Chapter 295

Furong held the ice cream cup and trotted all the way until the strange door completely disappeared from sight, and then she finally stopped.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and her cheeks flushed slightly because of the cold and running.

She looked down at the ice cream in her hand and found that the milky white ice cream ball had spilled out because of her movement, sliding down the wall of the cup and dripping on the ground.

She frowned and sighed softly, but soon shook her head and shifted her attention away from these small details.

"That person... so scary..."

She muttered softly, looking back with lingering fear, as if she was afraid that the tall black man would suddenly appear behind her.

Although the noise in the exhibition hall was still endless at this time, and people's laughter and joy were intertwined, her heartbeat had not completely calmed down.

Furong bit her lip and tried to calm herself down.

She looked up at the exhibition hall in front of her. The flow of people was still bustling, and various colorful arrangements came into view. Everything looked so lively and normal.

She searched the crowd, but could not find Deveraux.

He had been drowned in the crowd, as if the encounter was just a short dream.

"Fortunately, I know where he will go."

She said softly, with a hint of certainty in her tone.

She patted the folds on her skirt, raised her head, and walked towards the depths of the exhibition hall.

Fleur held the ice cream cup, squeezed through the bustling crowd, and finally came to the Hogwarts booth.

It seemed particularly deserted here, and the heavy curtains covered the booth tightly.

Perhaps because of this, almost no one stopped in this area.

She carefully walked around to one side of the curtain, and above the curtain, there was a wooden door that looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

That was the door that Fleur saw Deveraux coming out of just now.

Fleur held the ice cream in one hand, and knocked on the door with the other hand with difficulty.

The sound of knocking was particularly clear in the silence.

After a moment, there was a sound of brisk footsteps inside.

Fleur took a deep breath, looked down at the ice cream in her hand, raised a smile at the corner of her mouth, and prepared to invite Deveraux to share this special dessert with her.

"Click!"

The door opened.

"Deveraux, I want to--"

Fleur just opened her mouth, but was stunned before she finished her words.

The person who appeared at the door was not the young and slightly smirking face she expected, but a middle-aged man.

He looked a little tired, with a gentle smile on his face, but a hint of helplessness between his eyebrows.

Fleur was stunned for a moment, and immediately adjusted her tone and changed her words in poor English.

"Sorry, I'm here to see Deveraux."

Lupin raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the silver-haired girl in front of him with some surprise.

She held a cup of steaming ice cream in her hand, and her face was still a little nervous and expectant.

Lupin laughed in his heart: This kid...

He scratched his head and said helplessly.

"Sorry, Deveraux is not at the booth right now. He just left. You can try to look for him over there."

As he spoke, Lupin raised his hand and pointed in the direction where Deveraux left.

Fleur frowned slightly when she heard this, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.

"But..."

She raised her head and said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"I just saw him coming from that side?"

——

"So, Professor,"

Deveraux's voice was cold and hard, with a bit of impatience in his tone.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Mesphilos did not answer immediately.

He smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, as if Deveraux's indifference had no effect on him.

His eyes swept across the door in front of him, and the corners of his mouth raised a meaningful arc.

"Hello, Alexander."

Mesphilos' voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of casual ridicule.

As he spoke, he suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was savoring some wonderful aroma.

His movements were so exaggerated that people thought he was performing.

"I smell it..."

Mesphilos opened his eyes and stared at Devero with burning eyes, and the smile on his mouth deepened.

"The breath of death."

Devero's brows frowned instantly, his body leaned forward slightly, and his right hand unconsciously clenched the wand.

"On your body."

Mesphilos said softly, his tone was so soft that it was creepy.

Then he added another sentence, as if he was talking about the weather casually.

"You will die in about two hours."

Devero's mouth twitched, trying to make himself look calmer.

He curled his lips, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"No, professor, do you think I'm a brat like Percy? To be honest, I've eaten and seen it. You are welcome to come to our roadshow later. Excuse me."

As he said, Devero clapped his hands, and the door on the wall disappeared completely. After nodding to the professor, he turned and left.

However, Mesphilos's voice came from behind him, like a cold needle piercing Deverot's back.

