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While Fudge turned into a human and did it.

At the same time, in the cold drink shop on the other side of Diagon Alley, Harry was sitting in the corner, nervously listening to Dumbledore's low-pitched deployment.

"Next, although the risk is great, if you can manage to get close to Gringotts—"

"Professor, wait a minute!"

Harry suddenly raised his head and interrupted Dumbledore.

Although he knew this might be a bit rash, he couldn't care less at the moment.

Dumbledore in the card paused slightly, looked away from Harry, and followed his gaze out the window.

Harry said with a trembling voice.

"The rain outside seems to have lightened up a lot?"

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"I thought you were going to fight a little longer."

The man stood in the shadow of the hall, raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the body on the ground that looked exactly like him.

His tone was chillingly relaxed, as if what fell just now was just an insignificant chess piece, not his own double.

Devereux's eyes were locked on him, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was analyzing the new threat in front of him.

He was not in a hurry to speak, but glanced at Lupine beside him with his peripheral vision.

"Lupin, take Fleur to a safe place."

His voice was low and calm.

Lupine nodded immediately. Although there was still a little panic on his face, he knew that this was not the time to ask questions.

He gritted his teeth, struggled to carry the hibiscus that had been turned into a small box, and ran towards the surging crowd on the other side of the hall.

People there were desperately trying to break out of the chaos and escape to the safety of the streets.

Devereaux watched them leave, and only after confirming that Lupine and Fleur had merged into the crowd did he turn his gaze back to the man in front of him.

"So, you came here for me, right?"

He raised his chin, a hint of provocation in his tone, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"It seems that you know me quite well."

The man smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"Familiarity doesn't count, I just hear people mentioning you all the time lately."

He spoke in an understatement, as if he were talking about the weather.

Hearing this, Devereux nodded slightly, as if he was not surprised by this answer.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head with a playful smile on his lips.

"By the way, what did you have for breakfast today?"

This completely nonsensical question made the man frown, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but his reaction was unusually quick.

His eyes narrowed suddenly, and his body twisted immediately, exerting force on his waist, and whipped his leg backwards as quickly as the wind.

The movements were clean and neat, as if they were accurately aimed at an invisible target.

At the same time, the gun in his hand suddenly lifted up, and tongues of fire spurted out along with the deafening sound of gunfire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bullet tore through the air and shot directly behind.

Sparks flew everywhere, several blackened bullet holes were punched into the wall, and smoke filled the air.

However, when the smoke dispersed slightly, the man's expression froze instantly.

"You played well,"

A familiar voice came from behind him, with a teasing smile.

"Be smarter than that guy just now."

The man turned his head suddenly and saw Devereaux standing behind him, holding the pair of daggers with a cold light in his hands, and a faint smile on his face.

There was a shallow white mark on his arm, like the mark of a bullet, but it did not break the skin.

"but,"

Devereux touched his arm gently, with a hint of regret in his tone.

"This little bit of cleverness is useless. You won't live long."

The man's expression became solemn, and he looked down at his right arm.

There was a long and slender wound on it, blood was slowly oozing out, and there was a faint hint of strange dark green on the edge of the wound.

Devereaux's bullshit offensive once again worked, he could only say one trick and eat it all over the place!

"Any last words?"

Devereaux smiled slightly, and the dagger drew a cold light in his hand, turning it around easily.

The tone was as relaxed as chatting.

"If you have relatives, please tell me and I will kindly convey your words to them."

He paused, the smile on his lips deepened, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Then, I will send them down together so as not to leave you with any worries."

Before he finished speaking, Devereux flashed and rushed towards the man like a gust of wind. The dagger reflected the light, giving off a chilling light.

"Can a poisoned gunman be faster than a knife?"

The man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly twisted his neck, his movements seemed stiff and laborious, and the toxin had eroded most of his body.

His right arm began to turn blue, and even the fingers holding the gun were trembling slightly.

"Lord, give me endless life,"

he whispered, with a kind of maniacal piety in his voice.

"It's just snake venom that can't do anything to me."

He switched the gun to his left hand, his movements slow but still accurate.

He raised his head and looked at Devereux, who was approaching rapidly, and the smile on his lips became more and more weird.

"Moreover, a poisoned gunman can kill people much faster than a knife."

A coldness flashed in Devereux's eyes, but he did not slow down.

He was confident that the opponent's reaction speed had been greatly reduced under the effect of snake venom, and the caliber of the pistol was too small, so the snake monster leather armor had no problem dealing with him and could not pose any threat to him at all.

However, to his surprise, the man did not point the gun at him, nor did he try to dodge.

His movements were extremely firm, and he pointed the gun directly at his temple.

"Lord, this body should have been dedicated to you ten years ago,"

The man closed his eyes, and a kind of almost crazy piety appeared on his face.

"Please give me the power to revive the dead!"

All this happened too quickly. Devereux's dagger was less than three centimeters away from the man's throat, and the man's finger had already pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Swish!

The sound of the gunshot and the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh sounded almost at the same time. The air was filled with gunpowder and blood, and the man's body shook violently, and then twitched violently.

Deveraux quickly retreated, his footsteps making several harsh sounds on the ground covered with gravel and blood.

His eyes were fixed on the man standing still, and a huge storm was set off in his heart.

The man stood there like a sculpture, and not a drop of blood flowed from the two fatal wounds on his body.

Then, Deveraux's eyes widened even more - the man's body began to shrink rapidly, and his skin shrank, as if all the moisture and vitality were drained by an invisible force.

After just a few seconds, his body had completely turned into a human body, and fell stiffly to the ground.

The whole process was so quiet that not even a drop of body fluid was splashed.

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