Study Days at Hogwarts

The unlucky Wagadu student sounded the alarm to all the contestants that the Magic School Potions Championship was definitely not as safe as everyone thought. There are many dangerous plants in the magic garden that can cause a lot of trouble to the contestants and even threaten their lives.

Albert suddenly understood why the principal would not let the fourteen-year-old Zygmunt Bache participate in the Magic School Potions Championship.

However, that happened a few centuries ago, and Albert didn't know what the situation was at that time, so he didn't want to make any comments about Zygmunt Bach.

Albert is more concerned about whether "Zygmunt Bacchi's Last Wish" can be successfully completed and how much benefit it will bring to him after completion.

He, Albert Anderson, was a real man.

In order to ensure that there would be no other accidents during the mission, Albert stayed in his room during the afternoon break and made a divination prediction for tomorrow's first round. The results seen from the crystal ball were quite satisfactory. .

Before going to bed at night, Albert drank some Dreamless Sleeping Potion so that he could get a high-quality sleep.

In fact, the Magic School Potions Championship officials also prepare similar potions for the contestants to prevent everyone from being too nervous and unable to sleep at night, so that they can participate in the competition in the best condition tomorrow, which is extremely considerate.

When he woke up the next day, Albert felt that he was in great condition. However, when he went downstairs to have breakfast, he felt that the atmosphere in the bar hall was a bit strange. Everyone looked nervous, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

There was no way, everyone was a competitor, so it was quite restrained not to get into a fight.

Last night, a certain wizard in bright green robes got punched in the nose for laughing at the hapless Wagadu student.

Albert was actually very curious as to whether Castrobshe's wizard hat was also bright green. Unfortunately, before he had time to ask, a fight started over there.

The result was naturally nothing.

Both sides were called out by their respective team leaders for a scolding, and were ordered not to fight, otherwise they would be disqualified from the competition.

However, his idea was confirmed just now. An enthusiastic Castrobshe girl told Albert that the wizard's peaked hat in Castrobshe was indeed bright green, and their school was better at herbalism and Magical Zoology, so he has won the Golden Crucible in the Magic School Potions Championship a lot, and is considered a relatively strong competitor to Albert.

While Albert was having breakfast, Isobel, who had gone somewhere, appeared next to him without warning. She glanced at the girl from Castrobshe and asked, "You seem to be very interested in Castrobshe's school uniform?"

"Where have you been?" Albert changed the subject. He knew that there was no such thing as "cuckold" in other countries, so he would not tell others about it.

"Go meet a friend."

"friend?"

Albert was confused and couldn't imagine what friends Isobel could find here. If it were him, he might actually meet a few old friends.

"You know him too, you will know later." Isobel said mysteriously.

"Oh." Albert didn't think much and lowered his voice to talk to Isobel about the divination results.

After hearing what Albert said, Isobel's expression suddenly became very strange.

"What's wrong?" Albert asked confused.

"Actually, many schools already know that the content of the first round of competition is a joyful medicine." Isobel said in a low voice.

If he didn't have the ability to predict, Albert would definitely suspect that this was a smoke bomb deliberately set off by someone, but the content of the first round of the competition was indeed brewing a joy potion, and it had actually become known to everyone?

"I see!"

Albert nodded to show that he understood, and then continued to immerse himself in eating. Cheating was not unusual, just get used to it.

Isobel stopped talking and ate with Albert. She was in a good mood. She was here with Albert to participate in the potion championship anyway. It didn’t matter what the outcome was.

As soon as they finished eating the poached eggs, they saw Professor Slughorn hurried over, sat down next to the two of them, panted, and said to them in a low voice: "The content of the first round is... …delightful potion.”

This was one of the reasons why Professor Slughorn came with him to help the two successfully complete the first round.

Each school will know that the content of the first round of the competition is a joyful drug. In fact, the official is deliberately letting things slip. We can't let the schools that come to participate not even pass the first round!

All right.

There have been similar cases before, and there are quite a few.

Therefore, later it appeared that the officials deliberately released water.

Cheating has become a tradition in the magic school potions tournament. This saying has never been unfounded.

After Professor Slughorn finished speaking, Albert and Isobel exchanged glances, nodded with a smile and said, "We already know this."

"knew?"

Professor Slughorn muttered in confusion: "How do you know?"

