Chapter 825： Mysterious operation

Chapter 825 Mysterious Operation

 “Has Isius been found?”

"No, he disappeared, and the tracking magic originally left on him also failed."

 “Keep looking, that **** will have to pay for it.”

 “Now is not the time to cause trouble for Isius.”

“Damn it, I shouldn’t have hired an outsider to handle this matter in the first place.”

 “Don’t you agree too?”

The conference room was already noisy, and the "big guys" sitting here didn't expect that they were being teased by a "little guy".

At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly knocked open, and a panting wizard ran in and shouted: "The gold medal, the gold medal has appeared!"

"who is it?"

 “Who won the gold medal.

　　Several people in the conference room all stood up and looked anxiously at the out-of-breath wizard, wishing to slap the Cruciatus Curse on this guy who was half-talking.

"It's No. 17." The wizard said sadly, "The youngest No. 17 won the championship and the gold medal."

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

 How could an underage wizard win the gold medal?

This is impossible!

No matter what, they don’t want to believe it.

“That No. 17 is a Muggle wizard. How could he 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 others.

“The wizards who won the bet will come over soon to redeem their winnings.” 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 the winning wizards redeem them in batches."

Of course, gold coins must be given. Once you lose your credit, you are really doomed, and you will never be able to open a gambling game in the future.

If it were just a private gambling game, they would run away, but this is a gambling game opened in the name of "Bullfighting Daily" and the Ministry of Magic. Once the money is not paid, the Ministry of Magic will immediately find trouble for them.

"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 loss of 67,000." The young wizard whispered.

"How many?"

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

 Hearing this data, the conference room suddenly fell into silence.

 “Why are there so many?” Someone finally couldn’t help asking.

“Because of today’s headlines, many people think that No. 17 can win the championship.”

"We can't afford to pay this money." Someone said excitedly, "This is 67,000, not 67, nor 670, but 67,000. How can we get so much money to fill this hole?"

 “You want to renege on your debt?” The person in charge of the gambling bureau narrowed his eyes and looked at the others present.

 “We should think of other ways.”

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

 …

At the same time, waves of cheers came from the Barnabus Bar, and the beneficiaries raised their glasses and loudly blessed Barnabus Finkley, the youngest winner of the Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques in history.

 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 expression. She didn't expect that the man in front of her actually won the gold medal.

In full view of everyone, Yanila handed the championship trophy to Albert with a smile, 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 medal?

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

 “Here’s your bonus.”

 Yanila handed a bag of winnings to Albert, then picked up "Barnabus Finkley's Spells" from the tray and handed it to him again, and finally her own signed record.

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

 Next, he was surrounded by countless reporters.

 “One question per person.” Abbott 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 are you, Mr. Budd?”

“Next one.” Albert ignored him and pointed to another reporter, “It’s you.”

“It is rumored that you are going to marry Miss Yanila, is it true?”

"Fake, I already have a girlfriend." Albert chose another reporter. As for anyone who wanted to fish in troubled waters, he simply ignored them.

 A dozen reporters were sent away 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 didn't count carefully. I can use most of the languages ​​in Europe." Albert raised his hand and interrupted, "Okay, that's it."

 He pushed through the crowd and returned to his room.

“How does it feel to win the prize?” Bud asked with a smile. Albert’s words just now, “Mr. Bud, I won the championship.” made him very happy.

“Not very good.” Albert asked casually: “When will we go back?”

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

"forget it!"

“Why don’t you go down and meet your supporters? I think they probably want to meet you, the youngest gold medal winner!”

"It's just a false name." Albert threw the things on the bed casually, and after Bud closed the door, he lowered his voice and asked, "When can I get the money over there?"

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

 “What’s the matter?” Albert asked with a frown.

“Any wizard who wins a gold medal needs to leave behind his own spell-casting techniques.” Bard explained.

“I want to go back tomorrow, it’s not safe here anymore,” Albert said.

Bud quickly reacted, nodded and said: "You are indeed not welcomed by some people now. It is right to return to the UK as soon as possible. I'm afraid the problem here will have to wait for a few days. I will help you with the money then." Deposit it in the Gringotts vault."

 “Then please, we’ll go back to England tomorrow.” Albert really didn’t want to stay here any longer. Moreover, he felt that something was wrong with the way Diana and Yanila looked at him.

 If possible, Albert would actually like to return to China now.

However, he must attend the banquet tonight. After all, this is a banquet specially prepared for them, and it would be rude to refuse.

 There are a variety of carefully prepared sumptuous dishes on the table, but the atmosphere is a bit strange.

“Honestly, I’m curious how Mr. Anderson won the gold medal?”

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

 How did you lose?

"Mr. Anderson on the 17th has gone further than you in casting spells." Ms. Monica explained with a smile: "He actually created a very sophisticated set of spell casting techniques, and he also has deep knowledge in spell casting techniques." Understanding. Moreover, you should also have discovered that Mr. Anderson has high attainments in silent spells and wandless magic. He is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses."

Everyone was silent. They all could see that Albert was very good at silent spells and wandless magic.

