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As soon as Devereux finished speaking, the entire exhibition hall was instantly covered in dense gunfire. Bullets rained down like a storm, and explosive fragments and sparks flew everywhere.

"Damn! It's so easy to scold!"

He cursed in a low voice, dwarfed his body, and hid behind the pillar next to Beauxbatons' booth with a neat roll.

The bullet hit the pillar, making a crisp metal impact sound, and stone chips flying everywhere.

Devereux poked out half of his head and quickly glanced at the battlefield.

He caught a glimpse of Lupine approaching his Hogwarts bunk, and a smile twitched his lips.

His provocation just now was not without purpose. It was precisely to attract the attention of these golden eagles and create opportunities for Lu Ping.

"Haha, aren't you happy to say that this is a curse?"

Devereaux joked loudly on purpose, and his voice sounded particularly harsh amid the gunfire.

At this time, all the golden eagles seemed to be controlled by some kind of force. They all paused for a second, and then spoke in a strange and neat voice.

"A curse? This is a gift!"

The tone of these words was cold and hollow, as if coming from the abyss, making people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, gunfire erupted like thunder again, even more violent than before.

"Oh, I have quite a sense of faith."

Devereaux smiled even more wildly, took out the dagger, and tapped the blade lightly with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"You know, the guy who said this to me last time has now had his arms boiled in a pot!"

Devereaux's nose twitched slightly, and there were several pungent but weird smells filling the air.

He turned his head following the source of the smell, and his eyes fell on the bottles and cans scattered on the floor.

"Um?"

He raised his eyebrows and stepped forward to look at the potions carefully.

These were obviously potion samples brought by Beauxbatons' booth. They were colorful and had complex French names on the labels.

Devereux glanced at it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"It's interesting."

He reached out and picked up a few bottles of medicine, shook them gently, observed the viscosity and color changes of the liquid, and quickly conceived a plan in his mind.

"Although Beauxbatons' products are fancy, why are they so lacking in lethality?"

He muttered as he poured several potions into an empty bottle.

The liquid mixed rapidly in the bottle, emitting traces of white smoke, and eventually turned milky white.

Just as he was looking at the newly prepared potion with satisfaction, his eyes were attracted by a bottle of pale pink potion next to it.

The bottle is crystal clear, and the liquid is like a melted rose, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.

Devereaux raised his eyebrows and was about to reach out for it when a faint but unignorable voice came from behind him.

"Whatever you're going to do, I suggest you don't use that bottle."

Devereux was startled and looked back, only to see the weak Mrs. Maxim leaning to the side, raising her head with difficulty, her face pale but still carrying a hint of majesty.

"oh?"

Devero raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile.

"Why?"

Madame Maxime took a breath and said with some surprise.

"Although I don't know how you can prepare new potions from finished potions, the professors in our college will not do this easily."

"But it's a love potion, an enhanced version. And it's the last sample we bring this time."

"Love potion?"

Devereaux was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of realization.

"So, if I use it-"

"The whole show,"

Madame Maxime interrupted him through gritted teeth.

"They will all fall in love with you."

After hearing Madame Maxime's words, Devereaux narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"All fall in love with me?"

He raised his eyebrows, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Haha, it doesn't sound like I can't give it a try. The opportunity is rare anyway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hibiscus in the small box immediately let out a sharp cry.

"Devereaux! How dare you!"

Devero couldn't help laughing, shrugged, and gently placed the pink potion in his hand back on the ground.

"Just kidding, don't be nervous."

He turned back and blinked at the box, then turned to Madame Maxime and his tone became serious.

"However, I do have a way to deal with that guy."

He said, pointing to the golden eagles who were still shooting wildly in the distance.

"Madame Maxime, is there any useful information you can provide now? For example, the origin of this curse, or its weakness?"

Madame Maxime's expression was still painful, and she shook her head slowly with a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I don't have much clue about this either. This curse is an ancient family secret. I only know that it is often used to create puppets that cannot resist."

Hearing this, Devereaux nodded slightly, seemingly not surprised.

He waved his hand and said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, madam. As long as it's a curse, I can deal with it."

At this time, Devereux noticed another golden eagle holding a giant ax approaching them.

He nodded slightly to Madame Maxime, signaling her to calm down, then turned around suddenly and accurately threw the milky white potion in his hand towards the center of the exhibition hall.

Bang!

The potion exploded, instantly releasing a thick plume of smoke.

The smoke spread quickly like a living thing, covering most of the exhibition area in less than a few seconds.

Zhi! Zhi! Zhi!

The smoke immediately triggered a violent reaction when it touched the surface of the golden eagles, as if some strong acid was corroding their bodies.

The air was filled with a pungent smell, accompanied by a slight "crackling" sound.

"Corruption liquid?!"

The golden eagles obviously recognized the characteristics of this potion, and several golden eagles holding guns quickly rushed out of the smoke.

Their movements were still smooth, but the joints on their bodies - those areas not covered by gold - had already shown obvious signs of corrosion.

Despite this, they did not seem to be greatly affected by this, and they still looked around the smoke-filled area vigilantly.

At this moment, dozens of vague figures suddenly emerged from the thick fog, with different heights, holding weapons, and wearing basilisk leather armor similar to Devilro.

These figures shouted in unison, with a hint of teasing in their voices.

"Don't think you are the only ones who can play clones!"

The next second, these "Devilro"s rushed out of the smoke together, with daggers flashing in their hands, and rushed straight towards the golden eagles!

The golden eagle sneered, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, tightly grasping the gun in his hand, and his tone was cold.

"Haha, using these fake images to deceive me? The same trick can't fool me a second time! Where are you hiding?!"

He decisively ignored the "Deverots" who rushed over, and turned the muzzle directly, aiming at the surrounding booths.

He was sure that the real Deverot must be hiding behind these bunkers, waiting for an opportunity to move.

However, at the moment he pulled the trigger-

Puff!

A muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing came from his side.

He turned his head subconsciously, and saw that a Deverot he thought was a "fake" was stabbing a dagger into the chest of a golden eagle.

The body of the golden eagle shook violently, and the joints covered with gold instantly stiffened and lost the ability to move.

Before the other golden eagles could react, the Deverot turned over, and the dagger in his hand drew a cold light, stabbing two golden eagles who tried to raise their guns in succession.

The three of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, their movements stiff like puppets with their strings cut.

"What?!"

The pupils of the leading golden eagle suddenly shrank, and he looked at the scene in disbelief.

His judgment was completely wrong. There were real attackers among those "fake Deveraux"!

At this time, another Deveraux, holding a dagger, slowly approached him from the thick fog with a mischievous smile on his face.

"They are all real!"

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Deveraux entered the Hogwarts booth and taunted lightly.

"Haha, I know myself so well that I won't turn out a fake one."

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