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His mind was in confusion, and he recalled that he had never systematically learned this language.

However, what came out at that moment was so natural, like instinct.

Devereux remained calm on the surface, with a decent smile on his face, and replied in fluent French:

"Well, yes, actually my mother is French."

When Furong heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh! I didn't expect that! Did your mother come today? Haha, let me tell you, you should be French..."

After hearing this, Devereaux couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and secretly complained in his heart:

"Don't say she didn't come today, I don't even know what she looks like in this life..."

Speaking of which, it had been so long since he came to this world that Snape didn't even take Devereaux to his mother's grave.

He coughed slightly to cover up his embarrassment and said calmly.

"Well, she's not here today. But you may have seen it in the magazine, my name is Devero Alexander, and I'm a student at Hogwarts."

Only then did Furong realize that she had not formally introduced herself, so she quickly took a step back, straightened her body, and the look on her face became more serious:

"I am Fleur Delacour, a student of Beauxbatons."

Devereaux looked at the magazine in her hand, with a slight smile on his lips and a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"So, because I saw the magazine and found me sneaking out of the booth, I was curious and followed me to see what I wanted to do, and I ended up entering that door, right?"

When Furong heard this, she was slightly startled, then laughed heartily and admitted it without any disguise.

"Haha, yes! You guessed it right! But your magic spell to create a door on the wall is really interesting! So, what is behind that door?"

Her face was full of curiosity, her silver hair shone slightly under the light, and her whole person looked bright and agile.

Seeing her frank look, Devereaux was a little surprised and sighed in his heart.

"This girl is really direct."

He glanced back at the door, with a mysterious smile on his lips, and said in a relaxed tone.

"That's the most important thing to me. If it was gone, I wouldn't be able to survive."

Suddenly, he felt a little irritated, as if he was unhappy with others exploring what was behind the door, and a strange sense of insecurity came over him.

Devereaux's face suddenly turned cold.

"Okay, you've asked enough questions, go back quickly."

Furong was stunned for a moment, obviously she didn't expect that his mood would change so quickly, and she was a little confused, but the curiosity in her heart became even greater.

What exactly is behind that door? Devereaux left after a while, and she wanted to take a look!

And all this fell into Devereaux's eyes. He could feel the girl's curiosity about what was behind the door, and this emotion made him even more irritable.

"Oh, okay, okay."

She nodded at first, but then she remembered the magazine in her hand, quickly lifted it up, turned to the page about the fire dragon, and excitedly handed it to Devereux.

"By the way, I actually want to ask, did you cast this spell? This fire dragon looks just like the real thing!"

As she spoke, she clicked on the dynamic picture in the magazine with her finger. In the picture, a blond boy stood in front of the Hogwarts booth, summoning a lifelike fire dragon. The flames were slowly rolling in the picture, almost To jump off the page.

Devereaux glanced down, his anxiety lessening a little, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care much about the photo.

"Actually, it's just a matter of shooting angle."

he said lightly.

"This fire dragon is actually not that big, and it is far less scary than it looks. And -"

He looked up at Furong, his eyes calm,

"I'm just an ordinary first-year student, not as powerful as you think."

After hearing this, Fleur couldn't help but blink her eyes, obviously not believing his "modestness".

"Can an ordinary first-year student summon a fire dragon and then create a door in the wall?"

"Even graduates can't do it!"

She muttered under her breath.

Devereux seemed not to hear, waved his hand casually, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Okay, I'll go back to my bunk first. See you later."

Furong stood there, watching his leaving figure, with a hint of curiosity and a bit of thoughtfulness in her eyes.

She blinked and moved her lips slightly, as if she wanted to ask something more, but she swallowed the words as they reached her lips.

Instead, he turned back and looked at the door, with some excitement in his eyes.

At this time.

"By the way, Fleur."

Suddenly Devereux called her out.

Fleur turned back to look at Devereux. At this time, his eyes were thinking and there was a faint smile on his lips.

