Chapter 823: Free
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 bet because they heard that player No. 17 had scored an overwhelming score in the previous game.
Perhaps player No. 17 can win the championship or even win the gold medal. Many wizards who are optimistic about Albert's dark horse have chosen to bet on him to win the final championship.
As for getting the gold medal, it is a bit difficult.
The "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 wizards who had not bet in advance were beating their chests.
“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 thought.” 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, and 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 flip through the book in front of him.
In only two hours, Albert briefly scanned the book.
How should I say it?
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.
It was originally free. Now I have to set a shell to restrain myself. It is ridiculous to think about it, but ... this may be the idea of the Banabs Finkeley's excellent curse competition!
A skilled wizard can decipher the spell the opponent wants to use through the opponent's wand gesture and the name of the spell he calls out, and can counterattack in advance.
Hence, 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 of being 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 it does not mean that it cannot be fine-tuned to make your spelling connection smoother and more natural.
There is a big difference between using spells in a hurry and using spells calmly. There is also a big difference in the power of spells.
Some wizards wave their wands in exaggerated movements and arcs. In fact, they are just to make their spell casting smoother.
However, Albert doubted whether they would dislocate their own arms 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 is 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 struggle 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, a secret meeting was taking place at the Bullfighting Daily.
The sudden appearance of a dark horse made the group of people who started the gambling bureau very anxious.
“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. 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, when we first started the 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."
The conference room fell into an eerie silence.
“At present, who wins the championship is most beneficial to us?” someone asked.
“No. 53.”
The wizard in charge of the report put a photo on the table, and it was clearly 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? He's still 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 be recognized by several judges. This requires not only talent, but also a lot of experience.
However, they did not forget that Mr. Anderson was actually a well-known genius in the wizarding world. After all, the standard of the winner of the International Wizarding Chess Tournament and the winner of the Magic School Potions Championship is very high.
“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. "On the bright side, it's 550 Galleons." Long, and there may be more, you know they started betting when we opened, and I even suspect that the initial money betting was related to that 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 does he get 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 brief silence, someone said, “So, he took us for granted?”
Everyone knows this is just an excuse.
“Maybe we can make him miss the last game,” someone suggested. “That’s not that hard, is it?”
There has 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 of the serious consequences if this kind of thing fails." The representative from the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't help but speak, "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 players is absolutely stupid.
If you want to manipulate the outcome of a game, you should usually solve the problem by paying off the referee.
But the referees in most large-scale events are actually fairly 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 where 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 serious.
Young people can't bear a little grievance, let alone a genius full of arrogance.
The room fell into an eerie silence 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 latest one was particularly short. He originally thought he would be detained for a month, but he was released after just one week.
Before Isius had time to be happy, someone came to his door.
For the sake of gold coins.
Ithus 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, even if you don’t have to think about it, you know who is looking for you.
Moreover, the weirdest thing about this task is that one of the contestants is asked to drink a small bottle of Felixir.
Yes, give the players a drink of elixir.
The use of elixirs 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 really 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 other party has indeed 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 target 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 potion and opened the door, 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, a new task was suddenly triggered on the panel.
Well, now he already knows what triggered the mission. The guy in front of him is the traveler he met when he came out of Bard'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 not enough for one day. Excessive drinking of Fuling The potion will cause obvious symptoms of arrogance, and it also proves that I actually relied on the Fuling Potion to pass the previous two rounds."
"Be honest with yourself, or let me forcibly use the telepathy 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. He stayed up all night looking at the guy in front of him, and now he was 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 he had better 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 coma spell to knock the person out, "You can use the Imperius Curse to control him, get the money, and then erase his memory. "
Speaking, Albert threw the wand to Bud.
"I'm not used to this thing." Bard waved his wand twice and shook his head.
“Then pick one that works well 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 unfortunate Mr. Isius.
“Out of body.”
(End of this chapter)