After the results of the second round of Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Competition came out, there were not many people in Barnabus' bar very quickly. Most of the wizards flocked to the gambling game of "Bullfighting Daily". Some people were
In order to exchange their winnings for gold coins, some people continued to place bets because they heard that player No. 17 had scored an overwhelming score in the previous game.
Maybe player No. 17 can win the championship or even win the gold medal. Many wizards who are optimistic about Albert, the dark horse, have chosen to bet on him to win the final championship.
As for getting the gold medal, it's a bit difficult.
"Bullfighting Daily" had to lower Albert's odds again. The odds for the gold medal were only one-third of the original, and the odds for the championship were only one-fifth of the original. Many people who did not place bets in advance originally
The wizards who were paying attention were beating their chests and stamping their feet.
"What are you thinking about?"
Bud put down the newspaper and looked at Albert who was eating ice cream.
"This game is not what I expected." Albert has a skill panel, and his understanding of spell casting techniques is naturally far better than other wizards.
However, after several rounds of competition, Albert became suspicious of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell-casting skills.
What is the method of casting a spell?
To put it bluntly, it is the experience and skills of using magic.
However……
Well, the first two rounds did bring a lot of doubts to Albert.
After hearing Albert's doubts, Bud smiled and put a book in front of Albert.
"Barnabus Finkley's Spellcasting Technique?"
Albert glanced at the title of the book and found that it was actually in Spanish.
"I got this specially for you. It's only a Spanish version, but I think you won't have any reading problems!"
"This thickness... I saw the abridged version before?"
"Yes, the ones published outside are all abridged versions. This one is a reward for the gold medal winner."
Albert quickly wiped out the ice cream in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe his palms, and began to read the book in front of him.
In just two hours, Albert briefly scanned the book.
What should I say?
This book is actually useful, but it's useless.
Albert used Voldemort's spell-casting techniques. The spell-casting techniques recorded in "Barnabus Finkley's Cursing Techniques" were useless to him, but the ideas provided in the book were useful. They were provided by the system
Combining his knowledge, Albert got the answer he wanted.
However, Albert didn't like it very much.
To apply this book, it's like putting a shell on yourself.
I was originally free, but now I have to put on a shell to restrain myself. It's ridiculous to think about it, but... this may be the idea behind Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Competition!
A skilled wizard can decipher the spell the opponent wants to use through his opponent's wand gesture and the name of the spell he calls out, and can counterattack in advance.
Therefore, silent spells and wandless magic are important components of the spell-casting techniques of skilled wizards.
The reason why Albert received high scores in previous performances was not because of how wonderful his performance was, but because all five judges saw that he could skillfully use silent spells and wandless magic.
For most adult wizards, this is almost impossible.
And why did the middle-aged wizard who was suspected to be an Auror and other wizards get good scores?
In fact, it comes from another aspect, the optimization of methods.
Each spell-waving gesture is fixed, but that doesn't mean you can't fine-tune it to make your spell-casting connection smoother and more natural.
There is a big difference between using a spell in a hurry and using a spell calmly. There is also a big difference in the power of the spell.
Some wizards wave their wands in exaggerated movements and arcs, but in fact they are just to make their spell casting smoother.
However, Albert doubted whether they would dislocate his arm first.
That night, Albert carefully studied the knowledge in his head about Voldemort's spell-casting techniques. He had only mastered many skills and had not studied them in depth.
There's no way around it. Sometimes even the inventor of magic doesn't know how it works. Sometimes it's just good to know how to use it. It doesn't make much sense to worry about it so much.
However, if Albert wants to win the championship and gold medal, he must be willing to spend time on it. The result of divination only represents the final result and does not mean that he can win because the future has not happened yet.
While Albert was working hard for the gold medal, the "Bullfighting Daily" was holding a secret meeting.
The sudden appearance of the dark horse made the group of people who started the gambling business miserable.
"You mean, we've already lost more than five thousand?" A wizard hiding in the shadows couldn't help but ask.
No wonder he was so shocked, since they had basically never lost money since they started gambling.
The one who loses money will always be the one who bets. This is the truth of gambling.
"Yes, if No. 17 wins the final championship, we will lose 17,000, and this amount will continue to rise. If No. 17 wins the gold medal, we will lose 45,000." A wizard responsible for statistics told
Reports from several people at the meeting.
"How can it be!"
Several wizards in the room were very surprised. You must know that they are the organizers and rarely lose money.
"Many wizards bet on him to win the championship. As for the gold medal, in the early days of our betting, many people were optimistic about No. 17 and bet on him to win the gold medal. The odds were very high at that time. Later, we lowered the odds three times because of this.
Rate. More and more people will win the gold medal one after another on the 17th."
There was an eerie silence in the conference room.
"At present, who wins the championship and is most beneficial to us?" someone asked.
"No. 53."
The wizard in charge of the report put a photo on the table, and it turned out to be Noe, a decadent man who had just graduated from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"If we only win the championship, we can benefit from 21,000."
"I understand, you continue to count, we need the latest data." The wizard who hosted this secret meeting waved his hand, indicating that the other party could leave.
"Are you too nervous? That's just a sixteen-year-old kid. Don't you think he can really win the gold medal?" Someone finally couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the conference room and said.
This is actually true. The championship of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting competition is easy to win. Winning first place is the championship. However, if you want to win the gold medal, you need to get the approval of several judges, which requires more than just
Talent and a lot of experience are needed.
There are only a few wizards who can win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting before the age of thirty, and those winners are all well-known geniuses in the wizarding world.
However, they did not forget that Mr. Anderson was actually a well-known genius in the wizarding world. After all, the champions of the International Wizarding Chess Competition and the Magic School Potions Championship were of very high standards.
