As the voice of Devereux faded, the entire exhibition area was instantly blanketed by a dense hail of gunfire. A storm of bullets poured down, sending shattered debris and flying sparks scattering in all directions.
"Damn it! So thin-skinned when someone talks trash!"
He cursed softly, ducking low and executing a swift roll to take cover behind a pillar near the Beauxbatons exhibition booth.
Chapter 337