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"Didn't I tell you in class that this kind of spell is outdated?"

Mesphilos opened his arms, still with that disturbing smile on his lips.

He watched the eerie green light rushing straight into his chest, as if everything was under his control.

"Bang!"

The green light sank into his body, but did not produce any expected effect.

The invincible killing curse seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

There was only a brief silence in the air, and even the aftermath of the magic was not aroused.

Deverot's eyes widened, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly.

He subconsciously took a step back, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"This is impossible..."

Deverot muttered in a low voice.

Mesphilos slowly lowered his arms, and the smile on his face deepened.

He looked at Deverot with an almost pitying look, and his voice was low and penetrating.

"Soul magic cannot harm an object without a soul."

He said it calmly, but Devero's heart suddenly shrank.

His voice seemed to penetrate directly into his mind, bringing a chill that could not be ignored.

Mesphilos leaned forward slightly, staring at Devero's eyes with burning eyes, and said slowly.

"The same goes for you."

This sentence was like a sharp blade, cutting directly into the depths of Devero's consciousness.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and it seemed that something in his heart was broken.

He felt an unbearable irritation rising from his chest, as if to tear him apart.

"Shut up!"

Devero waved his wand violently, with a tremor in his voice.

"Thunderbolt--"

"Devero! Calm down!"

A deafening shout suddenly exploded, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, pulling Devero back to reality from the chaos.

The world in front of him was instantly distorted, and the surrounding scene collapsed like a broken mirror. The figure of Mesphilos disappeared, replaced by the face of a familiar middle-aged man.

Deveraux's hand froze in mid-air, and his wand trembled slightly.

He quickly glanced around and found that he was still standing in that deserted little corner, and everything around him had returned to normal.

"Lupin?

Deveraux looked at the empty space in front of him in disbelief, and slowly put down his wand.

He looked around blankly, and Professor Mesphilos, who had just stood in front of him clearly, seemed to have evaporated at this moment, with no trace.

"Deveraux, are you okay?"

A familiar voice came, and Deveraux turned slightly and saw Lupin walking towards him quickly, his face full of concern.

His voice was low and soft, but it did not relieve Deveraux's tension at all.

Deveraux subconsciously took a step back, pushed away Lupin's outstretched hand, stared at him sharply, and his tone was a little impatient.

"Where is Mesphilos?"

Lupin was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting to be questioned like this.

He frowned, looking a little confused.

"Ah? Are you talking about the American professor invited by our school? "

"Yes, that's him!"

Deverot spoke quickly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Did you see him? He was here just now!"

Lupin frowned even more, and he shook his head slowly, speaking cautiously.

"No. When I first came here, you were the only one standing here. I saw that you looked a little strange, so I came to see if you had any problems."

Deverot's heart sank when he heard this.

He subconsciously held his forehead and took a long breath, trying to calm himself down.

But the chaotic images in his mind came like a tide, making him unable to distinguish what was real and what was an illusion.

"Oh my God..."

He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of weakness in his voice.

"This guy...he just snapped his fingers, and I was hypnotized? "

The scene just now flashed through Deveraux's mind quickly - the suffocating fear, his own powerlessness, Mesphilos's eyes like the abyss... Everything was so real and terrifying, but also as unreal as a dream.

He even began to doubt whether this was a trick played by Mesphilos or a sudden outbreak of his latent prophetic ability.

Lupin looked at Deveraux squatting on the ground, his face pale, as if he was still trying to calm his breathing.

He squatted down and asked tentatively in a low voice.

"What's wrong? Did Professor Mesphilos do anything to you? I thought you went to find a place to sleep."

Deveraux didn't raise his head, but pressed his temples with his fingers, as if he was trying to drive away some unbearable headache.

His voice was low and a little tired.

"Nothing, let's go back quickly. "

After saying that, he stood up, walked around Lupin, and walked quickly towards the booth.

Lupin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly caught up a few steps. Just as he was about to ask something else, he saw Devereux suddenly stopped.

He turned around abruptly, and pointed the wand in his hand at the door where Mesphilos had just appeared.

A flash of silver light passed, and the door on the wall disappeared silently, as if it had never existed. Only a flat stone wall was left, standing there coldly.

Lupin stared at the scene in amazement, his lips moved, and finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"Did you make this door... too? What's behind it?"

There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, but more of worry.

Yet his question lit a hidden fuse.

Devereaux turned sharply, his eyes filled with pent-up anger.

His breathing was rapid and his chest was heaving violently, as if some wild beast was struggling to break out of his body.

"What's behind, does it have anything to do with you?!"

Devereux's voice suddenly rose, like a roar, which shocked Lupine to the spot.

"You guys are all so curious! Are you sick?!"

Lupine stood there, staring at Devereux in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that the person who just yelled at him was actually him.

At that moment, Devereux's eyes were strange and cold, as if he was forced out of control by some invisible pressure.

Devereaux's chest heaved violently, he was breathing heavily, his eyes gradually softened, and he seemed to finally realize his gaffe.

He looked away and exhaled slowly, his voice low.

"Uh, Lupin, I'm sorry, I...there was something wrong just now——"

However, before he finished speaking, a clear voice suddenly came from behind.

"Excuse me, are you a representative of Hogwarts?"

Devereux turned around subconsciously and saw a Ministry of Magic official wearing dark blue robes walking towards them.

The other party looked dusty, with a trace of anxiety on his face.

"Oh, it took a lot of effort to find you!"

The official complained with a smile.

"We have already coordinated with Durmstrang. Now it's up to you to go over and arbitrate. Then we can start the road show again."

Devereux calmed down and nodded, then turned to Lupine.

"Lupin, you...go back first. I'll just go with them."

Lupine was about to say something, but Devereux had already put his arm on the Ministry of Magic official's arm without any hesitation.

The official hesitated for a moment, as if he felt it was not appropriate to bring only one student there. When he was about to speak, Devereux blocked him with a firm look.

The next second, the two of them disappeared simultaneously in the ripples of Apparition.

Lu Ping stood there, looking at the direction the two left, and sighed helplessly.

His mind replayed the almost out-of-control appearance of Devereux just now, and his frown deepened.

"Devereux's state is really not right..."

He whispered to himself, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Hogwarts booth, remembering that Fleur was waiting for Devereaux to eat ice cream together just now.

He shook his head and whispered softly.

"The ice cream is probably melted."

Then Lupine's eyes were quickly attracted to the wall - where Devereux used magic to make the strange door disappear, now only a smooth and flawless stone wall remained.

Lu Ping took a step forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched the wall. It was cold and hard, as if the door had never existed.

His eyes gradually became complicated and he murmured softly.

"What is behind this door?"

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