The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 823
After the results of the second round of Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Competition came out, there were not many people in the Barnabus Bar soon. In order to exchange for the gold coins they won, some people continued to bet because they heard that player No. 17 had scored an overwhelming score in the game just now.

Maybe player No. 17 can win the championship, or even win the gold medal.Many wizards who are optimistic about Albert, the dark horse, chose to bet on him to win the final championship.

As for winning the gold medal, it's a bit more difficult.

The "Bullfighting Daily" had to lower Albert's odds again. The odds of the gold medal were only one-third of the original, and the odds of the championship were only one-fifth of the original.Many wizards who hadn't bet in advance were beating their chests.

"What do you think?"

Bud put down the newspaper and looked at Albert who was eating ice cream.

"This game is different from what I thought." Albert has a skill panel, and his understanding of spellcasting techniques is naturally far superior to other wizards.

However, after several consecutive rounds of competition, Albert had doubts about Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell-casting competition.

What is the method of casting a spell?
To put it bluntly, it is the experience and skills of using magic.

however……

Well, the first two rounds did bring Albert a lot of doubts.

After listening to Albert's doubts, Bud put a book in front of Albert with a smile.

"The Barnabus Finkley Method of Conjuring?"

Albert glanced at the title of the book and found that it was actually in Spanish.

"I got this specially for you. It's only in Spanish, but I don't think you'll have trouble reading it!"

"This thickness... I used to watch the deleted version?"

"Yes, all the published ones are abridged editions. This is a reward for the gold medal winners."

Albert quickly wiped out the ice cream in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe his palms, and began to flip through the book in front of him.

In just two hours, Albert simply scanned the book.

What to say?

The book actually works, but it doesn't work either.

Albert used Voldemort's spell-casting technique, and the spell-casting technique recorded in "Barnabus Finkley's Casting Technique" was useless to him, but the ideas provided in the book were useful. With the combination of knowledge, Albert got the desired answer.

However, Albert didn't like it very much.

If you apply this book, it's like putting a shell on yourself.

He was originally free, but now he has to put on a shell to restrain himself. It's ridiculous to think about it, but... Maybe this is the idea of ​​Barnabus Funkley's excellent spell-casting competition!
A clever wizard can see through the opponent's swinging posture and the name of the spell that the opponent wants to use, and make countermeasures in advance.

Therefore, silent spells and wandless magic are an important part of the spellcasting techniques of brilliant wizards.

Albert received high marks in previous performances, not because of how wonderful his performance was, but because all five referees saw that he was proficient in using silent spells and wandless magic.

For the vast majority of adult wizards, this is almost impossible to do.

And why did the middle-aged wizard who was suspected of being an Auror and other wizards get good scores?

In fact, it comes from another aspect, the optimization of the opponent's method.

Each spell waving gesture is fixed, but it doesn't mean that you can't fine-tune it to make your spell casting more smooth and natural.

There is a big difference between using spells in a panic and using spells calmly, and there is also a big difference in the power of spells.

Some wizards have exaggerated movements and arcs in waving their wands. In fact, they are just to make their spellcasting smoother.

However, Albert doubted whether they would dislocate his arm first.

That night, Albert carefully studied his knowledge about Voldemort's spellcasting techniques in his head. He had only mastered many skills and had not studied them in depth.

There is no way, sometimes even its inventor doesn't know the principle of magic. Sometimes it's good to know how to use it. It doesn't make much sense to entangle so much.

However, if Albert wants to win the championship and the gold medal, he has to be willing to spend time on it. The result of divination only represents the final result, and does not mean that he can lie down and win, because the future has not happened yet.

Just as Albert was working hard for the gold medal, a secret meeting was taking place at Bullfighting Daily.

The sudden dark horse made the group who set up the gambling game very anxious.

"You mean, we've already lost more than 5000?" A wizard hiding in the shadows couldn't help asking.

It's no wonder that he was so shocked. Since they started the gambling game, they have basically never lost money.

The one who loses money will always be the one who bets. This is the truth of the game.

"Yes, if No. 17 wins the final championship, we will lose 1.7, and this amount will continue to rise. If No. 17 wins the gold medal, we will lose 4.5." A wizard in charge of statistics told Several people at the meeting reported.

"how is this possible!"

The few wizards in the room were very surprised. You must know that they are the organizers and rarely lose money.

"Many wizards bet on him to win the championship. As for the gold medal, in the early days of our betting, many people were optimistic about No. 17 and bet on him to win the gold medal. At that time, the odds were very high. Later, we lowered the odds three times rate. More and more people will be able to win the gold medal after pressing No. 17."

There was an eerie silence in the conference room.

"Currently, who wins the championship is the most beneficial to us?" Someone asked.

"number 53."

The wizard in charge of the report put a photo on the table. It was Noel, a decadent man who had just graduated from Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"If we only win the championship, we can gain 2.1."

"I see, you continue to count, we need the latest data." The wizard who presided over the secret meeting waved his hand, indicating that the other party can leave.

"Aren't you too nervous? That's just a 16-year-old kid. Don't you think he can really win the gold medal?" Someone finally couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere in the meeting room and said.

This is actually true. Barnabus Finkley is the champion of the excellent spellcasting competition. Winning No.1 is the championship.However, in order to win a gold medal, one needs to be recognized by several referees. This requires not only talent, but also a lot of experience.

There are very few wizards who can win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting before the age of 30, and those winners are all well-known geniuses in the wizarding world.

However, they did not forget that Mr. Anderson was actually a well-known genius in the magic world.After all, the champions of the International Wizarding Chess Tournament and the Magic School Potions Tournament are of a very high standard.

