The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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Albert was stunned by the variety of magic displayed on the stage, and Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting competition had a circus-like sense of sight.

But it is undeniable that most of the wizards who dare to participate in the competition have a few brushes, and at least those players who come to the stage are not too bad at magic.

Some people made a flock of birds and performed a "hundred birds facing the phoenix" in front of everyone; some people used magic wands to direct puppets, and they performed an elegant dance; some even performed the trick of breathing fire from their mouths.

However, the most eye-catching one is probably a middle-aged wizard in his forties. He used Animagus to transform into an owl. After flying around the stage, he transformed into an owl again. The human figure attracted a burst of exclamations and applause from the audience.

However, as long as the number of participants is large, there will naturally be no shortage of players who can pull the stride.

Especially the group of young guys, the magic they show everyone is relatively ordinary. Among them, there was a man in his early twenties who made frequent mistakes because he was too nervous, and directly made himself the focus of the game.

The man finally walked off the stage with his head down, and left the bar directly. He probably had no face to stay, for fear that he would become the laughing stock of others.

The team's advancement was fast, and everyone had a short time before it was Albert's turn.

The young man in front of him stumbled onto the stage and showed everyone the magic of turning a paper bird into a real bird. As a result, the bird flew over his head for a while, and then fell directly on the stage, attracting people. Sporadic laughter.

Albert saw that the referees not far away shook their heads imperceptibly, and seemed to have written something on the paper.

"Let's welcome player number 17." Diana read the player number to the registration sheet. However, this time, instead of just calling out the player's number as before, she actually said a few more words: "It is worth mentioning that the No. 17 player is participating in the excellent spell casting method of Barnabus Finkley this time. The youngest player in the competition, currently only 16 years old, is still a student at Hogwarts, let's wait and see."

Albert took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

The moment he stepped onto the stage, Albert could feel that everyone's eyes were on him, but being watched by a group of people didn't affect his performance much.

Albert began to concentrate and get rid of distracting thoughts.

Then,

He raised his wand, shook it slightly, and an old armchair appeared in front of Albert out of thin air.

Albert's wand was swung down a second time, and the armchair turned into a lion. It stood up from the ground and rubbed Albert with its slightly rough mane, like a docile house cat. Then, the lion turned around beside Albert, seemingly dissatisfied with the eyes staring here, and made a shocking roar towards the audience below the stage.

At this moment, the wizards closest to the stage could not help clenching their wands to prevent the lion from suddenly rushing towards them.

However, their worries were completely unnecessary. Albert waved his wand lightly twice, and the lion disappeared.

After showing the transformation magic, Albert walked off the stage under the gaze of countless people.

There is no doubt that he used a very powerful shape-shifting spell just now, and what surprised them even more was that Albert's talent for shape-shifting could be done so easily at this age, and his composure was equally impressive. People looked at it differently. Even Diana, who acted as the referee, was very satisfied with the magic displayed by Albert. She even saw the five referees nodded with satisfaction.

"A very powerful transformation spell."

Even Rodris has to admit that Bud is right, Albert is indeed a very powerful genius.

Under normal circumstances, the bigger the volume, the harder it is to deform, not to mention that the lion does not have any flaws, it is a quite perfect deformation magic.

As the game continued, Albert found that most of the youngsters came to the game for other purposes. They are often the most nervous group, and nervousness is contagious most of the time, causing most players to participate in the competition under nervousness. As a result, trophies, bonuses, medals and even beauties are all with them. It doesn't matter.

As a result, many players who knew they would be eliminated looked at Albert with envy and jealousy.

After all, Albert is currently the most promising player to win the championship. The most important thing is that he is only sixteen years old, and he is the same age as Miss Yanila. They are a natural couple.

A thick citric acid spread quietly in the bar.

"I really don't know why they came to participate in the competition." Albert naturally guessed what was going on, ignoring the eyes of those people, and chatting with Rodris next to the magic show on the stage.

"You have no problem passing the first round of screening." Budd read today's "Bull Fighting Daily" while introducing the competition process to Albert, "After the first round of screening, 16 players will be selected from all the players. player."

"The second round is the real selection of wizards with excellent spell casting techniques. Usually, the first few players are selected to enter the third round."

"The third round consists of two parts: the upper and lower parts. The first part is a gathering of the players and five judges similar to a meeting. The judges will also talk to you about the spell casting method individually and ask you to give them to them individually. Show and see if you're eligible for Gold." Bud was pleased with Albert's performance.

Albert was not surprised by this step-by-step process.

After all, the energy of those old referees is limited, and it is impossible to directly select the champion from the countless contestants, which requires a lot of energy, and it is hard to say how much credibility they have.

After finishing the first round, he calmly watched the performance on the stage, and occasionally talked to the two old people around him about the level of the players on the stage, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The game went on until 8:30 p.m., but no one was impatient, and it was a good and interesting performance for them. During this period, there were also many jokes, such as a boy who fainted before he had time to play because he was too nervous.

Another contestant actually made a bunch of roses during the performance and gave the roses to Miss Yanila in the audience on the spot.

After being accepted by Yanila Luoluo, her face flushed with excitement, as if the other party had accepted his confession.

The man's move earned him a boo. Later, when Albert was having dinner, he heard that he had been beaten up.

As for Albert's other alumnus, Terence Higgs, although he performed better than most of the young wizards, he was still a first-round player.

Terrence was not surprised by such a result, but old Higgs almost turned his nose in anger. Originally, he did not expect his grandson to win the championship, so he brought it over to show his face and get to know everyone.

