The Alchemist of Harry Potter

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After the results of the second round of the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spellcasting competition came out, there were not many people in the Barnabus Bar very quickly. In order to exchange the winning gold coins, some people continued to bet because they heard that player No. 17 had obtained an overwhelming score in the game just now.

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

As for getting a gold medal, it's a bit difficult.

The Bullfighting Daily had to lower Albert's odds again. The odds of the gold prize were only one-third of the original, and the odds of the championship were only one-fifth of the original. Many wizards who didn'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 not what I thought." Albert has a skill panel, and his understanding of spell casting is naturally far better than other wizards.

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

What is the spell casting method?

To put it bluntly, it is the experience and skills of using magic.

However……

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

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

"'Barnabus Finkley Spellcasting'?"

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

"This is what I got for you, only the Spanish version, but I don't think you should have problems reading it!"

"This thickness... I watched the abridged version before?"

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

Albert quickly wiped out the ice cream in his hand,

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his palms, and began to flip through the book in front of him.

In just two hours, Albert scanned the book briefly.

What to say?

The book was actually useful, but it was useless.

Albert used Voldemort's spellcasting technique. The spellcasting technique recorded in "Barnabus Finkley's Spellcasting Technique" was useless to him, but the ideas provided in the book were useful. With the combination of knowledge, Albert got the answer he wanted.

However, Albert did not like it very much.

Applying this book is like putting a shell on yourself.

It was originally free, but now it's ridiculous to think about it, but... this may be the idea of ​​Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting competition!

A clever wizard can see through the opponent's wand swing and the name of the spell that the opponent wants to use, and make countermeasures in advance.

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

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

For most adult wizards, this is almost impossible.

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 the other hand, the optimization of the method.

Each spell waving gesture is fixed, but it does not mean that it cannot be fine-tuned to make your spell casting more smooth and natural.

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

The movements and arcs of some wizards waving their wands are exaggerated, in fact, just to make their spell casting smoother.

However, Albert was skeptical that they would dislocate their arm first.

That night, Albert carefully studied the knowledge of Voldemort's spell casting technique in his head. He only mastered many skills and had not studied them in depth.

No way, sometimes even the inventor of magic doesn't know what it is. Sometimes it's good to know how to use it. It doesn't make much sense to tangle 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 the divination only represents the final result, and does not mean that he can lie down and win, because the future has not happened yet.

While Albert was working on the gold medal, the Bullfighting Daily was having a secret meeting.

The sudden appearance of the dark horse made the group of people who started the gambling be devastated.

"You mean, we have already lost more than five thousand?" a wizard hidden in the shadows couldn't help but ask.

No wonder he was so shocked, since they have basically never lost money since they started gambling.

The loser will always be the one who bet, and this is the truth of the game.

"Yes, if the 17th wins the final championship, we will lose 17,000, and this amount continues to rise. If the 17th wins the gold medal, we will lose 45,000." A wizard in charge of statistics said to Several people at the meeting reported.

"how is this possible!"

Several wizards in the room were very surprised, knowing that they were the organizers and rarely lost money.

"Many wizards bet on him to win the championship. As for the gold prize, when we started the game, many people were optimistic about No. 17 and pressed him to win the gold prize. At that time, the odds were very high, and then we reduced the odds three times because of this. The rate. There are more and more people who will continue to press No. 17 to win the gold award.”

There was an eerie silence in the conference room.

"Currently, who wins the championship and is in our best interest?" someone asked.

"Number 53."

The wizard in charge of the report put a photo on the table, it was a decadent boy Noe who had just graduated from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"If we only win the championship, we can benefit 21,000."

"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 sixteen-year-old child, don't you think he can really win the gold award?" Finally someone couldn't stand the suppressed atmosphere in the conference room and said.

This is actually true. The champion of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting competition is easy to win, and winning the first place is the champion. However, if you want to win the gold medal, you need to be recognized by several referees, which requires not only talent, but also a lot of experience.

Few wizards have ever been able to win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Distinguished Spellcasting before the age of thirty, and those winners are all well-known and talented in the wizarding world.

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

"Now there are very dangerous signs, we have to consider the worst outcome." Someone reminded.

"Can you start from the referee's side?" Someone suggested.

"This is absolutely the stupidest thing I've ever heard of," an older wizard scoffed.

"Then what do you say?"

"Maybe, we can talk to Mr. No. 17. After all, the championship and the gold medal are only for that amount of money. We can..."