"Well, I know, little prophet, then I'll show you."

Deverot's hair stood on end. This guy knew he was a prophet? !

As soon as he finished speaking, Mesphilos snapped his fingers.

Devereux's body shook violently, and he felt that the world in front of him seemed to have undergone some subtle changes, as if he had entered this state before.

But he couldn't tell! I just feel that danger is approaching!

The next second, he felt a biting chill coming from his chest.

He looked down and his eyes widened instantly - there were several bloody holes in his body!

Blood gushes out like a flood from a dam, and the warm liquid drips down his clothes and onto the ground, staining the stone slabs under his feet red.

"this……"

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that the sound couldn't come out as if something was choking him.

His vision began to blur, his limbs gradually lost strength, and everything in his chest was rapidly collapsing.

Life seemed to be flowing out of his body at an alarming speed.

He tried to use the wand to stop the bleeding, but his arm was as heavy as being chained, and he could only watch as he fell down little by little.

Just when he thought he was completely dead, his vision suddenly went dark.

.......

I don’t know how long it took.

"ah!"

When Devereux yelled and opened his eyes again, he found that he was still standing where he was.

The blood holes on his body disappeared, and he could feel his life force filling up again, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Nothing around him changed. Mesphilos still stood there with a playful smile, as if everything just now was just a nightmare.

"What did you do!!!"

Devereaux gasped and looked at Mesferos angrily.

He quickly took out his wand and prepared to cast a spell.

But the other party snapped his fingers again.

Snap!

Before he could recite the incantation, he found that his palm began to disappear, like smoke blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing.

"What? No...impossible!"

Devereaux's voice shook with fear and he waved his wand, but it too dissolved into nothingness.

He tried to activate the Troll Gauntlet, but it faded away as he watched.

His body became transparent little by little, like a devoured afterimage.

He tried to struggle, tried to shout, and used the abilities brought by all his entries!

But all the efforts are like falling into the sea, meaningless.

Finally, he completely turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the air.

...

"I...how did I disappear?"

When Devereux murmured and regained consciousness again, he had fallen to his knees, his forehead soaked in cold sweat.

It felt as if I had fallen into an abyss and lost all contact with the world. It was quite a terrifying experience!

But before he had time to breathe, there was a sound of footsteps. He looked up suddenly and saw a cold and strong hand suddenly grabbing his neck!

Devereux's eyes suddenly opened wide, and in front of him was the cold face of Mesferos.

His hands were tightly wrapped around Devereux's throat and he was pressed against the wall with such force that he could hardly breathe.

No matter what Devereux thought, he never expected that the other party would use this method to kill him!

He has too many countermeasures!

But then, something unexpected happened that caught Devero off guard.

The feeling of suffocation surged up like a tide. He struggled desperately and waved his wand, but he couldn't cast a spell. It wasn't because he couldn't recite the spell, but because there was simply no magic in his body. He seemed to have become a Muggle at this time. !

Devereux desperately tried to activate the troll glove, and even tried to use physical attacks, but the glove also lost its magic power, as if it were an ordinary glove, and everything seemed like a futile joke.

Mesphilos's face was getting closer and closer to him, with a cruel smile on his lips.

Devereaux's vision gradually blurred and his consciousness began to fade, until finally, he completely lost the strength to resist.

.......

"call!"

Devereux opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air, and found that he was still standing there, holding the wand tightly in his hand, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

But Mesferos was still standing not far away, with his arms crossed and a hair-raising smile on his face.

"This is what you're going to experience in two hours,"

Mesferos spoke in a relaxed tone, as if what had just happened was just a harmless joke.

"Oh, not the last one, it's just that I think your desperate expression is interesting."

Devereux felt that his anger had nowhere to vent, and he waved his wand suddenly!

"Avada Kedavra!!!"

(I feel like I have a lot of new friends recently ＜(￣︶￣)＞, because everyone is on holiday? Haha, this chapter is about to enter a new climax. Friends who have watched it all know that I like to run multiple lines in parallel and then detonate them together, so I have to lay the groundwork. Thank you to new and old friends for their support. Thank you. Everyone! ! ! )

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