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[Potion Spirit (Red)] can multiply the effect of the potion taken by Deveraux, and then replace the potion from the body through alchemy, combined with the created venomous snake that bites people automatically.

In this way, even if there are more than a dozen golden eagles, Deveraux can use the confusant to remove the curse from them all.

Almost in an instant, Deveraux rushed out of the Hogwarts booth with a bunch of well-equipped little basilisks and headed straight for the battlefield in the center of the exhibition hall.

"Deveraux actually knows this kind of... magic?!"

Lupin looked at the chaotic situation in front of him, his mouth twitched slightly, and the whole person seemed to be shocked by this scene.

He slowly sat down on the ground, his eyes fell on the empty confusant bottle on the table, and muttered to himself.

"How did this guy do it... without leaving any residue."

Tonks stood aside, arms crossed, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

"That's just the beginning, Lupin. Hasn't he shown any special abilities in all the time you've known each other? When I first met him, he was riding a horse made of stone, and then he cast the Unforgivable Curse - on an Inferi that had no effect on any spell."

She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"I've never seen such...extreme magic."

Lupin raised his head slightly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Really? It seems that a month is indeed too short. I heard that he almost turned the school upside down in the month before I came."

He rubbed his forehead, and his tone was a little more helpless.

Tonks shrugged, his tone was light but with a hint of approval.

"So, these may just be daily operations for Deveraux."

Hearing this, Lupin nodded thoughtfully, and then suddenly picked up an earplug from the table and handed it to Tonks as if he remembered something.

"By the way, I suggest you put on your earmuffs first."

Tonks was stunned for a moment, raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Why?"

Lupin pointed in the direction of the center of the battlefield, his tone low.

"From what I see, he will probably sing the mermaid's song himself next. Haha, if you have watched my road show just now, even if you are not cursed, the mermaid's song is enough to make ordinary people lose their minds."

When Tonks heard this, her face changed slightly, and she quickly took the earplugs and put them on.

She glanced at Lupin, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"It seems that you know him not too little."

Lupin smiled bitterly, shook his head, and took out a bottle of extremely smelly potion from a box beside him.

"Understand? No, Tonks, the more I watch him do these things, the more I feel that I don't understand him at all."

At this time, Deveraux, who was in the center of the battlefield, naturally couldn't hear his two friends saying bad things about him.

——

"Damn it!"

"These are all fake, just kill the main body!"

The Golden Eagle team has lost a lot of members, but as the number of people decreases, their weapons become more and more fierce.

From the initial pistols and shotguns, they gradually upgraded to powerful grenade launchers and high-speed submachine guns, and the firepower suppression was chilling.

However, Devereux's clones were like an endless tide, coming in wave after wave.

Before the mist they turned into after being killed had dissipated, new clones had already appeared, like leeks that could never be killed.

The Golden Eagle's eyes condensed, as if he thought of something.

"I left a mark on him before... If I use it now..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the Golden Eagles in the center of the battlefield paused, and everyone seemed to be controlled by some invisible force. The firearms in their hands stopped shooting, and turned to look in the direction of the association's gate.

"Someone... is stealing the sacrifice!"

The voices of the golden eagles were mechanical and low, with a strange sense of synchronization.

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, like the calm before the storm.

However, the next second, a brisk and somewhat teasing voice sounded from my ear.

"Ouch, did you forget to collect the quilt?"

The golden eagle's face changed, and the alarm bells in his heart rang.

Oops!

Almost instantly, the battlefield fell into chaos.

Countless dark green small snake monsters suddenly emerged from all directions, accurately pounced on the golden eagles, as if they had predicted their every move in advance.

The snake monsters were flexible and swift, and took advantage of the golden eagles' brief daze to quickly entangle their limbs and weapons.

"These snake monsters... are Deveraud's alchemical creations!"

The golden eagle growled with gritted teeth, waving the grenade launcher in his hand to try to break free, but the power of those snake monsters was far beyond imagination.

Deveraud's clone stood at the edge of the battlefield with a smug smile on his lips.

His voice came lightly, but it was chilling.

"Being absent-minded is not a good habit, especially on the battlefield."

If it weren't for this absent-mindedness, Devereux's snake would never have been so easy to get. It was a rare opportunity!

The golden eagles immediately began to struggle rapidly. To be honest, this kind of python-like attack was not a threat to those of them who had no sense of pain and were armed with guns.

But then, they were bitten by the snake. The teeth of this snake were specially treated and could easily pierce their metal skin.

"Ahem, you said that you know me very well before, then you know, are you actually a male treble?"

A Devero walked slowly towards the center of the battlefield, with interesting smiles on his face.

