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Dhello stopped sharply and shouted in a hurry.

"Tangkes! Wait a moment, I have something to deal with."

Tangks stopped, turned his head to look at him, frowned slightly, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak, just nodded.

Dhello walked towards the corpse quickly, squatting down and observing it carefully.

On the man's face, he covered a thin layer of gold foil, shining with strange luster.

His brows were firing tighter, and a disturbing premonition was rising in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and teared the layer of gold foil carefully.

The gold foil was behind, showing a face without facial features -a blank, smooth face.

Dhello's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his eyes looked back and forth on the body.

The body's figure, bald head, and the familiar bar uniform ... A blurry memory rushes like a tide.

"Tom ..."

Dewlo murmured in a low voice, and his voice was unbelievable.

He thought of the boss Tom, the owner of the broken pot bar, the boss who always had a good smile and a good smile to each wizard.

His fingers trembled and confirmed the characteristics of the corpse again.

That's right, this is Tom!

Tonks's voice came from behind Dewlo, with a hint of doubts and concerns.

"Devarro, what's wrong?"

Dewlo did not answer immediately, but stared at a man who was not far away.

The dry corpse seemed to have been weathering for decades, and the skin was closely attached to the bones, and the surface of the dry cracked was a weird golden luster.

"This also has gold foil ..."

He murmured to himself, his tone was incredible.

He turned sharply, glanced at everything around him, and a more terrible idea emerged in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and whispered.

"If even the corpse became like this, then ... what is the real face of that guy?"

The words didn't fall, and there was a screaming scream suddenly behind him!

"Ah ah ah!"

Dewlo turned back sharply, and saw a witch that had just recovered from the state of gold sculpture, kneeling on the ground, holding his head with both hands, and a hysterical shout.

His face was twisted, and his eyes were staring like a copper bell, full of blood.

"Don't! Don't let me see! Don't let me see!"

The witch shouted crazy, his voice was hoarse and desperate, as if he saw something terrible.

Crouch stepped forward and tried to hold him down, his voice was anxious and low.

"Calm! Tell me what you saw! What did you happen?!"

However, the witch statue was completely lost, and he couldn't listen to Couich at all.

His hand trembled, his nails were deeply embedded in his cheeks, and the next second, he directly inserted his fingers into his eyes!

"Don't! I want to dig it! I don't want to see it!"

"Don't--!"

Dewiro and Tangke shouted at the same time, but it was too late.

The blood poured out of the witch's eyes like a fountain, and his scream sounded throughout the venue.

The people around him retreated, and his face was full of panic and shock.

Intersection

Dhello stood on the edge of the booth, his eyes across the crowd, looking at the chaotic scene outside.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic is busy tied the wizards who have not awakened them one by one with magic ropes to ensure that they would not suddenly wake up and out of control.

Each rope is tightly tight, obviously these people are regarded as potential threats.

As for the previously self -poking witch, he had been carried and sent to treatment, but his screams seemed to be echoing in the air, making people shudder.

Devilo heard an official discussion in a low voice saying that he could not communicate with others at all, and any attempt to get information from his mouth ended in failure.

Dewlo spit out for a long time, as if trying to discharge the dull chest.

He lowered his head, sorted out his placket, and worked hard to make himself calm.

"Give me some time again."

He whispered to Tangx, standing aside, with a hint of depression in his voice.

Tangx's eyes passed through his face, obviously seeing his anxiety, but she said nothing.

She just looked at the direction of Hogwarts's booth in Dewlo's gaze, and frowned slightly.

It seemed a little moving there, but she didn't see it really across the crowd.

"All right,"

Tangks nodded, and his tone was worried.

"But don't drag too long."

Tevilo walked into the booth of Besbarton.

In the center of the booth, Mrs. Maxim is sitting on a reinforced chair, obviously preparing for her huge figure.

Her face was pale, her forehead was covered with fine sweat beads, one hand grasped the handrail of the chair tightly, and the other had a metallic hand.

Watching Dewlo came in, it immediately brightened.

"Classmate, is it solved outside?"

Dewlo nodded, apologizing on his face.

He walked in front of her and whispered.

"Sorry, Mrs. Maxim, there is no way to prepare you for the time being for you. You may need to wait a little bit."

After listening to Mrs. Maxim, she squeezed out a barely smile and put on a hand that was not yet metallic, signaled that he did not have to blame himself.

"It's okay, I can still bear this symptom, but that being said--"

Madame Maxime's expression became a little subtle.

"What are you doing here?"

Deverot smiled slightly, his tone calm.

"I'm here to find Furong."

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