Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 824: Mystery Operation

  Chapter 825 Mystery Operation

  "Is Hughes found?"

   "No, he's missing, and the tracking magic that was left on him is no longer effective."

  "Keep looking, that **** must pay for it."

  "This is not the time to trouble Ishus."

  "Damn, I shouldn't have hired an outsider to handle this in the first place."

  "Don't you agree too?"

   The conference room was already full of quarrels, and the "big guys" sitting here didn't expect that they would be played by a "little guy".

   At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly slammed open, and a panting wizard ran in and shouted: "Golden Prize, Gold Prize has appeared!"

  "Who?"

  "Who won the Gold Award.

   Several people in the conference room all stood up and looked anxiously at the out of breath wizard, wishing to give the half-talking guy a Cruciatus.

   "It's No. 17." The wizard said with a sad face, "The youngest No. 17 won the championship and gold medal."

   Suddenly, the "big men" in the conference room seemed to have lost their bones and slumped on their chairs.

   How could an underage wizard win a gold medal.

   This is impossible!

   In any case, they don't want to believe it.

   "That No. 17 is a Muggle wizard, how could he possibly win the gold medal, we should file a formal complaint with the International Federation of Wizards." Someone shouted angrily. His proposal was immediately echoed by the others.

   "The wizards who won the bet will soon come over to exchange the bonus." The wizard who came to report reminded in a low voice.

The person in charge of the    gambling game looked at the people in front of him, took a deep breath and said to the wizard beside him: "Let those wizards who have won the lottery redeem them in batches."

  Gold coins are of course must be given. Once you lose your credit, you are really finished, and you will never even think about opening gambling games in the future.

  If it's just a private game, you'll run away, but this is a game based on the reputation of "Bull Fighting Daily" and the Ministry of Magic. Once the money is not given, the Ministry of Magic will trouble them immediately. .

   "How much money did you lose in total?" The person in charge of the gambling game looked at the wizard beside him who was hesitant to speak.

   "A total of 67,000 losses," the young wizard whispered.

  "How much?"

   "Sir, the total loss is 67,000." The young wizard repeated.

   Hearing this data, the conference room fell into a dead silence.

   "How come there are so many?" Finally someone couldn't help but ask.

  "Because of today's headlines, many people think that No. 17 will win the championship."

  "We can't afford this money." Someone said excitedly, "It's 67,000, not 67, not 670, but 67,000. How can we get so much money to fill this hole?"

  "You want to default on your bills?" The person in charge of the game narrowed his eyes and looked at the others present.

  "We should think of other ways."

  "The group of people outside won't give you time to think. If you lose, you lose."

  …

   At the same time, there were waves of cheers in the Barnabus Bar, and the beneficiaries raised their glasses to wish the youngest ever Barnabus Finkley the gold medal for excellent spell casting By.

  In the living room on the second floor, everyone is holding an award ceremony for the youngest winner.

  "Congratulations!"

   Yanila looked at Albert with a complicated look. She didn't expect the man in front of her to really win the gold award.

   In front of everyone's eyes, Yanila smiled and handed the championship trophy to Albert, and then helped him put on the medal symbolizing the gold medal.

   "Thank you." Albert smiled and thanked Yanila.

  To be honest, he is still a little confused, how did he win the gold award?

   After testing the elixir, he chatted with the judges alone for a while, then showed the Patronus Charm, and was inexplicably told that he had won the gold award.

  "This is your bonus."

   Yanila handed Albert a bag of prize money, then picked up the "Barnabus Finkley Spellcaster" from the plate and handed it to him again, and finally her own signed record.

   When Albert handed the things in his hand to Bud and held the championship trophy high, countless cameras lit up, making Albert narrow his eyes.

   Next, he was surrounded by countless reporters.

  "One person, one question." Albert told reporters

   "Mr. Anderson, do you have anything to say after winning the championship?" a reporter asked.

   "Mr. Bud, I won the championship." Albert smiled and handed the championship trophy to Bud, and took the brick book from him.

  "Who is that Mr. Budd from you."

   "Next." Albert ignored him and pointed to another reporter, "Just you."

   "It is rumored that you are going to marry Miss Yanila, is that true?"

   "Fake, I already have a girlfriend." Albert chose another reporter again, and he ignored all those who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

   More than a dozen reporters were dispatched by Albert in this way.

  "Mr. Anderson, you have spoken at least six languages ​​since just now. I am curious how many languages ​​you have mastered?"

