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Devereaux yawned so long that he could barely keep his eyes open.

He rubbed his temples tiredly, sleepiness coming over him like a tide, making him breathless.

Even though I had used meditation to recover a little, it was obvious that this method had limited effect on the fatigue caused by staying up all night.

"Lupin, I really can't help it. I'm too sleepy. I have to go out and do something."

His voice was a bit muffled and his steps were dragging.

Lu Ping was busy organizing the information on the table with his head down. When he heard this, he looked up at him. He was about to persuade him to find a place to take a nap, but he was suddenly stunned.

Devereaux actually put his hand on the curtain and drew a few random strokes on it.

The next second, a door appeared out of thin air on the isolation curtain specially used by the Ministry of Magic!

Lupine was stunned for a moment, and even dropped the quill in his hand on the table.

"Wait a minute, this curtain is specially provided by the Ministry of Magic. How could it be changed casually? How...how did you do it?"

He strode forward, his tone full of disbelief.

Devereaux rubbed his eyes tiredly, looked back at him, and explained casually.

"Oh, this, it's nothing special. It just uses a little alchemy and microstructure transformation. Well... you probably haven't heard of it. Anyway, it's a new magic technology."

Lu Ping opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

He has always boasted that his understanding of magic is good, but what is "microstructural transformation"?

Devereaux didn't explain any more. He gently pushed open the door and cautiously stuck his head out.

The noise from the exhibition hall could be heard outside, but most people were obviously attracted by the new products at the Beauxbatons booth.

No one noticed the strange movement here.

"Good, no one found me."

Devereaux whispered to himself, then stepped out of the door and turned back to Lupin in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Before he finished speaking, he had already hurried to the corner of the exhibition hall, and his figure quickly merged into the crowd.

Lupine stood there, looking at the door that was still emitting a faint magical light, and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"This guy is really scary..."

He muttered, and finally reached out helplessly to close the door and restore the curtain to its original state.

——

About three minutes later, in an inconspicuous corner of the exhibition hall, an inconspicuous door quietly opened.

Devereaux walked out of it with a new look on his face, and his tired look was gone.

With a relaxed smile on his face, he raised his arms and stretched, and his joints made a soothing "click" sound.

"Well, yes, yes, the effect of this spell is better than expected. It works so quickly."

He said to himself, with a proud smile on his face.

He had just cast a special spell on himself, which he had researched from Professor Flitwick's entry.

This spell can restore the caster's energy in a short period of time and even eliminate some fatigue.

But it doesn’t come without a price – you’ll need to compensate with twice the amount of sleep later to fully restore your body’s balance.

What's even more troublesome is that the casting process of this spell is quite noisy.

Whether it's the shimmer of light when the spell is released or the oscillating magic power fluctuations in the air, it is enough to attract the attention of others.

Therefore, Devereaux had to find a completely enclosed space to perform.

In order not to be discovered, he simply took matters into his own hands and opened a temporary door in the wall.

"As for the side effects, they are quite acceptable. Anyway, after today's things are done, it doesn't matter how long you want to sleep."

Devereaux clapped his hands, as if ignoring the fatigue that followed.

He looked around to make sure no one noticed him, then quickly closed the door and returned the wall to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Devereaux was shocked, and a strange electric feeling spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, like invisible tentacles running under his skin.

He stopped suddenly, his heart tightening slightly.

"We are one."

A low but strange voice echoed in his mind. The voice did not seem to come from the outside world, but emerged directly from the depths of his consciousness.

It carries an irresistible force that makes people involuntarily have the urge to obey.

Devereaux frowned even more tightly, and subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms, trying to wake himself up with pain.

"What is going on? The aftereffects of the spell?"

He whispered to himself, trying to recall every step of the spell he had just cast, but could not find any abnormal clues.

But before he could clear his thoughts, a slender figure suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

It's her.

That silver-haired girl.

The girl he had met at the Beauxbatons booth before - Fleur Delacour.

She was standing not far away, her eyes unabashedly falling on him, with a bit of curiosity and exploration in her eyes.

Devereaux's heartbeat accelerated for a moment, then calmed down.

He glanced around calmly and found that this corner was indeed empty.

"She...is waiting for me?"

His thoughts were confused.

Furong's appearance was too sudden, and judging from her position and demeanor, it was clear that she didn't look like she was just passing by, but more like she had been waiting here, waiting for him to appear.

Devereux narrowed his eyes and looked directly at her, trying to read something from her expression.

However, Furong just smiled slightly, with a hint of kindness.

"No, this is definitely an illusion."

Devereaux denied himself in his heart.

Although he was well-known in Hogwarts and considered good-looking, it was simply a fantasy to say that he was followed by a strange girl and stayed here waiting for him to appear.

Devereaux nodded slightly as a greeting to the girl in front of him, then turned around and prepared to walk back towards the booth.

However, just as he took the first step, an English greeting with a slight French accent suddenly came into his ears:

"Hello?"

Devereux was stunned for a moment and turned back subconsciously.

I saw Fleur standing not far away, holding a magazine in her hand, pointing to a certain place on the cover with a smile.

Devereaux followed her hand and discovered that his face was printed on the cover of the magazine.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to ask, but Furong suddenly turned red, as if she had realized something embarrassing.

"Oops! I forgot how to say the word 'magazine'..."

She muttered quietly, her tone full of annoyance.

Fleur felt a little regretful about her English proficiency at this moment. She didn't expect how she would communicate with the other party in the future because her English was not good. She felt very embarrassed at this moment and didn't even dare to look up at Devereaux.

Just when she was hesitating to change her expression, Devereaux suddenly spoke - and in fluent French:

"In English, 'magazine' is pronounced 'magazine.'"

Fleur raised her head suddenly, her eyes full of surprise, as if she didn't expect that the other party could speak French.

"You speak French?"

She blurted out, with a bit of surprise and disbelief in her voice.

At this moment, Devereux was equally surprised.

He answered subconsciously, an idea flashing through his mind.

“Wait, I speak French?!”

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