Chapter 373

Just before Devereux was about to read Muhammad's memory, the crowd near the side door of the exhibition hall was still stunned by the scene in front of them.

They looked down at the gold foil flowing under their feet. The smooth golden material silently covered the entire ground, spreading like a tide, swallowing up the original bricks and dust inch by inch.

At the same time, the experience of the fat man from the Statistics Association was still vivid in their minds.

These wizards thought they were knowledgeable. After all, they had been working in the magic world for many years. They had witnessed the magical opening ceremony of the Quidditch World Cup, the grand ceremony of wizard organizations in various countries, and even the reign of terror of the Dark Lord.

However, the changes in the exhibition hall at this moment were far beyond their understanding.

This was not something an ordinary wizard could do-

Several football fields were completely covered with gold foil in an instant.

All the edges and corners of the buildings were "smoothed" and turned into perfect round shapes.

Those monsters that had been rampant in the field... seemed to be wiped out from reality in an instant.

Silence, deathly silence.

The exhibition hall, which was filled with panic, screams, and battle roars just now, suddenly became eerily quiet.

There were no monsters, no magic explosions, and even the restless magic in the air calmed down, as if the entire space was reshaped by an absolute force at this moment.

"What... did we... just experience?"

Someone whispered in a low voice, with an unstoppable tremor in his voice.

Even those who had survived the Dark Lord had never seen such a strange and overwhelming magic.

They didn't even know if this could still be called magic, because the control it showed was completely superior to all the spells they knew.

The calmest people present - such as Madame Maxime and Fleur, could not hide their shock on their faces at this moment.

"He... has this ability, why... didn't he use it earlier?"

Fleur's voice was as light as a wisp of wind, with an unbelievable muttering.

Madam Maxime did not answer. She just frowned slightly and stared at the golden land with a heavy gaze, as if she wanted to see through the dazzling golden light to see the real trump card of Deveraux.

After a short silence, Lovegood stood up suddenly.

His movements were too hasty, and he even knocked over several chairs beside him, but he didn't care at all. With a fanatical light in his eyes, he looked straight in the direction of Deveraux.

"I said it before - the Dark Lord has no ill will towards us!"

His voice echoed in the empty exhibition hall, and every word was inciting.

"We must unite around him! This is the right choice!"

His words were like a spark, instantly igniting the restlessness in the crowd.

Compared with the previous hesitation and fear, more people began to approach Lovegood at this moment. They whispered and a look of almost piety appeared on their faces.

They were not stupid, they were just shocked by what had just happened.

Deveraux's move made everyone see the fact that this boy possessed a terrifying power that was above everything else.

Not only did he control incomprehensible magic, he also protected them in public.

The death of the fat man was another warning that questioning him was foolish and deadly.

So the crowd began to move in the direction of Deveraux.

However, in this wave of enthusiasm, Furong did not follow.

Her eyes were fixed on Deveraux, and she noticed that the wand in his hand was pointing straight at an object on the ground - a glass cover with a metal face sealed inside.

Deveraux's expression gradually became gloomy, cold, and even... strange at this moment.

He stood there like a sculpture, his black robe casting a deep shadow under the brilliance of the gold foil.

But Furong always felt that the man in front of her seemed to be different from the Deveraux she knew before.

She clenched the note in her hand. It was the one Devereux had stuffed in her hand before. The edge of the paper had been slightly wrinkled by her.

The uneasiness in her heart began to surge, and she couldn't ignore it.

Madame Maxime beside her seemed to notice her strangeness and whispered teasingly.

"Why, you are so fascinated by him after just a few minutes of not seeing him?"

Fleur came back to her senses and rolled her eyes lightly to hide her doubts, but she held the note in her hand a little tighter.

She looked away and stopped staring at Devereux's face, her tone slightly low.

"... something's wrong."

Fleur's voice had just fallen, and the sudden movement startled her.

They watched a twisted monster crawl out of the ruins of the Hogwarts booth.

The scarlet eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light under the reflection of the gold foil.

The limbs twisted like a spider or a wolf, and the claws scraped the ground deeply, splashing fine gold flakes.

The monster's target was undoubtedly Deveraux!

At this time, the crowd finally realized that the inside of the exhibition hall was not safe at all!

Even if the gold foil sealed all possible new entrances, those frightening monsters still had an entrance, and that entrance was in the Hogwarts booth at the beginning!

And Deveraux... he was still standing there, motionless.

He was still staring at the glass cover on the ground, his expression gloomy, as if he was immersed in some invisible thoughts, and he didn't even move a step.

"Get out of the way!"

There were screams of fear in the crowd, and many people shouted at Deveraux eagerly, trying to draw his attention back.

But he seemed to be deaf to it, and didn't even raise his eyelids.

Everyone's heart was hanging in their throats.

The monster rushed at a very fast speed, and the mouthparts that were strong enough to penetrate metal made a sound of breaking through the air in the air. It was about to pounce on Deveraux's back-

Bang!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the monster exploded into pieces in mid-air!

The flesh and blood were scattered, and the limbs were torn to pieces in the air by the aftermath of the explosion. Even before a wail could be uttered, it disappeared without a trace.

Deveraux didn't even raise his head, and even his standing posture didn't change at all.

His indifference and strength made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, followed by a deafening cheer.

"Dark Lord Wan——"

Lovegood raised his arms and shouted, his voice filled with uncontrollable enthusiasm——

Boom——!

Before he finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently!

The tremor, more terrifying than any previous one, swept across the entire exhibition hall. The gold foil under their feet cracked layer by layer, and the tables, chairs, booths, and beams fell one after another, and dust rose in the air.

And when they raised their heads suddenly, they saw——

A huge beast that was ten times larger than the previous monster tore through the ruins of the Hogwarts booth, crushed the wreckage, and rushed out!

Its flesh and blood seemed to be entangled by countless layers of strange runes, its eyes burned with strange flames, and its limbs were like giant pillars. Every step it took made the entire exhibition hall shaky.

Its breath was suffocating.

The cheers disappeared in an instant.

At this moment, everyone's excitement and enthusiasm were swallowed up by absolute fear.

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