"I just heard it mentioned by people from other colleges." Isobel casually found a reason. Anyway, it was something that everyone knew, and it was not surprising for them to hear it from others.

"Then you should be... no problem. I also brought a copy of "Advanced Potion Making" there, if any of you need it..."

"completely fine."

Seeing that both of them were very confident, Professor Slughorn said no more, and just told them that if they needed to review again, they could come to him to get the book.

The first round of the Magic School Potions Championship was at ten o'clock in the morning. The venue was in the village square. When everyone passed by, they saw eight large tables set up there.

It seems that in order to facilitate everyone to "help each other", players from the same school are arranged at the same table, which makes Albert very disappointed in the so-called potion championship.

Having achieved this level, is it still necessary to hold a competition?

In other words, the Potion Championship has completely changed since then.

Albert guessed it was probably the latter!

After all, it has been almost six centuries since the Magic School Potions Championship was held in 1407. It is actually quite normal for the championship to become what it is now.

Nothing is permanent, as time passes, everything changes.

Therefore, Albert actually admires the love of Nico and his wife.

After entering the stadium, Albert quickly stopped his thoughts that were flying around. He raised his head and scanned the surrounding referees and spectators. His expression suddenly froze. He finally knew who the acquaintance Isobel was talking about.

Kathleen Nicholas?

Why is this exquisite American girl here, and she seems to be very familiar with Isobel?

Albert was skeptical.

It is naturally difficult for beautiful girls to become good friends. They always like to compare their beauty with each other, and the two parties are more likely to become plastic friends.

As for the group of people on the referee's bench, there were really only a few familiar people sitting there. One of them was looking this way and nodded slightly towards Albert.

"Damocles?"

Well, that should be right.

Albert had seen the other party's photo in the newspaper.

Before the start of the Magic School Potions Championship, Bernard, the president of the Extraordinary Wizards Association, gave a speech to everyone:

Welcome everyone to participate in the 99th Magic School Potions Championship. In the first round, contestants need to brew a joy potion within an hour. The referee will select eight contestants to participate in the second round.

Albert felt someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and looked to the side. His eyes fell on the only boy in the Beauxbatons team. He remembered that this man seemed to be the grandson of President Bernard, and his name seemed to be... Guy... Bernard?

Forget it, it doesn't matter what he is called, he is just an insignificant guy anyway.

Albert regained his sight and focused on the wooden table in front of him, carefully checking the tools and raw materials he had been given. Then after the referee announced the start of the game, he began to slowly handle the raw materials.

As long as no major mistakes are made, an hour is plenty.

However, it turned out that even the students selected by various schools to participate in the Potions Championship were still a little confused at first.

In fact, this is completely normal. Even if they know the content a few hours in advance, it is only enough for them to review the brewing process. Moreover, not all wizards are good at brewing joy potions.

Halfway through the game, Albert smelled strange smells more than once. Apparently several students messed up the game.

Albert was not affected at all and still stirred the potion slowly.

Everyone is cheating, and if you want to win the game, you have to do your best to deal with it.

After the liquid in the crucible turned as golden as the sun, Albert immediately turned off the flame. After checking the finished product of the elation agent, he left the competition venue with satisfaction and sat down next to Professor Slughorn.

"Excellent, both you and Isobel are excellent!" Professor Slughorn did not hesitate to praise him.

Albert is indeed, as Dumbledore said, a genius in the field of potions, and he is still underage and his future prospects are simply immeasurable.

Albert was not the first one to leave the field, but he was the first player to finish the elation. He turned his eyes back to the field and found that most of the players had screwed up.

At least, their elixir of joy was not as perfect as it seemed. Some players were only halfway through it, and it was already too late.

Albert felt that one of the main reasons was the way Sleepy Bean was handled.

Generally, a silver knife is used to slice it, and the water squeezed out is not enough, which causes the changes in the joy agent to deviate from the description in the book.

The method most people use is to use a few more sleepy beans to solve this problem, but this step is actually very laborious.

Isobel's pot is almost done, with ten minutes left, which is enough for most of the contestants.

At this moment, a golden shadow passed by Albert's eyes, and a girl's fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose.

Katherine sat down next to Albert and greeted him with a smile.

At this moment, Albert only felt the word "danger" slowly floating on his head.