"What's wrong?"

Fleur asked.

I saw Devereux taking out a silver coin from his pocket and handing it over.

"If you are interested, there is an ice cream shop called Florin Fusco on the north side of Diagon Alley. I heard that they have launched a 'heart-warming topping' that makes people especially happy to eat in winter. '. You can try it."

Fleur was stunned for a moment, but she still stretched out her hand to take the silver coin and gave Devereaux a bright smile.

"Thank you! Then I will definitely try it. If you come to Beauxbatons next time, I will also take you to eat Montblanc, it is very sweet!"

Devereaux smiled softly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Fleur looked down at the silver coins in her hand and pursed her lips slightly.

She actually likes ice cream, but as a Beauxbatons student, she can't just run out during the exhibition, and there's a good chance she won't be able to use this silver coin.

Just when she was thinking about how to politely return it, Devereux suddenly came back.

Without hesitation, he took Fleur's left hand, put her hands together, palms facing up, and placed the silver coin in the center.

Fleur was stunned and looked at him in surprise. She couldn't help but want to move her hands back. This was the first time her hands were grabbed by someone of the opposite sex besides her father. But looking at Devereux's smile, her struggle A little weaker again.

"Devereux...what are you doing?"

Devereux smiled, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"While it's hot."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly tapped the edge of the silver coin with his index finger.

I saw the silver coin blooming like silver flowers in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a large cup of steaming ice cream balls!

The milky white ice cream is sprinkled with slightly roasted chopped nuts, and a small silver spoon is stuck on the top.

The most amazing thing is that this ice cream actually emits warm steam and is fragrant, making the coldness of winter disappear instantly.

Fleur's eyes widened, her lips parted slightly, and she tried to maintain her ladylike appearance by covering her mouth with her hands, but her hands were occupied and she could only stare blankly at this incredible scene.

Devereux looked at her surprised look and showed a satisfied smile.

"Eat slowly."

After saying that, he raised his hand and flicked Fleur on the head, as if making a friendly little joke.

He turned around and prepared to leave. This trick was something he inherited from Dumbledore's [Transfiguration Monster] entry. At that time, he was wondering how this guy could take out snacks from his pocket every time. It turned out that he used this spell.

As for why he suddenly wanted to treat Furong to a dessert, just think of it as compensation.

Fleur looked down at the ice cream in her hand, a blush gradually appearing on her face.

She wanted to say something, but she could only watch Devereux's back disappearing around the corner of the booth.

"Oh my God, this is not an ordinary first-year student!"

She couldn't help but laugh softly, shook her head, holding the heart-warming cup of ice cream, feeling the warmth she had never experienced before in winter.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and the corners of her mouth raised in an arc.

"I can't finish such a big cup of ice cream by myself."

With that said, she quickly chased after Devereux in the direction where he left, her skirt swaying gently in the winter sun.

“It’s the best choice for two people to eat together!”

Fleur smiled and chased after him, holding the cup of steaming ice cream in her hand.

Suddenly she stopped and looked back at the door that suddenly appeared on the wall, frowning slightly.

"Hey, I seem to have forgotten something... Why did I come here to see Devereux in the first place? Hey, why can't I remember..."

At this moment, Fleur just raised her head, and when she looked at the door again, she found a tall black man standing there, gently brushing the door with his hand, and mumbling something.

Then he looked back at Fleur and showed a hearty smile.

Fleur's heart tightened, and she instinctively felt something was wrong.

She hugged the ice cream in her hand tightly, turned around and ran away.

Mesferos watched the girl run away without doing anything. He just suppressed his smile and focused his attention on the door again.

He slowly put his hand on the door handle and muttered.

"I know you're indestructible, but your friends aren't so lucky."

Snap!

Suddenly there was a sound, and the doorknob Mesphilos was holding disappeared.

"What's the matter? Professor."

Mesphilos turned his head and saw Devereux looking at him with a cold expression, holding a wand in his hand.

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