   "About a dozen, I haven't counted them carefully, I can speak most of the languages ​​in Europe." Albert interrupted, "Okay, that's it."

  He pushed the crowd back to his room.

   "How do you feel about winning the award?" Bud asked with a smile. Albert's sentence just now, "Mr. Bud, I won the championship." made him very happy.

   "Not so good." Albert asked casually: "When are we going back?"

  "I thought you would want to stay here for a few days."

  "Forget it!"

  "Don't go down to meet your supporters, I think they'd love to meet you, the youngest Gold Medal winner!"

   "It's just a fake name." Albert threw his things on the bed at will, and after Bud closed the door, he lowered his voice and asked, "When will the account be credited over there?"

   "It will take a few more days. However, don't worry, you probably have to stay for a few days." Bud signaled Albert not to worry.

  "What's the matter?" Albert asked with a frown

   "Wizards who win gold medals in everything need to leave their spellcasting techniques behind," Bard explained.

   "I want to go back tomorrow, it's not safe here," Albert said.

  Budd reacted quickly, nodded and said: "You are indeed not popular with some people now, and it is right to return to the UK as soon as possible. I am afraid that the problem here will have to wait for a few days, and then I will help directly. You put your money in the Gringotts vault."

   "Then please, we will go back to England tomorrow." Albert really didn't want to stay here any longer. Moreover, he felt that Diana and Yanila looked at him very wrongly.

  If possible, Albert actually wants to return home now.

   However, he must attend tonight's banquet. After all, it is a banquet specially prepared for them, and it is very rude to refuse.

  There are a variety of well-prepared hearty dishes on the table, but the atmosphere is a bit strange.

  "Honestly, I'm curious how on earth Mr. Anderson got the Gold Award?"

   Halfway through the banquet, Ms. Camerin finally couldn't help but ask the answer that everyone else wanted to know.

   How did he lose.

   "Mr. Anderson on the 17th has gone farther than you in spellcasting." Ms. Monica explained with a smile: "He actually created a very clever spellcasting technique. He also has a deep understanding. Moreover, you should have also discovered that Mr. Anderson has high attainments in silent spells and wandless magic, and he is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses.”

  Everyone was silent, they could actually see that Albert's silent spell and wandless magic were very clever.

   "Mr. Anderson's use of Patronus is also amazing." Mr. Yave added with a smile, "I've never seen a Patronus used that way."

   The other three looked at each other, maybe they were still confused, but seeing the admiration of the judges, they realized that there was a big gap between them and Anderson, which made the three of them a little depressed.

   After all, no one likes to lose a game for no apparent reason.

   "Under normal circumstances, the second round basically means picking the champion. If you pay attention to previous competitions, you can't see this."

   One of the old judges explained to everyone with a smile: "The third round of the party and the individual interview is more to determine whether he is eligible to win the championship and the gold award, and by the way, let's see how everyone's spell casting technique is? Of course, these words should not be said outside."

  Albert was a little speechless, but he didn't expect the referee to say it himself.

   However, he can actually understand it. If he doesn't say it, the other eliminated players will probably be very unconvinced.

   "Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for a few days, and we'd like to chat with you about your spellcasting technique and document it."

  "We can contact by owl, or other methods."

  Albert, who has been eating silently, raised his head and said, "I don't think I please some people now, and I want to go back to the UK as soon as possible to share this joy with my relatives and friends."

   The five judges looked at each other and finally agreed.

  Those who started gambling games probably hated Albert, and the previous Flux incident was their trick.

   Everyone chatted until eleven o'clock before they dispersed. Albert also got the contact information of others. The wizard who was suspected of being an Auror was named Demps and worked for the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance.

  Albert chatted with him for a long time about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and finally Demps wanted to introduce Albert into the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance.

  …

  During the night, Yanila, wearing an off-white nightdress, came out of the bathroom and found her mother Diana sitting on a chair in the room.

  "Mom, is there something?"

  Diana looked at her daughter, sighed softly and reminded, "He'll be back tomorrow."

   Yanila rubbed her hair for a while, with a tangled expression on her face.

  "Your chance is running out, don't miss it."

  Diana put a bottle of bright red potion and a key on the table, "You don't hate him, do you?"

  "He doesn't like me." Yanila laughed at herself: "He has a girlfriend of his own."

