Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 822: Free

  Chapter 823 Free

  After the results of the second round of the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spellcasting Competition were released, there were not many people in the Barnabus Bar soon, and most of the wizards flocked to the "Bullfighting Daily" bet, Some people exchanged their winning gold coins, and some people continued to bet because they heard that player No. 17 scored an overwhelming score in the game just now.

   Maybe player No. 17 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 winning the gold medal, it is 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 technique?

   is, to put it bluntly, 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's Spellcasting Technique?"

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

  "I got it just 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 abridged version?"

   "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, took out a handkerchief and wiped his palm, and began to flip through the book in front of him.

   In just two hours, Albert scanned the book briefly.

   What to say?

   This book is actually useful, but also 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. Combined with the knowledge provided by the system, Albert got the answer he wanted.

   However, Albert didn't like it very much.

   Applying this book is like putting a shell on yourself.

   was originally free, but now he has to put on a shell to restrain himself, it seems 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-swinging posture and the spell's name 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 skilled in using silent spells and wandless magic.

   This is almost impossible for most adult wizards to do.

   And why did the suspected Auror-like middle-aged wizard and other wizards get good scores?

   actually comes from another aspect, the optimization of the technique.

   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, but in fact, they are just to make their spell casting smoother.

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

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

  No way, sometimes even the inventor of magic doesn't know what it is, and sometimes it's good to know how to use it.

   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 fighting for 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 in a bad mood.

   "You mean, we have already lost more than 5,000?" a wizard hiding in the shadows couldn't help but ask.

   It's 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, 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 statistician The wizard reports back to several people at the meeting.

  "How is it 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, in the early days of our 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 lowered it because of this. The odds are set three times. There are more and more people who will continue to press No. 17 to win the gold prize.”

   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, and 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 kid, 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, Barnabus Finkley is the champion of the excellent spell casting competition, 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 been able to win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellence in Spellcasting before the age of 30, and those recipients are all well-known geniuses in the wizarding world.

   However, they didn't 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, and we have to consider the worst outcome." Someone reminded.

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

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

  "Then what do you say?"

  "Maybe, we can talk to Mr. 17, after all, the championship and gold awards are only that little 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, "It's just on the bright side. 550 Galleons and probably more, knowing that they started betting when we opened, and I even suspect that the initial bet was all about the Brit."

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

  "I wonder where he got his confidence."

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

  "That number seventeen is his student."

After a brief silence, someone said, "So, he's taking us a lot?"

   Everyone knows this is 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 all dynasties. Most of the time, Bullfighting Daily will not lose money.

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

   "Everyone, I have to remind you how serious this kind of thing can be if it 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.

   "Yes, it's 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? Doing such a stupid thing , don't expect the Ministry of Magic to help you figure it out."

   kidnapping a contestant, that would be absolutely stupid.

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

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

   As for buying No. 17, it is even more impossible.

   He is only 16 years old, at an age where he is young and full of fear.

  Once the talks collapsed, and the other party poked the matter out, the problem would be a big one.

  Young man can't stand any grievance, let alone a arrogant genius.

   The room fell into an eerie silence again.

  …

  Isius 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.

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

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

   Before Ishius could be happy, someone came to the door.

   for gold coins.

  Isius drank a bottle of compound potion and sneaked into Barnabus Bar as a foreigner on a mission 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 this quest is getting one of the contestants to drink a vial of Flux.

  Yes, give the contestants a flume.

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

   I have to say that the guy who came up with this 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 phlegm, and then it was detected that the other party did use the phlegm, the championship and the gold award naturally had 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 this was revenge for Bud Broad for plucking their wool.

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

  Isius has not yet figured out what happened. He remembered that he secretly came to Mr. Anderson's room before dawn and released some hypnotic gas into it, ready to give the Mr. Anderson Take Fuling.

   However, when he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief dipped in potion and opened the door, Ishus found that his memory had become blurred, and when he woke up in a daze, he found himself tied in in a chair, and 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 quest, 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 was not angry, and fiddled with the Fuling Elixir seized from the other party just now with his fingertips, "This bottle of Fuling Elixir is more than one day's worth, it is too much. Drinking Flux will cause obvious symptoms of arrogance, and it also proves that I actually passed the previous two rounds on Flux."

   "Be honest with yourself ~IndoMTL.com~ or let me force the Elimination Charm on you, you know, overuse of that spell can turn you into an idiot, I'm sure no one cares about your life when I think about it. Bud looked at the guy in front of him with a dark face. He stayed up all night and is in a bad mood now. I really didn't expect that the gambler would actually plan to make a black hand and directly disqualify Albert.

  Isius couldn't understand how he was exposed, but he knew that he had better explain it clearly, lest he would be completely sacrificed 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 at that time. Alright."

   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 pulled out a box containing a bunch of new wands.

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

   "Out of body."

  (end of this chapter)