Chapter 707： see also tradition

Chapter 707 See also Tradition

The unlucky Waggadu student sounded the alarm to all the contestants. The Magic School Potions Tournament is definitely not as safe as everyone imagined. There are many dangerous plants in the magic garden that will cause a lot of trouble to the contestants and even threaten their lives.

Albert suddenly understood why the headmaster refused to let the fourteen-year-old Zygmunt Bucky participate in the Magic School Potions Championship.

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

Albert is more concerned about whether "Sigismund Bach's last wish" can be successfully completed, and how much benefit it can bring to himself after completion.

He, Albert Anderson, is a real guy.

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

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

Actually, the Magic School Potions Tournament also prepares similar potions for the contestants to prevent everyone from being too nervous and sleepless at night, so that they can participate in the competition in the best condition tomorrow, which is extremely considerate.

Woke up the next day, Albert felt that he was in great condition, but when he went downstairs to have breakfast, he felt that the atmosphere in the bar hall was a bit weird, everyone looked nervous, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

No way, everyone is a competitor, and it is quite restrained not to quarrel.

Last night, a wizard in emerald green robes got punched in the nose for mocking a hapless Ouagadou student.

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

The result is naturally nothing.

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

However, his idea was confirmed just now. A certain enthusiastic Castrobusher girl told Albert that Castrobuscher's wizard's pointed hat is indeed bright green, and their school is better at herbalism and Magizoology, so the Golden Crucible has won the Magic School Potions Championship quite a few times, and it can be regarded as a relatively strong competitor for Albert.

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

"Where have you been?" Albert changed the subject. He knew that there was no such thing as a "green hat" in other countries, so he naturally wouldn't tell others about it.

"Go meet a friend."

"friend?"

Albert was very confused and couldn't imagine what kind of friends Isobel could find here. If it were me, maybe I might meet some old friends.

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

"Oh." Albert didn't think much about it, and lowered his voice to tell Isobel about the result of the divination.

After listening to Albert, Isobel's expression suddenly became very strange.

"What's wrong?" Albert asked in confusion.

"Actually, quite a few schools already know that the content of the first round of competition is a euphoria." 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 released by someone, but the content of the first round of the competition was indeed brewing a euphoria, and it was already known to everyone?

"I see!"

Albert nodded to show that he knew, and then continued to bury his head in eating. Cheating is not a rare thing, just get used to it.

Isobel didn't speak anymore, and she was in a good mood to eat with Albert. Anyway, she came to participate in the Potions Championship with Albert, so it doesn't matter what the result is.

As soon as he finished eating the poached eggs, he saw Professor Slughorn rushing over here, sitting down beside the two of them, gasping for breath, and said to them in a low voice: "The content of the first round is... Euphoria."

This is also one of the reasons why Professor Slughorn came over to help the two successfully complete the first round of the competition.

All schools will know that the content of the first round of the competition is a euphoria. In fact, it is the official intentional release of water. We can't let the participating schools fail to pass the first round!

All right.

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

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

Cheating has become a tradition in magic school potions tournaments, this saying has never been groundless.

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

"knew?"

Professor Slughorn muttered suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"I just heard people from other colleges mention it." Isobel casually found a reason. Anyway, it is not surprising for them to hear others say something that everyone knows.

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

"completely fine."

Seeing that both of them were very confident, Professor Slughorn didn't say any more, but only asked them to ask him for the book if they needed to review it again.

The first round of the Magic School Potions Tournament was at ten o'clock in the morning. The venue was on 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 all arranged at the same table, which makes Albert very disappointed with the so-called Potions Tournament.

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

In other words, the Potions Championship has completely changed since it was held.

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 that the tournament will become the ghost it is now.

Nothing is eternal, everything will change over time.

So, Albert actually admires the love of Nicole and his wife.

After entering the arena, Albert quickly calmed down his wandering thoughts, looked up at the referees and spectators around him, his expression froze, and he finally knew who the acquaintance Isobel mentioned was.

Katherine Nicholas?

Why is this delicate American girl here, and she seems to know Isobel very well?

Albert doubted it.

Beautiful girls are naturally difficult to be 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 acquaintances sitting there. One of them was looking at this side and nodded slightly at Albert.

"Damocles?"

Well, it should be right.

Albert has seen photos of each other from newspapers.

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

Welcome everyone to participate in the 99th Magic School Potion Championship. The content of the first round of the competition is that the contestants need to brew the euphoria potion within an hour, and the referee will select eight players from them to participate in the second round.

Albert felt that someone was watching him, so he turned his head and looked to the side, and his eyes fell on the only boy in Beauxbaton's team. He remembered that this man seemed to be the grandson of President Bernard, and his name seemed to be... Guy Burr Nader?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter what it’s called, it’s just an irrelevant guy anyway.

Albert retracted his gaze, focused on the wooden table in front of him, carefully checked the tools and raw materials that were allocated, and then began to process the raw materials slowly after the referee announced the start of the game.

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

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

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

Halfway through the game, Albert had already smelled something strange more than once. Obviously, several students messed up the game.

Albert was not affected at all, still stirring the potion slowly.

Everyone is cheating. If you want to win the game, you must do your best to deal with it.

After the liquid in the crucible turned golden yellow like sunlight, Albert immediately turned off the flame, inspected the finished product of the euphoria potion, left the venue with satisfaction, and sat down beside Professor Slughorn.

"It's great, whether it's you or Isobel, it's great!" Professor Slughorn didn't 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 is simply immeasurable.

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

At least, their euphoria is not as perfect as it seems on the surface, and several players have even done it halfway, and the time is too late.

Albert thinks the main reason is the way Sleepy Beans are handled.

Generally, it is sliced ​​with a silver knife, and the water squeezed out is not enough, which causes the change of the euphoric potion to deviate from the description in the book.

The way 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 finished, and there are still ten minutes left, which is enough for most of the contestants.

At this moment, a golden figure passed before Albert's eyes, and a scent of a girl penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Catherine sat down beside Albert and greeted him with a smile.

At this moment, Albert only felt the word "Danger" floating slowly above his head.

(end of this chapter)