   "You're wrong, there's no man who doesn't like beautiful women unless he has a problem with his sexuality." Diana walked over to Yanila, put her arms around her daughter and said, "And, you're pretty enough, It's good enough. As for his character, don't worry, I asked Bud, Anderson's character is very good. So, you have to seize the opportunity, miss it, and I'm afraid you won't find another one in the future."

  "I actually hesitated like you, but I chose your father in the end. Although we don't meet many times every year, he still loves me very much, even if I'm not his wife."

   Yanila looked at the back of her mother leaving, and fell into a tangle. She dried her hair and stood in front of the full-length mirror to look at herself.

   Yanila actually hates doing that, and her self-esteem doesn't allow herself to do that, but Diana is right, she really doesn't hate Albert, and if she misses it, it will probably be gone in the future.

   Finally, Yanila gritted her teeth and left her room with the potion and key.

   When he came to Albert's room, the door next door suddenly opened, and Bud leaned against the door, calmly looking at the startled Yanila.

  "Your decision?"

   "Well, my decision, do you think this is inappropriate?" Yanila looked at her maternal grandfather, even though the number of times they met was pitiful.

  "I respect your choice." Bud looked deeply at Yanila and said meaningfully, "But your choice does not represent his choice."

  The girl looked at the re-closed door, took a deep breath, picked up the key and inserted it into the keyhole. When she twisted the key to push the door in, she found that the door didn't move at all.

   "What's going on?" Yanila looked at the doorknob in confusion, and then at the door in front of her. She took out her wand and tried to open the door with the opening spell, however, the door remained motionless.

   "Anti-Araho hole opening spell?" Yanila looked at the door in front of her suspiciously, and finally she directly chose to open a round hole in the door.

   When the girl lifted her foot and stepped in, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room: "Is there something wrong? Miss Yanila."

   "You haven't slept yet?" Yanila's face flushed quickly, she sneaked into the man's room in the middle of the night, and was caught by the man, it was really embarrassing.

   "I was actually waiting for you." Albert waved his wand lightly, lighting up the lights in the room.

   "You know what I'm here for?" Yanila hid her potion-holding hand behind her.

  "Mr. Bud told me about his dark history." Albert said with a smile, "So, I guess you might come tonight.

   "My teeth are normal and I don't have the habit of biting, so you don't have to worry about me biting your neck suddenly." Yanila gathered up her courage and walked towards Albert, ready to push him down in one breath.

   "No, I think you misunderstood, I actually didn't plan to have anything to do with you." Albert looked at the blond girl who gradually walked in, and quickly suppressed the waves in his heart.

  "You don't really need to be like this."

   "Do you know how determined I was to come here?" Yanila's face turned pale, she looked angry.

  "I can see it."

   "Am I not pretty enough," Yanila asked.

  "No, you are beautiful."

   "Then why, I don't even expect anything, just treat me as a lover." Yanila almost finished these words through gritted teeth.

  "I admit that you are very beautiful and you are very attractive, but I will not do that." Albert's tone was calm: "I will not make my future life a mess because of one mistake. Good. Now, good night Miss Yanila, I wish you a good dream."

   After finishing speaking, Albert took out his wand and brought down Yanila, who was about to say something in front of her.

  "Alas, what a pity."

  Albert used his wand to move him to his bed, looked at the delicate and lovely face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

   Pretty girl, who doesn't like it?

   Moreover, it was delivered to the door voluntarily.

  It's just that Albert doesn't think this kind of thing is worth it, and Isobel is not an idiot. If something really happens to the other party, Albert doesn't think this kind of thing can hide Isobel.

  Why mess up the good life in the future.

  If you really need a woman, you can go back to Isobel tomorrow, and his girlfriend is also very beautiful.

  "Solved?"

  "Hmm~IndoMTL.com~ Isabel's resentful voice came from the double-sided mirror: "Speaking of which, you are getting more and more powerful now, and even beautiful girls are taking the initiative to embrace. "

   "Yes, she is indeed a very beautiful girl, I think she is a bit pitiful." Albert sighed softly, "However, you should come out with me, so that I won't have these troubles ."

   "You're right." Isobel regretted not accompanying Albert to Spain.

  Man.

   He can reject you once, twice, three times, or even more, but don't expect him to reject you countless times. People can never stay sane all the time.

  Isobel is reluctant to admit it, but this is the reality, especially good men are always easy to attract other beautiful girls.

   "When are you coming back tomorrow, I'll pick you up." Isobel said.

   "Probably...morning!" Albert glanced at the **** the bed and said to Isobel, "I miss you a bit."

  "Me too."

  (end of this chapter)