Chapter 315

Devereaux shivered suddenly, sweat broke out on his back, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the armrests of the chair.

In an instant, he looked up again at Lu Ping on the stage. The latter was still performing the road show calmly and his voice was steady and clear.

"The formula of our Wolfsbane Potion is absolutely open and transparent. The core herb is Sirius Grass. Mr. Marcus must be fully recognized for his contribution to the discovery of this herb!"

Lupine's tone was cadenced, as if he was completely unaware of Devereaux's strangeness.

The projector next to it accurately displayed the three-dimensional model of Sirius grass, with slender leaves and a strange luster.

Click! Click! Click!

The reporters in the audience seemed to have smelled prey of wolves, and the flashes of their cameras were connected to record every detail.

The audience enthusiastically discussed the medicinal properties of Sirius grass, and some even began to speculate whether it could be used to treat other types of lycanthropy.

However, no one noticed Devereux.

He quickly scanned the whole place, his eyes passing over every face like a hawk, trying to catch the familiar black figure.

However, there was nothing.

It was as if the smile and the chorus of whispers that made his skin stand on end had never existed.

Still, Devereux's heart was beating faster and faster.

"It's you again, right?"

He roared in his heart, clenching his teeth and trembling his fingertips slightly.

He could feel the familiar pressure, like an invisible hand slowly tightening its grip on his throat.

"Hypnosis...are you here to urge me again? Time..."

Devereaux murmured lowly, his eyes scanning the surrounding crowd again.

Thoughts surged through Devereaux's mind like a storm, and every step he took seemed like he was struggling in mud.

Going to Mesferos - a place he had never seen before but full of danger - might not be a bad thing.

At least, he will survive.

It was such a simple wish to live, but he felt it was as difficult as crawling out of the abyss.

Something is going to happen here soon.

Devereaux could almost smell the sickening smell of blood.

In the coming massacre, his intuition told him that he would be one of the victims.

He clenched his fists, and the stinging pain from his nails digging into his palms made him wake up a little.

"It's good to be alive...even if it's in another way."

He took a deep breath and glanced at the door that appeared out of thin air involuntarily.

Devereaux paused for a moment, and he looked back at Lupine, who was still explaining passionately at the booth, and the crowd with excited and curious faces.

His throat was dry, as if a stone had lodged itself in it.

He walked to the tool box he carried with him and dug out the parchment and quill, his movements quick but precise.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

The pen tip moved rapidly on the parchment, and his handwriting was as clean and neat as ever. Only the slightly trembling strokes exposed his inner struggle.

After finishing writing, he stared at one of the notes with complicated eyes, as if he was competing with himself.

Finally, he folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

Another piece of paper, he walked quickly towards Lu Ping, and took advantage of the break in his road show to gently hand over the note.

Lupine took it with a puzzled look on his face, and just as he was about to speak, Devereaux interrupted him with a raised eyebrow, indicating that he would look at it later.

"Don't ask, don't stop me."

His eyes seemed to say.

Then, Devereaux turned around, walked decisively off the booth, and walked toward the door.

Lu Ping looked at the enthusiastic reaction of the audience and tried his best to focus on the presentation, while his tone remained full.

"As you can see, this agent has great potential for practical applications. We have already begun to explore the possibility of using it for other lycanthropy diseases, which may benefit more patients in the future."

His powerful voice attracted more reporters to raise their cameras, and spotlights came and went, making it a visual feast.

However, Lupine kept glancing in the direction of the booth unconsciously from the corner of his eye, and the departing figure of Devereaux had completely disappeared.

"You brat, you are so mysterious, what are you doing again?"

Lupine muttered inwardly, but remained calm on the outside.

He touched the note in his pocket, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.

At the same time, the discussion in the audience was very lively.

Someone stood up and shouted excitedly.

"This potion is so amazing! Hogwarts is indeed a pioneer in exploration in the magical world!"

Some people frowned and thought.

"Can Sirius grass really be grown on a large scale? Are its medicinal properties stable?"

Lupine patiently answered every question and cleverly led the topic to Hogwarts' investment in potion research and future plans.

The audience's attention was firmly attracted by Lu Ping's wonderful road show, and the lively discussions and flashing camera lights made the entire booth lively.

Devereaux's departure did not attract much attention, except for one person - Fleur Delacour.

She frowned slightly and locked her eyes on Devereux's back.

