However, to gain respect and fame by saying hello to people in the international duel competition, Ye Ting really doesn't know which fool gave him the bad idea.
There is really a problem with my mind.
At this moment, Fudge's secretary and assistants happily introduced to everyone: "This is the Minister of Magic of the British Magic, the greatest wizard, Mr. Cornelius Fudge."
Hearing his name, many foreign wizards were very interested. After all, Fudge was still a Minister of Magic.
However, many foreign wizards have asked Fudge's secretary and assistants quite embarrassing questions.
"Shouldn't the most contemporary great wizard in Britain be Albus Dumbledore?"
This question made Fudge's assistants really do not know how to answer. After all, although he also agreed with this view, Fudge was his immediate superior.
Fortunately, this boss is not educated enough to understand what these foreigners are talking about.
However, Fudge couldn't understand it, and Ye Ting who passed by him could understand it—after all, his learning ability was really terrifying, and he could speak the mainstream comparative language in the world.
Hearing these funny conversations, he laughed out loud on the spot.
Then, his sudden laughter immediately attracted people's attention.
At this moment, Dumbledore himself was standing beside Ye Ting.
Dumbledore was so famous, and his height, and long white beard were so distinctive that people recognized him all at once.
This was terrible. These foreigners immediately gave up Cornelius Fudge, gathered in front of Dumbledore, and shook hands with him.
Seeing Fudge's now dark face, Ye Ting was about to laugh again.
"Oh, my God, are you Mr. Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in Europe?"
"I have read your book, and you are amazing."
"Why doesn't Hogwarts recruit students overseas? I really want to be your student."
"I heard that one of your students became the first Animagus in history to become a magical creature at a young age. It's amazing."
While talking, how did you mention me? Ye Ting couldn't help but his eyelids jumped.
In fact, Sandu was also a celebrity in the wizarding world, who received the Merlin Medal.
Soon, someone noticed him beside Dumbledore.
"Isn't this the first magical creature Animagus, the genius of Hogwarts, Mr. Ting Ye?"
"I heard that he also won the international wizard chess tournament!"
"Mr. Ye, can you sign me?"
Ye Ting didn't have the patience of Dumbledore. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately used a phantom spell, left here before being surrounded, and ran to Hermione and the two professors.
There, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were pointing at Cornelius Fudge, while Hermione was listening with interest.
Last year, Fudge's series of operations completely offended the entire Hogwarts, and neither professors nor students had a good impression of him.
"Poor Fudge," said Professor McGonagall in a low voice, avoiding Fudge's hearing. "He has always lived in his dream. Only there can he surpass Dumbledore and become the greatest wizard."
"I think he should give up this unrealistic dream sooner." Professor Flitwick frowned and said. This dwarf professor rarely looks down on someone. Obviously Fudge is one of them: "In Britain, all wizards know There is only one reason Fudge was able to become Minister of the Ministry of Magic, and that is that Dumbledore did not participate in the election."
"In fact, everyone said that," Professor McGonagall shrugged. "But who made Fudge not believe it. Now, arrogance has gradually eaten up his heart. You know, he just became Minister of Magic. Fudge, it’s annoying to ask Dumbledore for forty suggestions a day."
Hermione was also quite dissatisfied with Fudge, not because of the Dementor, but because the Ministry of Magic took Ye Ting away and wanted to judge him, and it was Cornelius Fudge who gave the order.
But now, the words of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick have greatly reduced Hermione's affection for Fudge and the Ministry of Magic, and she no longer respects the Ministry as before.
"What Ye Ting said at the time was right." She thought, "Most of the people in the Ministry are stupid."
…
This farce ended quickly, because the duel match was about to begin.
The rules of the duel match are quite simple. It is a pure knockout. There is no two wins in three rounds or three wins in five rounds. As long as you are knocked down, you will lose the ability to resist. The rules are quite cruel.
Moreover, this duel is somewhat different from a normal wizard duel.
A formal wizard duel can only use magic. The two sides of the duel must first bow to each other to show respect, and then assume a general dueling posture. After counting the three beeps, both parties will try to disarm, stun, injure, defeat or kill each other, forcing each other to yield and win.
In a formal duel, there is usually an "assistant"-this person is usually a trusted ally, who will take over from the duel when necessary to continue the fight.
In addition, there are a series of rules such as no physical contact.
However, in such a sporty duel match, first of all, too powerful and deadly magic cannot be used, such as the unforgivable curse, all kinds of deadly curses, explosive curses, splitting curses, all kinds of black magic, etc. Appeared in a duel of such a competitive nature.
In addition, even ordinary spells have regulations that cannot cause death or serious injury. For this reason, the organizers of the competition will arrange doctors and some powerful wizards to monitor each arena to prevent accidents. But since most of the duelists are powerful wizards, there will be a few bad luck guys seriously injured in almost every international wizard duel competition.
However, compared to the wizard duel competition hundreds of years ago, it is now considered civilized.
In addition, the "assistant" rule has also been cancelled. After all, this is not a life-and-death duel, but a competition of more personal abilities.
This international wizard duel contest was attended by hundreds of wizards from all over the world. Most of these wizards were recommended by the Ministry of Magic and duel clubs with a certain degree of self-blame. Hermione occupies the quota of the Ministry of Magic.
With so many players, although it is only a knockout, the competition will last three days in total.
Each duel usually only lasts a few minutes, but the need to give players time to rest and recover, which prolongs the schedule.
Now, Hermione is about to officially set foot on the arena to test her current level of combat.
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Hermione's first opponent was a big beard in a white robe. Ye Ting in the audience could tell at a glance that this was a wizard from the Middle East.
The wizard from the Middle East did not believe that the little girl in front of him was his opponent. He speaks jerky French. Even the person who made the gesture confirmed it several times with the referee, and finally had to admit this fact.
At this time, he looked at Hermione with some triumphant smiles, pretending to be kind.
"Little girl. Why don't you surrender actively? That way, you can avoid the suffering of flesh and blood. The wizard duel competition is not something a little girl like you can participate in."
Although his French was stubbornly speaking, Hermione understood it immediately-last summer, she taught herself some French while traveling in France-which made Hermione very angry because she didn't like being underestimated. Especially some people look down on her because she is a child or a woman.
"Listen well, uncle," she grimaced at the wizard of the Middle East, "in the game later, I will make you regret that you underestimated me this little girl."
"I'm not an uncle!" As if being poked to the point of pain, the Middle Eastern wizard was furious, "I'm only 25 years old this year!"
"Oh, isn't it?" Hermione couldn't help feeling a little smug when she saw him angry. "That's not what your beard said."
The Middle Eastern wizard wanted to refute, but Hermione had already pulled out her wand and bowed to him.
This is the etiquette before the wizard duel begins.