Chapter 319

I don't know how long it took, but Fleur suddenly whispered in his ear.

"Haha, you are so powerful."

There was a bit of ridicule in her tone, but it was more relaxed and warm.

Devereaux suddenly opened his arms and took a step back, as if he had woken up from a dream.

"Sorry, I..."

A rare blush appeared on his face, and there was a bit of embarrassment in his eyes.

Fleur struggled lightly and got out of his arms.

She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes a little cunning and a little soft.

The two looked at each other for a while, then both looked away in unison, with a faint blush on their faces.

Devereux coughed slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Fleur looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. The blush on her face had not completely faded, but there was a hint of naughtiness in her smile.

"Haha, so, has Devereux's 'patient' been cured?"

She deliberately lengthened the word "patient" and her tone was brisk and a bit teasing.

Devereaux was stunned for a moment, then showed a knowing smile, and his eyes fell softly on Fleur.

"Thank you, Fleur. I feel like my life was not in vain."

Fleur was startled for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smiled even brighter.

"What are you talking about? Didn't the teacher just say that you invented those potions? With those things, how can you say your life was in vain?"

Devero followed her gaze in the direction of the booth, a complex emotion flashing across his eyes.

He shook his head slightly and whispered.

"No, that's not my achievement..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed the topic as if he realized something.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and approached Fleur's cheek gently but quickly.

Before she could react, his fingers had already brushed across the side of her face, as if taking something off.

"Devereux, what are you doing?"

Fleur was stunned for a moment, blinking and looking at him with confusion in her tone.

Devereux didn't answer immediately, just looked down at the thing in his hand.

A glimmer of green light flashed between his fingers. The light was fleeting, as if it was the afterimage of some kind of magic.

He raised his head and handed the object in his hand to Fleur.

It was an exquisite green hairpin, shaped like a slightly curled leaf, with fine golden lines inlaid on the surface, giving off a faint luster in the sunlight.

"This is?"

Fleur took the hairpin and looked down at it carefully.

"An alchemical item,"

Devereaux's tone was calm and serious.

"At a critical moment, I can save your life."

When Fleur heard this, she couldn't help laughing.

"Save your life? We are in Diagon Alley, the most prosperous and safest place in Britain. Where is the danger?"

Her tone was relaxed, and she clearly didn't take his words seriously.

But she didn't refuse, she casually put the hairpin in her hair, adjusted the position, then posed, and turned to look at Devereaux.

"How's it going? Does it look good?"

Devereaux looked at her with a soft smile in his eyes.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Very nice."

Devereux's expression suddenly became complicated, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

He looked down at Fleur, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had something unspeakable to say.

"Fu Rong, actually... I lied to you, I wasn't -"

"Oh, little Fleur, we should go back!"

A brisk voice suddenly interrupted Devereux's words.

Fleur was startled and turned her head suddenly, only to see a man wearing a dark robe standing not far away.

He was about fifty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were gentle but with a hint of cunning, and he raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Le Verrier!"

Fleur exclaimed, with unconcealable panic in her voice.

"When did you come?!"

Her face suddenly turned as red as a ripe apple, even so red that she could bleed.

Professor Le Verrier raised the brim of his hat slightly and looked at the two people with a smile.

"When did you come? Probably... from the beginning, hahaha."

When Fleur heard this, she couldn't hold back any longer. She stamped her feet in embarrassment. Then she hid behind Devereaux, revealing only a pair of watery eyes. She peeked at the professor cautiously, like a bird that had been discovered. bunny.

"Professor, how could you eavesdrop on other people's conversations!"

She said angrily, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Professor Le Verrier didn't seem to care, and still smiled warmly.

"Oh, I wasn't eavesdropping, I was just passing by by chance."

He blinked, obviously not wanting to explain more.

However, in stark contrast to Fleur's embarrassment, Devereaux seemed exceptionally quiet.

He looked past the professor and landed in a certain direction in the distance. His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was observing something.

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