The liquor splattered, and a large amount of residual wine trickled down the blonde hair of the proud man who called himself Sean but refused to even give his last name, and little by little stained the expensive gown, and dripped down along the place where the robe was most likely to accumulate moisture, making the wizard who had been the focus of Alan's shouts look extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was Allen's words or the cup of poisoned wine that had spilled made him even more embarrassed.

Moreover, Allen's figure who left angrily at the moment had already made a sufficient explanation for that sentence, and most of the wizards present looked at him with strange eyes at the moment - no way, it is quite a strange thing for a well-dressed wizard to go over and talk to a wizard in England, and the sentence that Alan gave just now is obviously enough to explain why there are well-dressed guys looking for him.

This is a naked black pot, or the kind that can't be cleaned.

At this moment, no matter how much explanation he spoke, it was extremely pale, and that slander alone gave him no reason to continue to stay at this ball - whether it was looking at her strange eyes, or looking at her with a somewhat happy look, it made Sean feel that the cup of poisoned wine poured on him was not only a simple insult, but also an act of eroding his clothes and putting the whole thing in the middle of the banquet.

After staring angrily at the guy named Allen, who ran to the door after pouring out a glass of wine, as if he had proved with his actions that he didn't want to stay in a room with someone like him, Sean gritted his teeth and walked towards the exit on the other side, and the killing intent in his heart almost boiled.

How dare he! He should slander him with such a despicable act on such an occasion!

Sean almost completely faux pas rejected the Ministry of Magic personnel who were about to take him to change his clothes, and at the first moment of leaving the magical limits, he brazenly activated the apparition and arrived at the wooden house where they had discussed the matter.

At this moment, the smug discussion in the room did not even stop.

“... Even if Dumbledore took that poison himself, it would not be able to be suppressed at all if it was to attack on the day of the game - Master Christine's recent research on the strength of the Philosopher's Stone was not touted, just that little ghost, if it weren't for the fact that this time the stakes were high and those families wanted to retaliate, how could he be worthy of this level of ......"

"Sean, why are you back? That little imp drank the medicine, right?"

The questioner responded with an angry spell that smashed the chair into pieces of wood after the questioner quickly dodged.

Sean's eyes were a little bloodshot, "Don't mention the poison to me - who swore that he would never be discovered, all I had to do was to make sure he really drank the poisoned wine?"

"Impossible! He's just a recent graduate at most, and even if he does well in the herb class, there's absolutely no way he'll find those almost colorless and odorless poisons!"

"But the problem now is that he's found out!" Sean's tone was a bit fanatical, "that bastard, that bastard poured the wine right in my face in front of everyone, and I can't make any rebuttals!

"No—" A familiar voice sounded in Sean's body, and then he felt a force in his chest that seemed to tear him apart, "I'm going to die, what do you want an antidote, uh-yes, I'll try to do it as quickly as possible, Mr. Sean." ”

Allen's shadow slowly flowed out of Sean's body along with the voice—"Just for the reason you sent me here so quickly." ”

The Scythe of the Shadow Stream, Kai Yin, the Shadow of the Rift, activated.