Chapter 350

He walked straight to a corner of the booth, next to a green box as tall as a person. The surface of the box glowed with a faint magical luster, which looked like some kind of protective seal.

Deverot raised his hand and gently brushed his fingertips across the surface of the box. As he moved, the surface of the box began to slowly dissipate, and the green light turned into countless thin silk threads, like a ball of thread that had escaped from a loom and dissipated in the air.

Finally, all the silk threads shrank into an exquisite hairpin and fell steadily into Deverot's palm.

"Deverot! I thought you were dead!"

Deverot looked up and saw Furong running over with tears in her eyes, her face full of joy after surviving a disaster.

She rushed to Deverot without hesitation, opening her arms to give him a hug.

However, just as she was about to get close, Deverot quickly raised his hands and pressed her shoulders firmly.

His expression was extremely serious, and there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

"Furong, I'm sorry, now is not the time to reminisce. I need the note you gave me before. Is it still with you?"

Furong was stunned for a moment, obviously caught off guard by his calmness and sudden request, but she quickly reacted and reached out to take out a neatly folded note from the small pocket on her waist.

"This?"

She handed over the note with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Deveraud took the note and whispered.

"Thank you."

Then he took out a pen from his bosom and quickly added a few strokes on the note.

His movements were precise and quick, as if he had already thought of everything in his mind.

After finishing, he folded the note again and handed it back to Furong.

His tone softened a little, but it still revealed an unquestionable firmness.

"Furong, as before, please give me this note next time you see me, okay?"

Furong took the note, and as soon as she clenched it, she slightly raised her chin and stared straight at Deveraud.

She opened her arms, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Your behavior just now makes people feel uncomfortable."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment, then showed a helpless smile.

His eyes were slightly drooping, as if he was avoiding Fleur's gaze, but he also revealed a hint of complex emotions.

He stepped back and pulled away a little, his voice low but sincere.

"Sorry, Fleur. I... I'm just afraid that if I really do this, I will do something... irrational."

His tone was mixed with hesitation and contradiction, as if hiding some deep struggle.

However, before Fleur could speak, a voice with a hint of sarcasm came from behind him.

"Heh, if you dare to do this, Dumbledore might have one less student."

Madam Maxime's words were in that unique French accent, and the tail tone was slightly raised, which seemed to be both teasing and reminding.

She leaned back in her chair, looking at Deveraux with a meaningful smile on her face.

After hearing this, Deveraux could only smile bitterly and shook his head.

He looked up at Furong again, and saw that her pretty face was slightly frowned, and she was obviously not satisfied with his retreat.

But she didn't say anything more after all, just sighed and put the note back into her waist pocket.

"Okay, just give this to you, right?"

Her tone was somewhat compromising, but also mixed with impatience.

Deveraux nodded, his voice low and gentle.

"Yes, thank you for your trouble, Furong."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but at this moment, Furong spoke again, with a barely perceptible urgency in her tone.

"So... the 'will die' you just said, is it related to this matter? Will you die if you leave this time?"

Deveraux was slightly stunned, and then showed a teasing smile.

He turned his head, shrugged lightly, and said.

"Of course not, I won't die. As long as you give me the note, I will definitely survive. So--"

He said, suddenly opening his arms exaggeratedly, as if he was performing on stage, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"I'm giving you my life, Furong!"

Furong was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on Devereux's face with a bit of a smirk.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers gently grasped the note in her pocket, and the force seemed to be a little tighter than before.

She raised her head, her eyes were more stubborn and serious, her voice trembled slightly, but with an unrejectable tone.

"If that's true, you know what I'm going to do... You owe me a hug."

Deverreux's smile froze slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He looked at Furong quietly, without rushing to respond.

Furong bit her lip, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, but she continued to speak, but her voice was a little firmer than before.

"I want you to be harder than last time, understand? If you are going to do something that might kill you this time."

Although her tone was tough, her slightly flushed cheeks revealed her shyness and anticipation at the moment.

Deverot was silent for a moment, then raised a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, and a soft light appeared in his eyes.

He nodded and said softly.

"Okay."

After that, he turned and left the Beauxbatons booth, with steady and brisk steps.

Just as he stepped out of the booth, the voice of Madame Maxime with a strong French accent suddenly came from behind him, mixed with a little surprise and curiosity.

"Last time?! Fleur! What does this mean?"

--

"So, what did you see?"

Crouch frowned and looked at the man in front of him with his eyes wrapped in gauze and said.

At this time, they were in a safe place specially prepared for the awakened people who were transformed into golden eagles in the exhibition hall, and there were two tall wizards standing beside them.

At this time, the first person who woke up had settled down and had no extreme behavior. It should be considered a normal communication situation.

However, Crouch still prepared two bodyguards beside him to prevent this person from losing control again.

He deliberately moved the carved oak chair he was sitting on back half a foot-this distance can not only observe the gauze oozing blood on the man's face, but also be enough for the two wizards behind him to react in time.

Hearing the question asked by Crouch, he trembled all over again.

"..."

His voice was very small, and Crouch couldn't hear it clearly at all.

Then Crouch moved closer and asked again.

"Sorry, your voice was too soft just now. I couldn't hear you clearly. Can you say it again?"

The man raised his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly, and began to tremble slightly.

"Horn..."

The moment the syllable appeared, Crouch thought he had heard it wrong, and his face showed a trace of confusion.

But before Crouch could ask further questions, the man's eyes suddenly widened (although Crouch couldn't see his eyes at all, he had this feeling), full of unconcealable fear and madness.

He pounced on Crouch, grabbed the other's throat with both hands, and screamed hysterically.

"Horn! Horn! Horn!"

"He is coming out from there!!!"

(Happy New Year to all the masters! This book has been updated since the end of October, and it has been nearly 100 days now. I can stick to it thanks to the follow-up and encouragement of all the masters. I am really grateful. I will try my best to write more interesting in the future. Thank you for your support!)

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