However, everyone is afraid of comparison.

Albert is just too dazzling, not only showing extraordinary shape-shifting talent, but also passing the first round with ease.

Now everyone in the bar is talking about the 17th, and there's even a bet on whether the youngest ever contestant will be the final champion and take home the final gold medal.

Youngest contestant, youngest talent, youngest champion, and youngest Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal Winner for Distinguished Spellcasting.

These are all good gimmicks, and they immediately attracted the attention of countless people.

In order to make people bet firmly, the opening dealer even revealed the identity of Albert's youngest International Wizarding Chess champion and the champion of the Magic School Potions Championship.

For a time, geniuses shrouded in countless halos appeared on the Bullfighting Daily, and countless wizards joined the carnival waving their money bags.

"They have revised your odds, and it seems that they still have some confidence in you to win the competition." Rodris smiled and handed the "Bull Fighting Daily" to Albert, turned his head and asked, "Old man, are you going to play? Note?"

"I bet 50 Galleons to bet Albert to win the gold prize." Bud looked at Rodris with a smile: "Would you like to join us? I promise you will not lose money."

Rodris smiled without saying a word. He actually bet that Albert could pass the second round.

"Is this thing reliable?" Albert had found his odds in the newspapers, 2.5 times the odds for the champion (originally 4 times), and 8 times the odds for him to win the gold medal. The odds of being eliminated are only 0.3 times, and the odds of betting through the second round are 0.8.

In the eyes of most people, Albert's chances of being eliminated are very high, and no one would believe that a sixteen-year-old underage wizard can really win the championship or gold medal of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting.

"Is this thing reliable?" Albert asked again.

"You want to bet too?" Bud frowned and looked at Albert. Under normal circumstances, players are not allowed to bet, but there are always ways to bypass this problem, such as finding someone to help bet.

"Reliable, this is a gamble between the Daily Bullfight and the Spanish Ministry of Magic."

"The Spanish Ministry of Magic also has a share?" Albert was a little surprised.

"It was nominally a bet run by the Bullfighting Daily, but it was guaranteed by the Spanish Ministry of Magic," Rodris explained.

"I'm going to see how many Galleons there are." Albert muttered, throwing down the rest of the food and going upstairs.

Of course, this is just an excuse. Albert actually went upstairs to make a divination for himself. He felt that he had no reason not to make this money.

The white mist in the crystal ball kept spinning, and Albert saw that Yanila was putting the gold medal on the neck of Albert, who was holding the trophy, next to the reporter who was filming them.

Albert was very satisfied with the picture in the crystal ball. He won the gold award, completed the task, and was able to transfer a large sum of Galleons.

As for not bringing enough Galleons?

This was hard for Albert, he took out the double-sided mirror to get in touch with the house-elf, and asked Bit to go to Gringotts to get the money, and by the way, he brought the money over.

When Albert went downstairs, Rodris had already left, and Bud was talking to Diana, the bar owner.

"How much are you going to press?" Bud asked Albert with a smile.

"I'm going to press myself to get the gold medal." Albert continued to sit down and eat.

"You are very confident!" Diana reminded with a smile: "However, the gold award is not so easy to obtain, at least there is no precedent for underage wizards to win the gold award. As far as I know, the youngest known winner so far It's Mr. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"I'm lucky." Albert quickly finished eating and returned to his room to wait for the house elf to bring Garen over.

"This has nothing to do with luck." Diana looked at Albert's back upstairs and asked Bud, "Do you think he can win the gold medal?"

"I have confidence in him." Bud looked at Albert's back, turned his head to Diana and said, "However, don't hit him, Albert is already engaged."

"Engagement, are you sure, he's not yet an adult, should he be preparing for sixth grade at Hogwarts?" Diana couldn't help frowning, thinking that Bud was lying to him.

"Well, we're engaged." Bud nodded and said, "He plans to get married after graduation. Yanila has no chance. Don't be so careful."

"Aren't you very optimistic about him?" Diana was a little angry, "Why stop it?"

"Because I want her to be free to choose her own happiness." Bud said calmly, "You know how happy you are all these years."

"Then why didn't you stop me in the first place." Diana gritted her teeth and walked away.

"Because I couldn't stop it at that time!" Bud looked at Diana's back and sighed softly: "And, that's your choice, isn't it?"

Albert, unaware of their conversation, had just received a heavy purse from the house-elf Beetle.

Such an opportunity is rare, and Albert intends to make a fortune.

As for how much to press at that time, you have to discuss it with Bud in advance.

After Albert finished taking a shower, he took the bag of gold coins and knocked on the door next door.

"What's up?"

Bud's gaze fell on the purse in Albert's hand, and he immediately realized something.

"I'm going to press myself for the gold medal." Albert put the bag of Galleons in front of Bud and said straight to the point.

"All?" Bud looked at the bag of Galleons that Albert put in front of him, and suddenly remembered something.

Albert will prophesy!

"Yes, all of them. However, I'm a little worried about whether they can afford the loss." Albert briefly stated his concerns. The morals of some people.

"How much is in it?" Bud asked while picking up the gold coin.

"1000 Galleons." Albert said honestly.

"Isn't it a little too crazy." Bud muttered in his mouth. However, in the end, he did not reject Albert's proposal, "This requires someone to share the bet, and I have to find some old friends for help. However, if they win, they have to put out 100 Galleons each as a reward. Pay to keep their mouths shut."

"Win-win, I understand that." Albert said he knew.