“Mr. Anderson’s use of his patronus is also amazing.” Mr. Yaffe added with a smile, “I’ve never seen anyone else use their patronus like that.”

The other three people looked at each other. Maybe they were still confused at first, but when they saw the admiration on the referees' faces, they realized that there was a big gap between themselves and Anderson, which made the three of them a little depressed.

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

“Normally, the second round basically means picking the champion. If you have paid attention to previous games, it is not difficult to see this.”

One of the old referees smiled and explained to everyone: "The third round of gatherings and individual interviews are more to determine whether he is qualified to win the championship and gold medal, and also to see how everyone's spell casting techniques are? Of course, these Don’t say anything 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 speak out, other eliminated players will probably be very unconvinced.

"Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid you have to stay here for a few days. We want to talk to you about your spell-casting techniques and record it."

 “We can contact you through owl, or other methods.”

Albert, who had been eating silently, raised his head and said: "I probably don't like some people now, and besides, I want to return to the UK as soon as possible to share this joy with my family and friends."

 The five referees looked at each other, and finally agreed.

Those who opened the gambling bureau must have hated Albert, and the previous Felixir incident was a trick they pulled off.

Everyone chatted until eleven o'clock before they dispersed. Albert also got the contact information of other people. The wizard who was suspected of being an Auror was named Dempsey, who worked for the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance.

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

 …

　　It was late at night, and Yanila, wearing an off-white nightgown, came out of the bathroom and found her mother Diana sitting on a chair in the room.

 “Mom, is something wrong?”

Diana looked at her daughter, sighed softly and reminded, "He will go back tomorrow."

 Yanila paused in rubbing her hair, with an unconcealable tangle on her face.

 “Your opportunity 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 himself.”

"You are wrong, there is no man who doesn't like beautiful women, unless there is a problem with his sexual orientation." Diana walked to Yanila, gently hugged her daughter and said, "Besides, you are beautiful enough and good enough. . As for his character, don’t worry, I asked Bud, and Anderson’s character is very good. So, you have to seize the opportunity, if you miss it, I’m afraid you won’t be able to find another one in the future.”

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

 Yanila looked at her mother's leaving back 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 does not allow herself to do that, but Diana is right, she does not hate Albert, and if she misses it, she will probably be gone in the future.

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

When he arrived outside Albert's room, the door next door suddenly opened, and Bud stood by the door, calmly looking at the startled Yanila.

"your decision?"

“Well, it’s my decision, do you think it’s inappropriate?” Yanila looked at her grandfather, even though the two sides met very rarely.

“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 door that had been closed again, took a deep breath, picked up the key and inserted it into the keyhole. When she twisted the key and was about to push the door in, she found that the door did not move at all.

“What’s going on?” Yanila looked at the door handle in confusion, and then at the door in front of her. She took out her wand and tried to use the opening spell to open the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

 “Anti-Alajo Cave Opening Spell?” Yanila looked at the door in front of her doubtfully, and finally she chose to open a round hole in the door.

As the girl stepped in, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room: "What's the matter? Miss Yanila."

"You haven't slept yet?" Yanila's face turned red quickly. She sneaked into the man's room in the middle of the night and was caught by him. It was really embarrassing.

"I'm actually waiting for you." Albert waved his wand and lit up the lights in the room.

 “You know what I’m here for?” Yanila hid the hand holding the potion behind her back.

“Mr. Budd 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 suddenly biting your neck.” Yanila mustered up the courage to walk towards Albert, preparing to push him down in one breath.

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

 “You don’t actually have to be like this.”

“Do you know how determined I was to come here?” Yanila’s face suddenly turned pale, and she looked very angry.

"I can tell."

 “Am I not beautiful enough?” Yanila asked.

 “No, you are beautiful.”

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

"I admit that you are beautiful and make me excited, but I won't do that." Albert's tone was very calm: "I won't make my future life a mess because of a mistake. Okay, good night Ya Miss Nila, I wish you a sweet dream.”

 After saying that, Albert took out his magic wand and knocked down Yanila who was about to say something in front of him.

 “Alas, what a pity.”

Albert used his wand to move the other person to his bed, looked at that delicate and lovely face, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

 Who doesn’t like beautiful girls?

 Moreover, he took the initiative to deliver it to his door.

It’s just that Albert doesn’t think this kind of thing is worthwhile, and Isobel is not an idiot. If something really happens with the other party, Albert doesn’t think this kind of thing can be hidden from Isobel.

Why mess up a good life in the future.

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

"solved?"

"Um."

Isobel'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 you."

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

 “You’re right.” Isobel regretted not accompanying Albert to Spain.

 Man.

 He can refuse you once, twice, three times, or even more, but don’t expect him to refuse you countless times. People can never remain rational all the time.

Although Isobel doesn't want to admit it, this is the reality, especially excellent men, it is always easy to attract other beautiful girls.

“When will you come back tomorrow, I will pick you up.” Isobel said.

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

"me too."

Recently, I have started to resume 4k, but I always feel that I have not saved any manuscripts, and it is still far away to get perfect attendance.

　　

 (End of this chapter)