"There are very dangerous signs now, and we have to consider the worst outcome." Someone reminded.
"Can we start from the referee's side?" someone suggested.
"This is definitely the stupidest thing I've ever heard of." An older wizard sneered.
"Then what do you think we should do?"
"Perhaps, we can talk to Mr. No. 17. After all, the championship and gold medal only cost a little money. We can..."
"That's impossible. You probably don't know how many Galleons the British guy who brought No. 17 to this game bet on him." Someone shook his head and rejected the bad idea, "It's 550 Galleons just on the surface.
Long, and there may be more, you know they started betting when we opened the market, I even suspect that the initial betting money was related to the British guy."
"The first batch of people who placed bets were all that person's friends." The person in charge had to remind the others, "And they are all very difficult to mess with."
"I'm curious where he gets his confidence."
"Just because his name is Bud Broad, the former winner of the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellence in Spellcasting, and he was only twenty-five years old when he won the award, I think you should know what this means.
"
"That number seventeen is his student."
After a short silence, someone said, "So, he took us for granted?"
Everyone knows this is just an excuse.
"Maybe, we can let him miss the last game." Someone suggested, "That's not difficult, is it?"
There has really never been a similar case in history, and most of the time "Bullfighting Daily" does not lose money.
However, this time a ruthless person came and stunned them.
"Everyone, I must remind you, if this kind of thing fails, there will be serious consequences." The representative from the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't help but speak, "At that time, it will not just be a matter of money."
"A little money, you tell me this is a little money?" someone screamed in an extremely corrupt manner.
"Yes, it is just a little money for the entire "Bullfighting Daily". You have to know that once it is exposed, it will be really over. It is really over. Do you understand what I mean? If you do such a stupid thing, don't expect it.
The Ministry of Magic will help you find out."
Kidnapping a player is absolutely stupid.
If you want to manipulate the outcome of a game, you should usually solve the problem by buying off the referee.
But the referees in most large-scale events are actually quite fair, especially those who are very old. It is basically impossible to bribe them.
As for buying off No. 17, that is even more impossible.
He is only 16 years old, at an age when he is young and energetic and is not afraid of anything.
Once the negotiation breaks down and the other party reveals this matter, the problem will become bigger.
Young people can't bear a little grievance, let alone a genius full of arrogance.
The room fell into an eerie silence once again.
…
Isius Knowlton thought that he was not a good person. He did not have a serious job and had to make a living by petty theft. Breaking into houses and reselling smuggled supplies were his most common things.
For this reason, Isius spent a lot of time in jail.
However, he found that the last one was particularly short. He originally thought he would have to stay in prison for a month, but he didn't expect to be released after just one week.
Before Isius had time to be happy, someone came to his door.
For the sake of gold coins.
Isius drank a bottle of compound potion and sneaked into Barnabus Bar disguised as a foreigner. His mission was to disqualify an underage wizard from tomorrow's competition.
Well, you don’t even have to think about it to know who is looking for you.
Moreover, the weirdest part of this task is that one of the contestants is asked to drink a small bottle of Felixir.
Yes, give the players a magical elixir.
The use of Felixir is prohibited in any competition and will result in immediate disqualification if discovered.
I have to say that the guy who came up with this method is really a genius.
Even if No. 17 actually wins the championship and the gold medal in the end, and it is exposed that he is suspected of using the Felixir, and then it is detected that the opponent actually used the Felixir, the championship and the gold medal will naturally have nothing to do with him."
As for Albert Anderson's reputation, what does it have to do with them?
They may even plausibly console themselves by saying that this is revenge for Bud Broad's plucking of their wool.
However, the plan was good, but the wrong person was chosen.
Isius still hasn't figured out what happened. He remembers that he secretly came to Mr. Anderson's room before dawn, released some hypnotic gas into it, and prepared to give Mr. Anderson some Fuling.
agent.
However, when he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in medicine and opened the door and went in, Isius found that his memory had become blurred. When he woke up in a daze, he found that he was tied to a chair.
on, while his target was yawning and looking at him with a very strange expression.
Last night, when Albert was getting ready to go to bed, the panel suddenly triggered a new task.
Well, now he already knows the reason for triggering the mission. The guy in front of him is the passenger he met when he came out of Bud's room.
"I think the guy who came up with this method is simply a genius." Albert was not angry. He fiddled with the Fuling Elixir just seized from the other party with his fingertips. "This bottle of Fuling Elixir is more than one day's supply. Drinking too much Fuling
The drug will cause obvious symptoms of arrogance, and it also proves that I actually relied on the Fuling drug to pass the previous two rounds."
"Please tell me the truth, or let me forcefully use the Enchantment Spell on you. You know, overuse of that spell may turn you into an idiot. I think no one will care about your life or death at that time." Bard looked at him with a dark face.
Looking at the guy in front of him, he stayed up all night and was now in a bad mood. I really didn't expect that the gambler actually planned to do something dirty and directly disqualify Albert from the competition.
Isius couldn't understand how he was exposed, but he knew that it was best for him to explain clearly, lest he completely become a victim and die inexplicably.
"What do you think we should do with him?"
"Why don't you have money?" Albert said with a smile after using the Stunning Curse to stun the person. "You can use the Imperius Curse to control him, get the money, and then erase his memory.
"
With that said, Albert threw the wand to Bud.
"I'm not used to this thing." Bard waved his wand twice and shook his head.
"Then pick out a handy one from here." Albert took out a box containing a bunch of new wands.
"I think they must be furious." Bud took out his wand and waved it twice, pointing it at the head of the unlucky Mr. Ithus.