"That's impossible, you probably don't know how many Galleons the British guy who brought No. 17 to the game bet on him." Someone shook his head and rejected the bad idea, "On the bright side, there are 550 Galleons. Long, and probably more, knowing that they started betting as soon as we opened, and I even suspect that the initial bet was all about the Brit."

"The first batch of bets were made by that person's friends." The host had to remind the others, "and they were all very nasty guys."

"I'm curious, where did he get his confidence."

"Just because his name is Bud Broad, a former Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Distinguished Spellcasting, and he was only twenty-five when he won, I think you should know what that means. "

"That number seventeen is his student."

After a brief silence, someone said, "So, he took us as a scapegoat?"

Everyone knows it's just an excuse.

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

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

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

"Everyone, I have to remind you how serious the consequences are if this kind of thing fails." The representative from the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't help but speak, "Then it will be more than just a question of money."

"A little money, you tell me it's a little money?" someone screamed in an extremely depraved voice.

"Yeah, it's just a little bit of money for the entire Bullfighting Daily, you know, once it's exposed, it's really screwed, it's really screwed, you know what I mean? Don't count on doing such a stupid thing. The Ministry of Magic will help you figure it out."

Kidnapping a player is absolutely stupid.

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

But the referees of most major events are actually fairly fair, especially those who are a lot older, and it is basically impossible to buy them off.

As for the acquisition of No. 17, it is even more impossible.

He is only 16 years old, at an age where he is young and full of energy and fears nothing.

Once the negotiation collapsed, the other party poked the matter out, and the problem became a big one.

Young people can't stand any grievances, let alone an arrogant genius.

There was an eerie silence in the room again.

...

Ishus Knowlton thinks he is not a good person. He doesn't have a serious job. He has to rely on petty theft to make a living. Breaking through empty doors and reselling smuggled materials are his most common things.

To this end, Ishus spent a lot of time in prison.

However, he found that the most recent one was very short. He originally thought he would stay for a month, but he did not expect to be released within a week.

Before Ishus had time to be happy, someone came to the door.

For the coin's sake.

Ishus drinks a bottle of compound potion and sneaks into Barnabus Bar as a foreigner on a mission to disqualify an underage wizard from tomorrow's game.

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

And, the weirdest part of this mission is having one of the contestants drink a small vial of Flux.

Yes, give the players a phlegm.

In any competition, the use of phlegm is prohibited, and once found, it will be directly disqualified from the competition.

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

Even if he really won the championship and the gold medal on the 17th, it was exposed that he was suspected to have used the Fuling agent, and then it was detected that the other party did use the Fuling agent, the championship and the gold medal would naturally have nothing to do with him. "

As for Albert Anderson's reputation, what does it have to do with them?

They even comforted themselves confidently that it was revenge for Bud Broad for plucking their wool.

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

Ishus has yet to figure out what happened. He remembers that he secretly came to Mr. Anderson's room before dawn, released some hypnotic gas into it, and prepared to give Mr. Anderson to take Fuling. agent.

However, when he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief dipped in potion and opened the door, Ishus found that his memory became blurred, and when he woke up in a daze, he found himself tied to a chair up, while his target was yawning and looking at him with a very odd expression.

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

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

"I think the guy who came up with this method is a genius." Albert wasn't angry, and fiddled with the Fuling agent seized from the other party with his fingertips, "This bottle of Fuling agent is more than a day's worth, and excessive drinking of Fuling The drug will show obvious symptoms of megalomania, and by the way, it also proves that I actually passed the previous two rounds on the Fuling agent."

"If you tell me honestly, let me force you to use the Philosopher's Charm. You know, overuse of that spell may turn you into an idiot. When I think about it, no one cares about your life or death." Bud looked darkly. Facing the guy in front of him, he stayed up all night, and now he is in a bad mood. I really didn't expect that the gambler would actually plan to make a bad move and directly disqualify Albert from the competition.

Ishus couldn't understand how he was exposed, but he knew that he had better explain it clearly, so as not to become a victim and die unclear.

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

"Why not if 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 then erase his memory. "

With that said, Albert threw the wand to Bud.

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

"Then pick a hand from here." Albert took out a box with a bunch of new wands in it.

"I think they must be pissed off." Bud drew his wand and waved it twice, pointing it at the head of the hapless Mr. Ishus.

"Soul out of body."