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Devereaux looked at Lupine with a surprised look on his face.

"So you reported the situation here to the principal this morning?"

Lu Ping didn't look back, his hands were busy adjusting the position of the display stand, but his tone was relaxed.

"Of course, how could you not tell the principal about such a big thing? But I didn't use an owl, I borrowed a house elf from the Leaky Cauldron."

He stopped what he was doing, turned his head and added.

"I didn't expect that there was a house elf in the Leaky Cauldron. Originally, I thought I could only use an owl to send messages, but the elf offered to help, and it was quite efficient. Tom was also very enthusiastic. Not only did he allow me to borrow it, but he also Free shipping. What a great guy!”

Devereaux raised his eyebrows after hearing this.

"Did the principal reply?"

Lupine shook his head and continued playing with the samples.

"Not yet, but I think he'll reply soon. Okay, Devereux, give me the projector."

Devereux looked at the black box on the ground and frowned slightly in confusion.

"No, we wizards have also started using PPT?"

Hearing this, Lu Ping raised his head, his face full of confusion.

"What PPT?"

"It's what Muggles use to show slides."

Devereux explained casually, handing the huge black box to Lupin.

Lupine took the box and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he was surprised to finally know something that Devereux didn't know.

"This is not a Muggle slideshow tool. This is a projector that Professor McGonagall has used the Transfiguration Technique. It can project our experimental process three-dimensionally, making you completely immersive. It is very practical, but the production cost is too high. Professor McGonagall made this thing herself, and the professor went to her specifically for help two weeks ago. "

Only then did Devereux remember that Professor McGonagall had indeed demonstrated similar magic props in the Transfiguration class.

At that time, she used this kind of projector to show some cases of human body deformation failure. Those three-dimensional images were lifelike and left a deep impression on people.

"I didn't expect that this kind of thing could be used in demonstration experiments,"

Devereux muttered, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"The professor knows how to make use of resources."

Devereaux stood aside, watching Lupine concentrate on installing the projector, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

To be honest, Devereux didn't want to doubt Blackwood.

After all, that person is a seasoned professional, and they have worked together several times before, so they are familiar with each other.

What's more, on the surface, Blackwood and Snape seemed to have a good relationship.

"Maybe it's just a joke between the Professor and Blackwood?"

He comforted himself secretly.

At this moment, a tall figure walked by.

Devereaux looked up and saw that it was Beauxbatons' headmistress, Madame Maxime.

She was as powerful as ever, wearing a gorgeous robe and a silver-rimmed cloak on her shoulders, showing elegance and majesty in her expression.

Devereux couldn't help but murmur in his mind.

"Hey, why doesn't Principal Dumbledore come to this occasion? The principals of other schools in Europe personally lead the team, but the principal of our host country didn't show up. It's really speechless."

He sighed, but quickly realized that complaining now would do nothing.

Since the principal is not here, the students and professors can only do their best to do their own thing.

Devereux shook his head and returned his attention to the task at hand.

While using magic spells to help Lupine arrange the display items neatly, he glanced around with his peripheral vision, trying to find Tom.

Speaking of which, it wasn't that he didn't want to use his perception to explore the entire venue to find Tom. The most important thing was that he was too sleepy. When his mental power was relatively lacking, his perception often couldn't expand that much.

Especially at this time, the exhibition hall is really huge.

The booth layout is soon coming to an end.

Although they have three products to display, fortunately with the help of Professor McGonagall's projector, many complex experimental processes can be displayed through three-dimensional images, saving a lot of energy.

Devereaux looked down at the watch on his wrist. It was already a little after eight in the morning.

He breathed a sigh of relief and thought: "Fortunately, it's not too late."

Devereux and Lupine finally had a moment of respite. They found a corner to sit down and take a short rest.

The booth has been set up, and now we just need to wait for the exchange meeting to officially start.

Devereux was relaxing on the back of his chair, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at a platform not far away that was specially raised.

There was a small tent standing on the platform, with the curtains tightly closed, giving off a somewhat mysterious atmosphere.

At this moment, several figures walked into the tent quietly, their movements quick and stealthy.

Those people wrapped themselves tightly, as if they were afraid of being recognized.

Devereaux squinted his eyes and observed carefully, then suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Tonks?"

He muttered something under his breath.

Although the other party wore a cloak and covered himself very tightly, the familiar figure and pace could not be hidden from Devereaux's eyes.

That man was exactly the same as Tonks in terms of height, body shape, and walking posture.

However, what seemed strange to Devereaux was that Tonks actually exuded an unfamiliar scent of potion.

He had never come into contact with this kind of smell before. It was a bit pungent, but it was mixed with a hint of indescribable sweetness, which made people feel uneasy.

Deveraux's eyes stayed in front of the tent for a moment, and then glanced at the other people.

He didn't know them. They were obviously not teachers or students of Hogwarts. They might be some important people that Tonks was responsible for protecting.

"It should be someone sent by the Ministry of Magic."

He thought to himself.

Deveraux twisted his neck and didn't care. Anyway, they didn't plan to participate in any social activities. As soon as they were over, they would immediately return to Hogwarts.

He was leaning on the chair to take a short rest when a figure suddenly approached, breaking their brief peace.

"Hey, isn't this the delegation from Hogwarts? How come there is a teacher and a student?"

The voice was obviously teasing and provocative.

Deveraux raised his head and his eyes fell on the newcomer.

He was tall and thin, his eyes under his thick eyebrows looked a little gloomy, and his hooked nose, which was quite similar to Snape, was even more impressive.

"Karkaroff."

Deverot muttered in his heart. The man in front of him was Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang.

Without saying anything, Deverot opened the other party's panel.

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[Name: Igor Karkaroff]

[Age: 59 years old]

[Spell Library: Imperius (Mastery), Disapparition (Mastery)...]

[Entries: Curse Master (Gold), Magic Talent (Purple), Informer (Purple)]

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[Curse Master (Gold): You have an unusual talent for dark magic. You master all kinds of magic that hurt others very quickly. In addition, with the influence of the educational environment, you have become one of the few curse masters in the world. 】

[Informer (purple): You are an informer, afraid of retaliation, so try not to show your black magic ability, which makes your black magic ability gradually decline]

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