Chapter 282
Karkaroff paused for a moment, with a sinister look in his eyes, and then continued.
"Then I will report it now! The Hogwarts representative team is plagiarizing our core technology!"
When Devereux heard that Karkaroff still spoke harshly before leaving, a sneer appeared on his lips, with disdain in his tone.
"It's better to keep your swill recipe for yourself. We at Hogwarts don't need this kind of thing."
Karkaroff's face instantly turned livid, and when he was about to retort, he was interrupted by an angry shout.
"Okay! Shut up!"
Barty Crouch's voice was thunderous, the anger on his face almost overflowing, and his eyes flicked back and forth between Devereux and Karkaroff.
"This event is to promote the exchange of potions in the world. It is not for you two famous schools in the magic world to mess around here!"
His words were cold and hard, carrying unquestionable pressure.
"If I see you doing anything to intensify conflicts again, then don't blame me, the Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, for being rude!"
After Crouch finished speaking, he took a step forward unceremoniously, pushed Karkaroff's shoulder, and drove him and his followers back to his booth.
Karkaroff looked unwilling, but due to Crouch's identity and majesty, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
Before he left, he gave Devereux a hard look, as if he wanted to keep this shame in his heart.
"I'm waiting for your magic potion! I want to see if you have any good medicine or some swill!"
As Durmstrang and his party left, the tense atmosphere finally eased.
Lupine breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders slightly.
He turned his head and looked at Devereaux with admiration in his eyes.
"That's awesome, Devereaux,"
Lupine couldn't help but give a thumbs up, with an exclamation in his tone.
"I didn't expect you actually knew the formula of their potion! How did you do it?"
Devereaux smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.
He raised his fingers and pointed at his eyes, his tone relaxed.
"You'll know it just by looking at it."
Hearing this, Lu Ping's face was filled with suspicion.
"There has to be a limit to your nonsense, right? The formula is a top secret. How can you know it just by looking at it?"
Devereaux rolled his eyes lazily and put on a "you don't understand" look.
"I lied to you about a Hippogriff."
He could really tell the opponent's potion formula and brewing method at a glance. After all, he was the owner of the [Potion Spirit Body], so this kind of thing was simple.
Devereaux glanced at Barty Crouch who was not far away. At this time, the Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department was being troubled by Karkaroff.
Karkaroff's voice was shrill and harsh, and he still complained relentlessly that Hogwarts had "plagiarized" their potion technology.
Crouch's face was livid, and he had obviously lost patience with this endless debate.
"It's endless."
Devereaux murmured in a low voice, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth.
His eyes immediately turned to the tent that Crouch had just come out of.
There was a faint insignia of the Ministry of Magic on the fabric of the tent. It was obvious that the person sitting inside was an important figure in this exhibition.
"It seems that he is really from the Ministry of Magic."
Devereaux touched his chin thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"But who could it be?"
Just as he was thinking about it secretly, a sight made him feel something strange.
He turned his head subconsciously and his eyes fell in the direction of Beauxbatons' booth.
It was a silver-haired girl who was standing quietly by the booth, looking at Devereux curiously.
Her hair was as soft and bright as the moonlight, hanging down on both sides of her shoulders, and her blue-gray eyes had a hint of agility, as if they could see through people's hearts.
Devereaux raised his eyebrows slightly and studied her face carefully.
She looked a few years older than me, probably in the third or fourth grade.
Her facial features are exquisite and almost perfect, and her movements carry an elegance and charm that belies her age.
In other words... it's a special attraction.
Devereaux frowned, feeling confused.
It may be strange to use "opposite sex charm" to describe a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, but this feeling is too clear to ignore, like an innate magical trait.
"Some kind of magical ability?"
Devereaux guessed secretly.
He vaguely felt that this attraction was unnatural, but what exactly was it...
"Vela?"
Devereux had an idea in his mind, which was the Beauxbatons warrior Fleur who appeared in the original work.
She has the blood of Veela, so she has a charm of the opposite sex that ordinary people cannot match. It is considered a kind of racial talent. She probably has such an entry in her body.
The girl seemed to notice Devereux's gaze, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a polite but somewhat cunning smile.
Devereaux nodded to her as a response, and then withdrew his gaze.
He didn't think much about it, after all, all he could think about at the moment was the time turner and Snape.
Those were what he really cared about, not the strange charms of a strange girl.
As for the Veela bloodline, well, Devereaux is really not very interested in this ability. After all, this ability seems to be reserved for men only.
Then Devereaux loaded this entry, wouldn’t it be...
Huh——
Shaking his head, Devereaux pushed the terrible thought out of his mind.
Deverot suddenly felt a strong sense of sleepiness, and his eyelids began to fight involuntarily.
He yawned, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.
Lupin noticed his state and said with concern.
"Deverot, do you want to sleep for a while now? I see that the venue has not been completely set up yet, and it will probably take dozens of minutes for the exhibition to officially start. There should be enough time."
Deverot shook his head, and a stubborn smile rose at the corner of his mouth.
"No, I'm fine, I can hold on."
Lupin did not give up and continued to persuade.
"Don't be stubborn! It's better to take a nap now than to be unable to hold on during the presentation later. You don't want to doze off in front of so many people, do you?"
Deverot rolled his eyes when he heard this, with a bit of helplessness in his tone.
"Lupin, can't you trust my professionalism? I'm not the kind of person who lets things down."
Lupin spread his hands and said nothing more, but there was still some worry in his eyes.
However——
"Deverot! Wake up, the exhibition has begun!"
A quick shake pulled Deverot back from his sleep.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around confusedly, only to see Lupin staring at him anxiously, and the exhibition hall was already crowded with people.
Deverot blinked and took a few seconds to realize the scene in front of him.
The exhibition has officially begun, and the booths are crowded with visitors from all over the world.
People of different skin colors and languages shuttled through the venue, enthusiastically discussing various novel potions and technologies.
It can be said that the red flags were flying and the crowds were huge!
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