“It finally came out.”
Standing at the exit of the magic garden, Albert couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even if he returned along the same route, it would take him a lot of time, and it would also be a severe test of the contestants' physical strength.
He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time, and slowly walked towards the crowd not far away.
When Professor Slughorn saw Albert coming back, he immediately walked up quickly, put his arm around Albert's shoulders, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? They said you were attacked."
"Yeah, it really gave me a shock."
Albert looked at the players and the leader of the Uagadou School of Magic who were standing in the corner with gloomy faces, and said calmly, "I didn't expect him to suddenly attack me. Fortunately, I was careful and didn't let him succeed, otherwise I would have been carried back horizontally. By the way, am I the first one to come back?"
"The first one. The other three have been eliminated." Professor Slughorn said this with a gloating tone. "By the way, how are your magical ingredients collected? Are they enough to brew a potion?"
"No problem, I collected two." Albert seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes moved towards a young wizard walking towards him. He frowned slightly and continued, "This is really a magical garden. I have seen many precious magical plants on the way."
"Hand over your wand, we need to check your wand." The wizard who was suspected to be from the event organizer walked up to Albert and spoke in a formal and stiff tone.
"Check the wands, is this a new rule?" Albert looked at Professor Slughorn in confusion.
"Contestant Guy Bernard from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was attacked during the competition and a large number of Ariot leaves were stuffed into his mouth." Professor Slughorn secretly glanced at President Bernard at the referee's seat and explained the matter to Albert.
"Leaves of Ariote?" Albert raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard something interesting. "The attacker was really humorous. Guy Bernard was attacked at the entrance of the forest? Are you sure this is not a funny joke?"
Guy Bernard's face darkened when he heard this. There were indeed a few Ariottes at the entrance of the magic garden. It was not unreasonable for Albert to think so, but he was not attacked at the intersection.
"He was attacked in the enchanted gardens," the young wizard repeated a little impatiently. "Hand over your wand. We need to check it."
"Are you doubting me?"
Albert narrowed his eyes and stared at the young wizard. He didn't look friendly. It was probably because President Bernard couldn't bear to see his grandson eliminated, so he called for help to find the culprit. This made everyone uncomfortable. The black guy looked over here, or more precisely, the look he gave the young wizard was not very friendly.
"But I was also attacked by other contestants." Albert raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Valeria, the eliminated Kodosdoriz contestant, and then looked at the referee's seat. His cold tone was full of dissatisfaction, "Or do the organizers think that I, the victim who was not eliminated, am more suspicious?"
"Every player will be screened."
The young wizard's voice was filled with undisguised anger, because he found that the guy actually ignored him and walked towards the referee's seat.
"I don't think you can find out anything," Albert came to the judges' table and glanced at the other judges indifferently, finally landing on President Bernard's face, and reminded, "The contestants who attacked my Uagadou Magic School did not use wands. I still remember him saying, 'Anyway, they can't find any evidence.'"
"I think so too. That guy is lying."
The change in the scene made Professor Slughorn feel very uneasy. He hurried to Albert's side and tried to stop him, but was easily pushed away by the other party.
Many people have realized that things are going to be bad. They never expected that the contestants from Hogwarts would be so disrespectful to the event.
The principals of other schools could understand it. They all realized that Albert Anderson was a genius, knew a lot of "big shots" and could communicate with them on an equal footing. It was obvious that he had no respect for the referees here and would not buy into their tricks at all.
Moreover, Albert was a master of mind control. He obviously realized at the first moment that the organizers wanted to cause trouble for him, or to cause trouble for other students. As the contestant with the highest chance of winning the championship, he was treated like this.
"Enough, this is to ensure the fairness of the competition. Are you questioning the referee's decision?" President Bernard's face turned even darker, and he almost roared. He never expected that the other party would come directly to question him.
"Am I a prisoner? Tell me, are you planning to interrogate a prisoner?" Albert ignored the murderous look in the other party's eyes and asked calmly, "No, I am a contestant here to participate in the Potions Championship. I am a victim who has just been attacked. I am not your prisoner. Or is it that the Potions Championship is used to treating contestants as prisoners?"
Although the last sentence was said in a calm tone, it sounded harsh to everyone's ears. If the rumor that the organizers of the Magic School Potions Championship treated the contestants as criminals spread, God knows how those reporters would report it, considering that Albert is still the most favored candidate for the championship.
"Are you questioning the fairness of the jury?"
"I think he should be disqualified."
"We just want to ensure the fairness of the competition. All the players need to be checked."
"I was attacked, and your patrol members did not stop the attack." Albert didn't care what others said at all, and said to himself: "As a victim, I was interrogated and targeted as a criminal after I returned from collecting raw materials. In my opinion, this is the greatest injustice. Do you understand what I mean?"
"We didn't argue with you, all..."
"'They can't find any evidence anyway.'" Albert repeated coldly: "Are you sure you are not targeting me, or us."
"As far as I know, similar cases have occurred in previous Potions Championships, and there is no evidence to support this."
"If I had been eliminated, would I not have been treated like this? Don't deny this, because I can see that the man just now was preparing to interrogate me about something besides checking my wand. I am not a prisoner, but a contestant, and you obviously forgot this, and forgot that you should at least show due respect to the contestants. Therefore, the organizers must apologize to me for your rudeness, and there is no room for negotiation on this point."
Professor Slughorn was stunned. He didn't expect Albert to be so strong in demanding an apology from the tournament director.
All right.
In fact, not only him, but others were also stunned.
