Galleons are good stuff!
Its usefulness is as powerful as its appeal.
When Truman announced that the champion of the Wizard Card Tournament might be awarded 10 Galleons, it immediately attracted the attention of many students. They were a little surprised at first and doubted the authenticity of the news, but they still became interested in the Wizard Card Club that was going to host the tournament. They were soon surprised to find that the club actually had 45 members.
However, what surprised them even more was that the Wizard Card Club was actually founded by the genius wizard Albert Anderson, which meant that the Galleons were paid by this genius.
Hogwarts students' initial impression of Albert Anderson can only be described in a few short words: genius, lucky, and rich.
There was no doubt that Albert could afford the Galleons.
Students who were attracted by Garlon began to try to get in touch with and understand the Wizard Cards. Their overall impression of this new card game was that it was simple, interesting and had a high degree of freedom.
For a time, the wizard card competition became a topic of discussion among many Hogwarts students.
Although this game is still in its infancy and the cards used are of low quality and crude, students who have seen the preliminary finished cards will not think that the game will stop here.
What is even more interesting to them is that the character cards used in the wizard cards are actually students from various colleges. Some members of the wizard card club have their own cards, and the effects and signatures of these cards are also unique.
"I can't believe that the number of people who signed up has increased all of a sudden!" Lee Jordan stared at the list and couldn't help but sigh.
On the third day after the news was released, club members began to come to Lee Jordan to sign up and inquire about the championship prize.
Lee Jordan preliminarily registered the contestants as Albert requested, and reminded them that once the championship prize of ten Galleons was confirmed, they would need to pay a registration fee of two Sickles, and that there would only be thirty-two final places available.
At that time, if they are willing to pay the registration fee and continue to participate in the competition, they will be given priority in the entry list.
"Garlon's charm is more terrifying than I thought." Albert couldn't help but sigh.
Even those who originally had no interest in Wizard Cards began to understand how to play Wizard Cards, and many students came to him to sign up and prepare to join the Wizard Card Club.
After all, this is just a loose organization with only one meeting a month, so it won't be a problem if you don't attend the meeting.
"Will tomorrow's party still be held in the hall?" George suddenly asked.
"Well, we can occupy the table at the end of the hall." Albert thought for a moment and replied.
"I thought you would find a classroom." Fred was surprised. He felt that it was not a good idea to always gather in the hall. It made the club feel informal.
If Albert knew what they were thinking, he would definitely want to complain. Holding the event in the hall was naturally to attract more popularity. As more and more people join the club, more and more people will become interested in wizard cards and take the initiative to learn about them.
If one day, most of the students at Hogwarts like to play wizard cards, the monthly party will be very lively and that day will be a feast.
"Games are only fun when played together." Albert reminded with a smile, "Hogwarts is just a .asxs. to us."
The brief exchange ended with breakfast. Today was the day to go to Hogsmeade, and they still planned to leave for Hogsmeade early to avoid other students.
"Oh, by the way, can we go with you later..." Fred raised his hand and scratched his forehead, asking a little embarrassedly.
"We are also interested in brewing the Bafei Brain Stimulant," George added immediately.
"Well... it should be possible. Mr. Dagworth didn't say in the letter that we can't bring others with us." Albert thought for a moment and reminded, "But I must tell you in advance that this will definitely not be a pleasant process, and with your understanding of potions, you may not learn anything useful in the end."
After receiving Albert's kind reminder, Fred and the other two finally chose to go with Albert to visit the Potions Master Mr. Dagworth.
Dagworth's house was located in a remote corner of Hogsmeade, a place that few people would disturb. When they first approached, they had a strange feeling that no one might have lived here for a long time.
When Albert went up and knocked on the door, it was a house-elf who opened the door for them.
"Please come in, Mr. Anderson, and these other gentlemen." The house-elves enthusiastically led Albert and the others into the hall. It was a very comfortable place with a fire burning by the fireplace. The house-elves quickly brought them hot drinks and cakes.
"Where's Mr. Dagworth?" Albert picked up the hot milk tea, took a sip, and asked as he put down the teacup.
"The master will be here soon, and he has told me to entertain you well." The house-elf bowed slightly to Albert and slowly left the room.
All three were surprised at the treatment Albert was receiving.
"I suddenly understand why Albert likes to have afternoon tea with Professor Smith." Lee Jordan took a bite of Honeydukes' best cake and said sourly, "This treatment is really amazing."
"You definitely wouldn't get this treatment if you were in my shoes." Fred and George couldn't help but sarcastically said, "If you go, you might end up in detention."
"Humph, you've been in solitary confinement more times than I have." Lee Jordan fought back without showing any weakness.
Not long after, a deep green flame suddenly rose from the fireplace in the hall. Hertok Dagworth emerged from the flame and greeted Albert with a smile. He was not surprised that Albert came with other companions.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Dagworth said.
"The milk tea here is good." Albert said. Fred and the others felt a little restrained and didn't know what to say.
"Come with me. The laboratory here has not been used for a long time. To be honest, I haven't lived here for a long time since I moved out of Hogsmeade." Dagworth led them to the door of the laboratory and reminded them seriously, "Although there is nothing dangerous in the laboratory, I still want to remind you not to touch anything, especially when I am brewing potions, otherwise I will have to kick you out."
Of course, Fred and the other two could tell that this was a warning from Dagworth.
The laboratory was not quite what the four had imagined. They had thought they would see a scene similar to the Potions classroom, but there were only many empty cabinets here.
"Honestly, I really don't understand why you want to make Buffy's Brain Stimulant. This thing is one of the potions that the Ministry of Magic prohibits from being privately prepared. Most people who can make it are idiots." Dagworth fiddled with the crucible and couldn't help muttering.
"Why do you say that?" Fred asked curiously.
"Because those guys always brew some defective products and then poison themselves half to death. Some unlucky ones even become idiots because of this." Dagworth sneered, "As far as I know, there are quite a few such idiots in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Because they drank inferior Bafe's Brain Awakening Potion and damaged their brains, they had to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a long time."