Chapter 820： ulterior motives

Chapter 820 Ulterior motives

"Tonight is a long experience."

Albert came out of the bathroom with a dry towel on his head. He just sat down at the table and was about to use the double-sided mirror to chat with Isobel.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

"Is there something wrong?"

Albert hurriedly wiped off the water on his head with a towel, and opened the door to find Diana, the bar owner, and her daughter Yanila standing in the corridor outside.

"Here's the list."

Diana smiled and handed a piece of paper to Albert, reminding: "The competition will start around ten o'clock tomorrow. You can choose a magic from the list and show it in front of the referees."

Albert took the paper and glanced at the content on it, then his eyes fell on the stack of papers in Diana's hand, and he quickly guessed what was going on.

The competition will start tomorrow, and the contestants need to show their magic in front of the referee, so they have to make some preparations in advance to avoid accidents.

As for Yanila's curious eyes, Albert ignored her.

"thank you, I know now."

After chatting with Diana for a few words, Albert closed the door again. When he was about to return to the table, the voices of mother and daughter came from outside the corridor.

"Mom, you are right, that Mr. Anderson is indeed a very special person. However, he seems to know what you want to do, and he seems to be a little disgusted." Yanila's voice was so soft that Albert could barely hear it.

"Don't be stupid, my daughter." Diana looked at Yanila's beautiful face and said softly, "You are so beautiful, and you are also a big singer, what man can refuse you?"

"Didn't you say he already has a girlfriend." Yanila said with a frown, clearly disapproving of Diana's proposal.

"So what?" Diana dismissed this, "How many couples break up after graduation.

Yanila was speechless for a while.

Well, although Mr. Anderson is indeed the type she likes, but... Yanila doesn't really like him, at most she has a liking for him.

On the contrary, she resented what her mother asked her to do.

Tempting and chasing after a man?

She Yanila is not nobody wants, why do this?

Since she started to be a singer, Yanila has no shortage of suitors in school.

Besides, who can guarantee that that guy will win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Award for Excellent Spellcasting?

Anyway, Yanila disliked this matter.

However, all the men in their family are looking for gold medal winners. It is precisely because of this reason that Yanila has not found a boyfriend until now.

"You should trust my vision. I can see people very accurately." Diana is very confident in her vision, and from the short conversation between Bard and Albert, it is not difficult to see that Albert is extraordinary. It's not just the seniors supporting the juniors, and the teacher supporting the students. The conversation between the two of them is more equal and casual, just like good friends.

Yanila curled her lips, but she didn't try to refute Diana's words. Her mother was really good at this.

"You should pray that he wins the gold medal." Diana didn't continue talking nonsense, "Forget it, I'll take you to meet other contestants. However, I'm sure none of them are suitable for Mr. Anderson."

As soon as the two left, Albert's door was reopened with a gap, and then closed again.

Albert, who was originally sitting at the table, held a round stone with his fingertips, reached out and took off the earphones, with an extremely weird expression on his face.

He probably figured out what was going on.

"I didn't expect such absurd and weird things to happen to me?"

Albert shook his head involuntarily, shook off the distracting thoughts in his head, and began to use the double-sided mirror to contact Isobel, while reading the paper he just received.

There are 30 different plans listed on the paper, and the difficulty is actually not high. The contestants only need to choose one of them, and then show it in front of the referee.

Actually, this can be regarded as a kind of persuasion.

If the contestant can't even do this well, then he should give up participating in the competition in advance, so as not to make a fool of himself in front of everyone tomorrow.

After all, the vast majority of wizards with excellent spellcasting skills are not too low in magic, which is one of the reasons why the Barnabus Funkley Award for Excellent Casting Skills has a high gold content.

Many wizards who win gold medals end up becoming celebrities.

To a certain extent, Diana's family's selection method is actually correct, and the one selected using this method must be a genius.

On the other side of the double-sided mirror, Katrina was talking with Isobel about the job she plans to do in the future, and the subjects she should take after she reaches the sixth grade.

Advising Katrina should have been the responsibility of Mrs. McDougal, but she was too busy, so Isobel could only do it for her.

"Did you hear any sound just now, as if someone was calling you?" Katrina had a weird expression on her face. She seemed to have heard Albert's calling from the room just now.

"Someone is calling me?" Isobel asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's Albert. I heard his voice just now. He seemed to be calling you." Katrina made a hush, "Did you hear that voice appeared again?"

"Is there?" Isobel stared at Katrina, and couldn't help teasing, "Did you miss him so much, so you misheard."

"This isn't funny at all." Katrina stood and looked for the source of the voice.

"Okay, I won't tease you, the sound is actually coming from the double-sided mirror." Isobel pointed to the double-sided mirror on the table, and explained to Katrina with a smile: "We have always passed Two-way mirror to keep in touch."

Katrina picked up the double-sided mirror that was turned upside down on the table, and looked at the acquaintance with a surprised expression in the mirror.

"Where's Isobel?"

Albert recognized the girl in the mirror who looked a bit like Isobel at a glance.

"Beside me." Katrina put the double-sided mirror back on the table, and walked away simply. She didn't want to watch the two show their affection, so she left the rest of the time to them.

"It seems that I interrupted your chat just now." Albert said apologetically.

"I just talked to Katrina about the sixth grade advanced studies." Isobel pulled out a chair and sat at the desk, "However, she seems to plan to take the same courses as you, only choosing mathematics divination and ancient runes."

"It's with us. Besides, the rest of the courses are useless." Albert said without hesitation. "By the way, I arrived in Spain today using the international Floo network. You should come with me. The food here is good, and I also encountered some interesting things."

Albert chatted with Isobel about what he had seen in Spain, but he didn't mention Yanila.