"There are very dangerous signs now, and we have to consider the worst outcome." Someone reminded.

"Can we start from the referee." Someone suggested.

"This is definitely the stupidest thing I've ever heard." An older wizard sneered.

"Then what do you say?"

"Maybe, we can talk to Mr. No. 17. After all, the championship and the gold medal are only a little money. We can..."

"That's impossible. You probably don't know how much Galleons the British guy who brought No. 17 to participate in this game bet on him." Someone shook his head and rejected this bad idea, "On the bright side, there are 550 Galleons Long, and probably more, you know they started betting when we opened, and I even suspect that the original bet money has something to do with the British guy."

"The first batch of bets were all friends of that person." The manager had to remind others, "And they are all very difficult to mess with."

"I'm curious, where does he get his confidence?"

"Just because his name is Bud Brod, the former winner of the Barnabus Finkley Gold Award for Outstanding Spellcasting, and he was only 25 years old when he won the award, I think you should know what it means."

"That NO.17 is his student."

After a brief silence, someone said, "So, he took us for a ride?"

Everyone knows it's just an excuse.

"Maybe, we can make him miss the last game." Someone suggested, "It's not that difficult, is it?"

There has never been a similar case in the past, and most of the time the "Bullfighting Daily" will not lose money.

However, this time a ruthless person came and directly stunned them.

"Everyone, I must remind you that if this kind of thing fails, there will be serious consequences." The representative from the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't help but said, "At that time, it will not only be a matter of a little money."

"A little money, you tell me it's a little money?" Someone screamed extremely corruptly.

"Yes, it's just a little money for the entire "Bullfighting Daily". You have to know that once it is exposed, it's really over, it's really over, do you understand what I mean? Don't expect to do such a stupid thing. The Ministry of Magic will help you find out."

Kidnapping a player is absolutely stupid.

If you want to manipulate the outcome of the game, you should usually solve the problem by buying the referee.

However, the referees of most major competitions are actually quite fair, especially those who are very old, and it is basically impossible to buy them.

As for buying No. 17, that's even more impossible.

He is only 16 years old, at the age of youthful vigor and fear of nothing.

Once the negotiation collapses and the other party reveals the matter, the problem will become bigger.

Young people can't bear a little grievance, let alone a genius full of pride.

The room fell into an eerie dead silence again.

……

Hughes Knowlton thinks that he is not a good person. He has no serious job and can only make a living by petty theft. Breaking into empty houses and reselling smuggled goods are the things he does most often.

For this reason, Yi Hughes spent a lot of time in prison.

However, he found that the latest time was particularly short. He thought he would be squatting for a month, but he didn't expect to be released in a week.

Before Yi Hughes had time to be happy, someone came to his door.

For gold's sake.

Yi Hughes drank a bottle of compound potion and pretended to be a foreigner and sneaked into Barnabus Bar. His task was to disqualify an underage wizard from tomorrow's competition.

Well, even if you don't have to think about it, you know who is looking for you.

And, the weirdest part of the mission was having one of the contestants drink a vial of Felix Felicia.

Yes, give the players Felicia.

In any competition, the use of Felicity Elixir is prohibited, and once discovered, it will be directly disqualified from the competition.

I have to say that the guy who came up with this method is really a genius.

Even if No. 17 really won the championship and the gold medal in the end, and it was exposed that he suspected of using Felicity Elixir, and then it was detected that the other party did indeed use the Felicity Elixir, the championship and the gold medal would naturally have nothing to do with him. "

As for Albert Anderson's reputation, what did it matter to them?

They even consoled themselves confidently and said: This is revenge for Bud Brod's plucking their wool.

However, the plan was good, but the wrong person was picked.

Yi Hughes has not figured out what happened so far. He remembers that he sneaked into Mr. Anderson's room before dawn and released some hypnotic gas into it, preparing to give Mr. Anderson Fuling agent.

However, when he opened the door to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in potion, Yi Hughes found that his memory had become blurred. When he woke up in a daze, he found himself tied to a chair up, while his target was yawning and eyeing him with a very odd expression.

Last night, when Albert was about to go to bed, the panel suddenly triggered a new task.

Well, now he already knew the reason for triggering the mission. The guy in front of him was the passenger he met when he came out of Bud's room.

"I think the guy who came up with this method is simply a genius." Albert was not angry, and fiddled with the Felicity Elixir seized from the other party just now with his fingertips. There would be obvious symptoms of hubris, and incidentally, it would prove that I was actually relying on Felicia to get past the previous two rounds."

"Be honest with yourself, let me forcefully use the Conjuration Curse on you, you know, excessive use of the spell may turn you into an idiot, when I think about it, no one will care about your life or death." Bud looked darkly. Looking at the guy in front of him, he stayed up all night, and now he is in a bad mood. He really didn't expect that the gambler would plan to make a black hand and directly disqualify Albert from the competition.

Yi Hughes couldn't understand how he was exposed, but he knew that he had better explain clearly, so as not to become a victim completely and die in an unknown way.

"What do you think we should do with him?"

"Why don't you have money." Albert said with a smile after using the stun spell to stun him, "You can use the Imperius Curse to control him, get the money, and erase his memory when the time comes. "

With that said, Albert threw the wand to Bud.

"I'm not used to this thing." Bud waved his wand twice and shook his head.

"Then pick the ones that are easy to use from here." Albert took out a box containing a bunch of new wands.

"I think they must be very angry." Bard drew out his wand and waved it twice, pointing it at the head of the hapless Mr. Yi Hughes.

"Soul out of body."

(End of this chapter)