Many of the golden sculptures struggled, and many of them really broke away.

They looked back at the Dvelo who came at this time.

"You are ..... that is really!"

Speaking of them, they are going to kill their own weapons.

Dewlo was not in a hurry at all, with a calm smile on his face. He made a loud noise, and the crisp sound echoed over the battlefield.

"Congratulations to the correct answer! As a reward -to play a beautiful song!"

As soon as the words fell, he opened his arms in a nearly absurd posture and leaned back slightly, like an exaggerated role in a drama performance. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth suddenly.

"listen to me--"

"Thank you--"

"Warm four seasons-"

His singing echoed in the air, extremely harsh.

On the side, the booth where the Ministry of Magic is located.

"Damn! What is that sound?!"

Crouch covered his ears in pain, and he felt that his tympanic membrane was about to explode!

"It's too difficult! It can be compared with Lohart's interview!"

For the golden sculpture at this time, the sound seemed to come from countless dimensions at the same time, stacked layer by layer, and each syllable is like a sharp acupuncture, and tied directly into his spirit.

"This ... it's over!"

Instantly his vision began to twist.

There was a sudden influx of pictures in the brain.

The first is a gray fog, and countless sharp angles appear in the fog, and those angles do not conform to the law of geometry in any European.

At the intersection of lines and lines, there seems to be a peeping eye hidden.

Then, the fog rolled, and an extremely ominous existence was squeezed out from the perspective of those staggered.

It does not have a specific form, and it seems to be composed of cracking time and space.

There is something that seems to be like the limbs, and it falls irregularly on the ground, as if a certain kind of limb animal rushes in the space, and some kind of tubular objects appear at the front end.

Whenever it moves, the surrounding space is distorted, emitting a harsh scream.

The thinking of the gold sculpture began to collapse.

"Hurry! Hurry up to the visual feedback!"

It is neither like a human voice nor the notes made by any known musical instruments.

The sound in the ears of the golden sculpture was like a whispering out of the abyss, and it was like the resonance echoed in the endless emptiness, with some kind of unknown power.

The hands of the golden sculptures had loosened their weapons, and their movements began to stiff, and their golden colors began to fade away, and finally stood in place as if they were fixed.

There was extremely frightened expression on his face.

"Pour ... pollution ..."

Intersection

"Ouch, mom, this is too difficult! Even wearing earplugs is like being poured by the magic sound!"

Tangks covered his ears hard, and his expression was distorted like a nasal snot that had not been cooked for three days.

She glanced at Lupine next to her, but found that the other party's state was worse than her.

Lupine curled up in the corner of the booth, his face was pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He covered his ears tightly, his lips trembled slightly, and he seemed to be silently thinking about some kind of spell, trying to resist the torment's sound waves.

Town frowned and murmured secretly in his heart.

"He was obviously good just now. Why did you drink that strange medicine as soon as he drank?"

She shouted tentatively.

"Lupine? Are you okay?"

Lupine did not answer, but just shook his head, and seemed to have no strength to speak.

His fingers were tightly clenched, as if he was desperately fighting with something invisible.

Town sighed and decided not to bother him.

Her eyes were immediately attracted by a black cloth cover in the corner of the booth.

The glass hood trembled gently, as if something was struggling.

Tangke narrowed his eyes and approached slowly, and a hint of uneasiness in his heart.

"What's this?"

She whispered to herself.

Tangks raised his eyebrows slightly, and his curiosity overwhelmed his alertness.

She reached out carefully and gently lifted the corner of the black cloth.

However, when she glanced at the inside, the whole person was hit by lightning, and she stepped back a few steps, her back collided on the wooden pillar of the booth, making a stuffy sound.

Her movement was too anxious, and the black cloth slipped the whole, revealing the whole picture inside.

The scene in front of me stopped Totke's heart.

There is a golden pattern on the cover, which is combined as if it is a line that can block the effect.

The cover is a large creeping meat, the surface is covered with strange gold spots, and it is dull light like the corrosive metal.

The piece of meat seems to have its own life, slowly undulating, exuding a disgusting smell.

What is even more creepy is that there are a few painful twisted facial features on the pieces of meat.

Those eyes were blank, but their mouths were silently opened, as if trying to make a low voice.

Finally, one of the mouths made a sound, hoarse and broken, like an echo from the depths of hell.

"host……"

(Thanks to all the big guys for following up. I'm very sorry. Today I only have two chapters of 3,000 words stitched together. I'm very sorry. I thought I would have more time during the annual leave, but I have to help my family and work on my graduation thesis recently. To be honest, I don't have more time than when I was in the company. I'm very sorry.)

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