He waved his wand again, pointing to a roll of parchment on the workbench.
The surface of the parchment was like being stained by invisible ink, and a series of complex numbers and English characters gradually emerged. These data seemed to be messy, but they were arranged in a unique way.
This is a rare statistical spell that can quantify and record the physical indicators of the caster in a magical form and present them directly on paper.
Snape stood aside, staring at the parchment in amazement, his eyes full of shock.
This is impossible!
His mind was in a mess, as if a team of flying brooms were roaring past. He knew that the accuracy of this kind of data statistics could not be achieved by ordinary physical examination spells, and it must be combined with complex casting skills and extremely high theoretical literacy. And when did this brat in front of him learn such profound things?
"Finished." Devereux put away his wand, picked up the parchment, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at it carefully, "Professor, according to these data, your sleep quality is not high, and you have been under a lot of pressure recently. Also, your cholesterol level is slightly high."
Snape looked down at the parchment in his hand, his eyes were complicated as if he was entangled in a cloud of fog that could not be dispersed. He looked through the ridiculously accurate data line by line, his brows sometimes frowned, sometimes relaxed, and finally he slumped in his chair as if he had lost all his strength.
He raised his head and looked straight at Deveraux who was standing beside him. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just sighed and put the parchment on the table.
"Okay," he said with deep helplessness, "I don't know what to say anymore... From now on, the statistics will be your responsibility."
After saying that, he stood up slowly, wiped his face with his hand, and adjusted his robes, as if he had finally accepted some kind of irresistible fate.
"I'll pick up our volunteers."
As soon as Snape finished speaking, he took a step and walked towards the door of the laboratory. His steps were a little heavy, but his back was still straight.
Deveraux watched him walk out of the laboratory, and a smile slowly rose at the corner of his mouth.
It seems that Snape has lost the desire to explore his terrifying learning ability.
In short, numb.
——
Snape walked out of the laboratory, knocked the back of his head gently against the wooden door, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, as if releasing the fatigue and helplessness of the day.
He murmured something in a low voice, almost inaudible.
"Lee, he is scarier than you and Annabelle combined..."
As soon as the voice fell, a slightly hesitant voice suddenly came from not far away.
"Uh, Snape, are you okay?"
Snape suddenly opened his eyes, his body stood straight in an instant, and his face returned to his usual cold expression, as if the loss of composure at that moment had never existed.
He secretly cursed in his heart - who was so inconsiderate that he ran into this social death scene?
He slowly turned around, saw the person clearly, raised his eyebrows, and his tone returned to his usual low and harsh tone.
"Victor, what's the matter?"
Standing in the corridor was Professor Victor, who had just parted ways with him in an unpleasant argument. Snape didn't expect her to come to him at this time, and he couldn't figure out her intentions.
Victor didn't waste time, and directly pulled out a thick stack of parchment from his arms and handed it to Snape.
"The contact information of some famous statistical wizards in the Wizard Statistics Association." She said calmly, with a bit of calmness, "Although I don't want to cooperate with you, I can at least help you find a new home. With the list I have selected, at least you won't fall into the trap."
Snape did not take the parchment, but put his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coldly:
"You don't want to cooperate with us, but you plan to push others into this 'fire pit'?"
Victor shrugged nonchalantly: "I am indeed worried about the danger to my life, but this does not prevent someone from being willing to do this business. Besides, I don't want to make my relationship with the youngest professor in the potion department too stiff, right?"
She changed the subject and handed the parchment to Snape again, with a hint of hidden cunning in her eyes.
But Snape just slightly turned aside and let her hand pass without taking it.
"We already have a statistician to replace you, so don't bother you, Victor."
Snape's tone was calm, but the refusal in his words was firm.
He then walked towards the exit of the underground classroom.
As if he had just passed over this conversation.
Victor was stunned and was a little confused for a while. She had never expected Snape to respond so coldly, and she didn't expect him to directly throw out a refusal.
Watching Snape walk up the stairs, she followed him unwillingly, with a hint of anxiety on her face.
"Snape, who are you looking for?"
She raised her voice, with obvious dissatisfaction in her tone.
"Let me tell you, if you find an unreliable person for this kind of experiment, you're jumping into a fire pit!"
(Second update!)
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