This is probably the first time this has ever happened.
Especially the black guy just now, he clenched his hands at this moment, and he couldn't wait to rush up to help.
He would accept being eliminated for violating the rules, but the humiliation he just suffered from the young wizard made the black guy extremely angry. He wished Albert could spit in the faces of the referees.
The development of things made Damocles feel a little magical. He remembered something. Hertok once told him that Albert Anderson was a genius and you'd better communicate with him as a friend, otherwise he would let you know that "my temper is worse than yours."
It is said that Hertog once lost his Gold Membership Card and later tried to use a Summoning Charm to recall it, which resulted in Albert, who was nearby, receiving a warning from the Ministry of Magic.
At that time, Hertog tried for a long time but failed to get his membership card back. Later, he went to Dumbledore but it was useless, and Albert even scolded him in the face.
In the end, he had no choice but to compromise and threaten the Ministry of Magic to publish the incident. Only then did the Ministry of Magic write an apology letter to Albert, and the matter was finally settled.
Albert had just started school at that time, and it would be even less likely for him to compromise now.
Moreover, it is said that this guy has published various papers in the wizarding world, covering not only the field of potions, and he knows a lot of famous wizards. It is said that the famous French alchemist has a very good relationship with him. He was nominated as a candidate for the Wizengamot a while ago.
Damn it, Muggle wizards don't get treated like this.
More importantly, Damocles himself owed him a favor. Albert provided him with a lot of help in improving the wolfsbane potion.
"President Bernard, I think this is indeed a problem on the part of the tournament organizers." Damocles said with a smile, "Mr. Anderson is right. He is a contestant here to participate in the Magic School Potions Championship, not a criminal. I think the previous actions were unfair. Don't forget that he is also a victim and was attacked."
All the referees looked at Damocles in astonishment.
"Based on my understanding of Mr. Anderson, he doesn't need to cheat. With his attainments in the field of potions, it won't be difficult for him to win the Potions Championship."
Everyone was stunned, probably because they didn't expect Damocles to say that.
The last sentence directly told them that Albert did not need to rely on cheating to win the championship because he already had the ability to do so.
Being recognized by a master of potions was enough to show Albert's attainments in the field of potions. Such a person did not need and would not bother to cheat.
"So how do you think this problem should be resolved?" The other referees asked Damocles directly without caring what President Bernard thought.
"If the wand inspection proves that Mr. Anderson is innocent, the organizers should apologize to him for this matter. I think it is reasonable to do so." Damocles said calmly, "There is another point I must remind everyone. As a referee, you must at least be fair and just, and not let the Potions Championship become a complete joke in everyone's eyes."
The last sentence is actually a reminder and a warning.
Albert was not even afraid of them. If he exposed this matter directly, not only would the Potions Championship become a complete laughing stock, but they, a group of potion masters, would probably become the laughing stock of their peers.
Does he dare to do this
Of course I dare.
And the reasons are quite good.
"Mr. Anderson, what do you think?"
"Take it," Albert threw the wand to the other party and said coldly, "You can't find anything."
The dark-faced young wizard immediately felt something was wrong and used the Flashback Spell on Albert's wand. However, Albert only used four spells: the Flying Spell, the Cutting Spell, the Shield Spell and the Resurrection Spell.
All right!
The truth is out.
Albert was not the attacker of Guy Bernard at all.
"Are you satisfied now?" Albert took back his wand and waited for the director to apologize to him.
"Well, the facts have proven that this incident has nothing to do with Mr. Anderson. I think it is completely reasonable for him to ask for an apology from the event organizer." Another witch looked at President Bernard, waiting for him to make a statement, while President Bernard looked at the young wizard.
"Sorry, I apologize to you for my rudeness just now." The muscles on the young wizard's face twitched twice, and he apologized to Albert reluctantly.
"I don't want his apology. He doesn't represent the organizer of the event." Albert ignored the wizard's apology and looked at the referee's seat and said, "What I want is the organizer of this event to apologize to me."
"you… "
"Do you know why I want to apologize to the tournament organizers?" Albert said coldly, "Because you treated me and other contestants as prisoners. We are contestants, not prisoners. Shouldn't we apologize for such rude behavior?"
"Do you think what you did just now was very polite?" President Bernard couldn't help himself.
"My courtesy is only for my friends and guests. As for the bad guys, I'm sorry, they are not among them and they don't deserve my friendly treatment." Albert almost said directly that you don't deserve my courtesy.
"Okay, President Bernard, you are the one who caused this, so you should solve it!"
President Bernard's face turned even darker when he heard this. He didn't expect that the director of the magic garden would just bow his head like this, and look so nonchalant.
The others' meaning was already very clear: he was the one who caused the problem, and he had to step up and resolve it.
"I'm sorry, we did not handle this properly." President Bernard quickly calmed down and said expressionlessly, "I apologize to you and the other contestants for our disrespect, but what we did was just to maintain the fairness and justice of the competition."
Another elderly wizard nodded slightly to Albert and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, that you have such an unpleasant memory, but I think the Magic School Potion Championship is not as bad as you think. We still hope to award the golden crucible that symbolizes the championship to the most outstanding potion genius."
"To be honest, I am very disappointed with the Potions Championship. At least the International Wizarding Chess Tournament is fair and there will not be such problems. No matter what some people are trying to do, the championship will still belong to me." Albert announced the ownership of the championship in a domineering manner.
Albert's domineering declaration surprised everyone present, but they soon remembered that the person in front of them was the youngest international wizard chess champion.