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In the booth, Lu Ping was bending over and rummaging through the box, with an anxious look on his face.

The sound of gunshots was as dense as rain outside, as if the whole world was collapsing, but Devereux seemed to be aloof from the incident, casually squatting next to Lupine, and his tone was as relaxed as if he was just asking his junior brother to pass a beaker.

"What's up, Lupin, haven't you found it yet?"

Lupine looked up at him, his face covered with sweat, and he was obviously extremely nervous. He answered quickly.

"The confounding agent has been found, but... with so many people, this dose is simply not enough!"

Devereaux grinned and patted Lupine lightly on the shoulder.

"It's okay, assistant teacher, just find me one person. Leave the rest to me."

"For one person?"

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of confusion.

He looked at the potion in his hand, and then glanced at the gunfire-spattered battlefield outside, with hesitation in his voice.

"However, from a dose perspective, even if they are controlled by one person's consciousness, this curse is still borne by the body..."

Devereaux still smiled easily, as if the chaos outside had nothing to do with him.

He said casually while examining the potion in Lupine's hand.

"Don't worry, I know what you are worried about."

Lupine's expression became more serious, and he lowered his voice and asked.

"Are you planning to use the original spell of Chaos Agent? But we can't use magic at all now!"

Devereaux rolled his eyes, his tone full of helplessness.

"Use magic? If he could have used magic, he would have died eight hundred times ago. Don't talk nonsense, just do as I say."

Lupine hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and began to concentrate on tinkering with the alchemical creation used to withstand the transfer of the curse.

At the same time, outside the exhibition hall, the clones created by Devero using projection technology were being cleaned up one by one by the golden eagles.

Whenever a clone is hit, it will turn into a line of smoke and dissipate. The golden eagles move faster and faster, gradually approaching the fighting position.

Devereux frowned and muttered softly.

"Tsk, the ability of the projected clone is indeed inferior to that of the original body. Even delaying time seems reluctant. Moreover, this consumes too much mental power."

He rubbed his temples, feeling a little irritable in his exhaustion.

Turning to look at Lu Ping, his tone was still relaxed.

"By the way, did you see Beauxbatons' road show? How did they make that love potion? I didn't even see the formula just now..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ping suddenly interrupted him with an abrupt and low voice.

"Did you notice it?"

Devereaux turned his head sharply, his eyes falling on Lupine.

At this time, Lupine's hands kept moving, but his head slowly turned around in an unreasonable way, his eyes staring directly at Devereux, with a strange and hearty expression on his face. smile.

Devereaux's heart skipped a beat, his nerves tightened instantly, and he subconsciously took a step back.

"Depend on!"

He cursed in a low voice, blinked, and looked again——

Lupine had returned to normal, and he was still busy with his head lowered and his face full of nervousness, his fingers quickly adjusting the details of the alchemy creation.

He answered Devereaux's questions intermittently.

"The Beauxbatons road show? I didn't see it. Wasn't our Hogwarts booth sealed at that time? If anyone saw it, maybe you were the only one who saw it..."

Devereux stood there and blinked hard, feeling as if a string was suddenly plucked in his head.

He leaned against the wall, slowly exhaled, and muttered softly.

"Damn old black..."

——

"Ouch!"

A cry of dissatisfaction cut through the din of the battlefield, and the voice came from behind the wall, carrying strong resentment.

"It's so noisy! What are these guys doing?"

Then, the man continued to mumble, his tone full of annoyance at being disturbed.

"It's almost twelve o'clock and it's still so lively. I'm really impressed! If I had known I would have gone back to the Leaky Cauldron to sleep, why would I have suffered like this!"

Immediately, there was a rustling sound, which sounded like someone was arranging clothes, accompanied by the sound of zippers and dust being beaten. It was obvious that they had just been awakened from their sleep.

After a while, the voice sounded again, this time with a bit more surprise and anger in the tone.

"No! Who made us disappear?!"

"Well...how do I know which door to come out of?"

"Forget it, let's just go to eat. There are people taking care of it anyway. Just come back after eating and read the memory. I want to see who dares to open my door, but in this case, it's just Can go from here.”

Then, a fumbling sound came.

Click——

In the sound of metal falling to the ground.

In the middle of Diagon Alley, between an empty herbal shop and a wooden house with countless gold coins stacked at the door, a stone door slowly opened.

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