He was acting so strange just now. First he was stunned, then he seemed to have seen something terrible, his face instantly turned pale, and finally he left without warning.

What concerned her most was the direction in which he left. She didn't know why she always felt as if she had forgotten something in that direction.

There were ripples of uneasiness in Fu Rong's heart.

She recalled Devereaux's expression just now, which seemed to be suppressing some fear and struggle.

That kind of emotion is not like pure nervousness, but more like facing some irresistible fate.

She glanced around and found that everyone was focused on Lupin's display and completely ignored Devereux's abnormality.

Taking advantage of the excitement, Fleur moved her steps gently and quietly left the booth.

She nimbly bypassed the crowd and quickly found the hidden path she had sneaked out of before based on her memory of the exhibition venue.

"We can't let him escape this time."

She gritted her teeth, quickened her pace, and looked firmly in the direction where Devereaux disappeared.

In the corner of the bunk, a professor was flexibly turning a gold coin with his fingertips, with a proud smile on his face.

He whispered to himself, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

"Haha, I didn't expect to meet a scammer who gave me money. I will go back to France in two days. Even if he loses, he can't ask me for debt. What's more... I won."

After that, he casually put the gold coins into the pocket on his waist, as if he was extremely satisfied with his luck.

The moment he raised his head, a silver-white figure flashed past the crowd, easily bypassed the crowd of onlookers, and ran toward a remote area at the edge of the exhibition venue.

Professor Le Verrier frowned. The iconic long silver hair was all too familiar - it was the most eye-catching girl in their team, Fleur!

He immediately realized that the child had sneaked out again, and without hesitation walked quickly to Madame Maxime to report.

"Madam! Fleur ran out again!"

Madame Maxime was staring intently at the Hogwarts booth screen where Lupine was showing off the Wolfsbane potion.

When she heard this, she frowned, then sighed helplessly, and moved her gaze from the screen to Professor Le Verrier.

"Oh my God, this child! I wouldn't have brought her here if her grandmother hadn't asked her again and again. It's so uncomfortable."

She paused, rubbed her temples, and sounded tired.

"Okay, Professor Le Verrier, please catch her back, quickly!"

Professor Le Verrier bowed immediately after hearing this, with a hint of helplessness and a bit of seriousness on his lips.

"At your service, ma'am."

After saying that, he quickly chased in the direction where Fleur disappeared, his cloak setting off an arc behind him.

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"Devereux!"

Fleur's voice seemed weak and urgent in the noisy booth area.

She pushed aside the crowd and ran in the direction where Devereaux disappeared in her memory. She was a little anxious, but she didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of attracting the attention of others.

She came to a gray brick wall where they had briefly talked.

There were several old wooden boxes piled in the corner, and the air was filled with a faint smell of dust.

Fleur looked around, her eyes carefully scanning every corner where someone might be hiding, but she didn't find Devereux.

"It's strange, he obviously ran this way..."

Fleur murmured to herself, frowning slightly.

She subconsciously reached for the wand at her waist, mentally debating whether to cast a searching spell.

Just as she pulled out her wand and was about to recite the spell, a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Fleur?"

She turned around suddenly, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

I saw the blond boy leaning against the wall, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. His brown eyes were as clear as lake water in the sun, but there was a hint of exhaustion.

"What? Looking for me?"

Devereux asked softly, with a hint of joking in his tone, but unable to hide some deep emotion.

Fleur's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated for a moment, but she quickly adjusted her breathing and showed a faint smile, trying to hide her panic.

"What else could it be because of?"

She asked back, her tone relaxed, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

She took a step forward and looked at Devereux's face carefully.

He looked paler than usual, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a shadow.

"Just now...I saw that your face didn't look good. What happened?"

Fleur asked cautiously, her tone full of concern.

Hearing this, Devereaux's Adam's apple moved slightly, but he did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and avoided Fleur's gaze, as if he was trying to organize his words or suppressing something.

"Devereux?"

Fleur couldn't help but call out again, her tone a little more urgent.

After a moment of silence, Devereux finally raised his head and looked directly at Fleur.

His eyes were so complex that it was difficult for Fleur to interpret them for a moment, like the ocean in a storm, mixed with sadness, struggle and a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

"Hibiscus,"

His voice was low and slow, as if every word was carefully thought out.

"How...do you feel about me?"

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