Just briefly mentioned that I met a singer who sang very well here, and said that I would bring her a gift when I went back.

Yes, Yanila is a pretty good singer in Albert's eyes.

Time flew by between the two casually chatting, and finally the two even continued chatting on the bed. When talking about the Christmas ball, Isobel was a little silent.

Albert once told her that if he was selected as a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, he hoped to invite Katrina to be his dance partner at the Christmas ball.

Then, replace the sisters and let Isobel dance the first dance with her. The McDougal sisters already look alike, so no one will recognize them after they have been dressed up.

Isobel never doubted Albert's ability, nor doubted that he could not become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament.

However, Albert's proposal made her hesitate. Although Isobel also wanted to dance with Albert, she felt that doing so was unfair to her sister.

Regarding this, Albert didn't know what to say. He almost forgot that Isobel was still a sister-controller, and he was really kind to his sister Katrina.

Albert did not refute this. This matter is still more than half a year away, and a solution to the problem will always be found by then.

As the night darkened, the bar gradually fell into silence. However, many people are destined to suffer from insomnia tonight.

When Albert woke up the next morning, he was in good spirits. When he got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, he found the atmosphere in the bar very depressing.

The lively atmosphere of last night was completely gone. Everyone seemed to be suffering from anorexia at the same time, and had no appetite for the food in front of them.

Albert suddenly had the illusion that he was preparing for the college entrance examination in his previous life, but the atmosphere here did not affect his appetite at all.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night."

When Bud went downstairs, he found that Albert, who had just eaten a toast sandwich, was eating hot chocolate with a "stick" similar to fried dough sticks.

"good."

Albert commented after eating the "fried dough sticks": "The breakfast here is a bit too sweet, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

"I think so too." Bud ordered himself a toast sandwich and a cup of hot milk. He looked up at the entire bar and said with a smile, "Most of the contestants don't have such a good appetite as you."

yes!

The other contestants have very serious anxiety disorders, obviously they can't compare with Albert, a guy with rich competition experience and strong psychological quality.

"You are very calm!"

Rodris appeared out of nowhere, sat on the seat next to Bud and looked at Albert. He was surprised at Albert's calmness.

"After a lot of experience, I won't be nervous anymore." Albert didn't lie, his current mental quality is really tempered.

After all, he has killed people, fought basilisks, faced werewolves, and participated in two major competitions, so he is naturally calmer than most of the contestants.

"Are you the referee?" Bud cast a searching look at his old buddy.

"No, I'm just an uninvited audience." Rodris shook his head and said.

"Is Mr. Dumbledore in the jury?" Albert asked suddenly. He was really afraid that Dumbledore would appear suddenly and see something from his spellcasting technique.

I should have done a divination last night, but I miscalculated!

"No, it's always been five people." Rodris said, "The referees for Barnabus Finkley's excellent spellcasting skills are professionals. In fact, most international competitions are usually judged by professionals. , in order to maintain the fairness and impartiality of the competition."

Honestly speaking, Albert is not interested in the so-called professionals, and even more scoffs at the so-called fairness and justice.

"Hypocrisy, this kind of nonsense is only yours to say." Bud curled his lips in disdain and said, "What the **** are most international competitions like? Don't tell me you don't know?"

"At least, Barnabus Finkley's excellent spellcasting competition is relatively fair." Rodris shrugged, "You should know this."

At this moment, the bar suddenly fell silent.

Albert turned his head to look at the stairway of the bar, and saw five elderly wizards coming down the stairs, and the bar owner, Diana, accompanied them respectfully.

"Those should be the referees!" Albert looked at the old people, three men and two women, and they were all very old. Albert suspected that they were older than Dumbledore.

The atmosphere in the bar became even more depressing. Even Bud and Rodris were not bickering. They briefly introduced the five old people to Albert, and also mentioned how they should show their magic in the future.

A simple and effective suggestion: Go big and do wonders.

Adhering to the principle that wizards with excellent spellcasting skills will not be too low in magic, contestants should try their best to show their magic. As long as they are not too lame and make serious mistakes, they don't have to worry about being eliminated in the first round of screening .

When the time came to 9:30, the waiters at the bar began to tidy up to make room for the next game.

The stage used for the concert last night has become a stage for contestants to perform. The contestants who are about to participate in the competition need to line up in groups according to the number plates assigned yesterday, and go to the stage one by one to show their magic.

Albert's number plate is No. 17, which is the last few numbers in the first batch of teams.

He looked at his front and back carefully, and the man in front of Albert was not much older than him. His face was slightly pale, and he was wiping the sweat from his palms with a handkerchief. He seemed very nervous.

And behind Albert is a mature wizard of about twenty-seven or eight years old, who seems much calmer. When Albert turned his head, he happened to meet the other's eyes. The man seemed surprised Albert is young and calm.

"Are you also here for Miss Yanila?" The wizard spoke fluent French.

"Miss Yanila?" Albert asked in French.

"you do not know?"

"Know what?" Albert asked back.

The wizard looked confused, "Aren't you a student of Beauxbatons? How come you don't know Miss Yanila."

"No, I'm a student at Hogwarts." Albert corrected.

The wizard suddenly stopped talking, as if he didn't intend to reveal the news to Albert.

Albert certainly saw the guy's thoughts, and couldn't help curling his lips.

It seems that someone else knows about the matter of Yanila's house, she is really unlucky.

At the time when Albert was chatting with people, the game had already started.

With the help of Diana and a pair of young men and women, the contestants began to show their magic on stage in an orderly manner.

Contestant No. 1 is a man in his thirties. He waved his magic wand in a way he thought was elegant, and conjured large flowers out of thin air.

(end of this chapter)