After the results of the second round of Barnabus Finkley's Excellent Spellcasting Competition came out, there were soon not many people in Barnabus's bar. Most of the wizards flocked to the gambling game of the Bull Fighting Daily. Some came to exchange the gold coins they won in the gambling, while others continued to bet because they heard that contestant No. 17 had won an overwhelming score in the previous game.
Maybe contestant No. 17 will win the championship, or even 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 winning the gold medal, it is a bit difficult.
The Bullfight Daily had to lower Albert's odds again, with the gold prize odds only one-third of the original, and the championship odds only one-fifth of the original. Many wizards who had not placed bets in advance 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, so his understanding of spellcasting techniques is naturally far superior to that of other wizards.
However, after several rounds of competition, Albert began to doubt Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell-casting skills.
What is the spell casting technique
To put it bluntly, it is the experience and skills of using magic.
However…
Well, the first two rounds did bring Albert a lot of doubts.
After listening to Albert's doubts, Bud smiled and put a book in front of Albert.
"The Barnabus Finkley Spellcasting Technique?"
Albert glanced at the title of the book and found that it was in Spanish.
"I got this especially for you. It's only in Spanish, but I think you shouldn't have any problems reading it!"
"This thickness... I watched the abridged version before?"
"Yes, the ones published outside are all abridged versions. This one is the reward for the gold medal winner."
Albert quickly finished 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 just two hours, Albert skimmed through the book.
How to say it
This book is actually useful, but it is also useless.
Albert used Voldemort's spellcasting techniques. The spellcasting techniques recorded in "The Spellcasting Technique of Barnabus Finkley" were useless to him, but the ideas provided in the book were useful. By combining them with the knowledge provided by the system, Albert got the answer he wanted.
But Albert didn't like it.
If you apply this book, it's like putting a shell on yourself.
Originally he was free, but now he has to put on a shell to restrain himself. It's ridiculous to think about it, but... maybe this is the idea of Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell-casting competition!
A skilled wizard can see through the opponent's wand-swinging posture and the name of the spell he shouts out to see what spell the opponent wants to use, and can counter it in advance.
Therefore, silent spells and wandless magic are important components of a skilled wizard's spellcasting techniques.
The reason why Albert received high scores in his previous performance was not because of how brilliant his performance was, but because all five judges saw that he was adept at using silent spells and wandless magic.
For most adult wizards, this is almost impossible to do.
Why were the middle-aged wizard who looked like an Auror and other wizards able to get good scores
In fact, it comes from another aspect, the optimization of techniques.
The gestures for waving each spell are fixed, but that doesn't mean you can't fine-tune them to make your spell-casting more smooth and natural.
There is a huge difference between casting a spell in a hurry and casting it calmly, and there is also a huge difference in the power of the spell.
Some wizards swing their wands with exaggerated movements and arcs, but in fact it is just to make their spellcasting smoother.
However, Albert doubted that they would dislocate their arms first.
That night, Albert carefully studied the knowledge in his head about Voldemort's spell-casting methods. He had only mastered many of these skills but had never studied them in depth.
There's no way around it. Sometimes even the inventor of magic doesn't know the principles behind it. Sometimes it's enough to just know how to use it. There's not much point in worrying about it.
However, if Albert wants to win the championship and the gold medal, he has to be willing to spend time on it. The result of divination only represents the final result, and does not mean that he can win easily, because the future has not happened yet.
While Albert was working hard for the gold medal, a secret meeting was taking place at the Bullfight Daily.
The sudden appearance of the dark horse made the group of people who set up the gambling game extremely anxious.
"You mean, we've already lost more than five thousand?" A wizard hiding in the shadows couldn't help but ask.
It's no wonder that he was so shocked, since they had basically never lost money since they started the gambling game.
The one who loses money is always the one who places the bet. 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 in charge of statistics reported to several people at the meeting.
"How is that possible!"
Several wizards in the room were very surprised. You know, they were the organizers and rarely lost 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 number 17 and bet on him to win the gold medal. The odds were very high at that time, so we later reduced the odds three times. Later, more and more people bet on number 17 to win the gold medal."
There was an eerie silence in the conference room.
"Who will be most beneficial to us at this moment if they win the championship?" someone asked.
"No. 53."
The wizard in charge of the report placed a photo on the table. It was a photo of Noe, a decadent man who had just graduated from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"If we only win the championship, we can benefit 21,000."
"I understand. Please continue with the statistics. We need the latest data." The wizard who presided over the secret meeting waved his hand, indicating that the other party could leave.
"Are you too nervous? He is just a sixteen-year-old boy. You don't think he can really win the gold medal?" Finally, someone couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the conference room and spoke up.
This is actually true. The champion of the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spellcasting Competition is easy to win. Winning first place is the champion. However, to win the gold medal, you need to get the recognition of several judges, which requires not only talent but also rich experience.
There are only a handful of wizards who can win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellence in 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 Wizard Chess Tournament and the Magic School Potions Championship were both of very high standards.
"There are already very dangerous signs, and we have to consider the worst outcome," someone warned.
"Can we start with the referee?" someone suggested.
"This is absolutely the stupidest thing I have ever heard of," sneered an older wizard.
"So what do you say we should do?"
"Maybe, we can talk to Mr. No. 17. After all, the championship and gold medal are only worth a small amount of money. We can..."
"That's impossible. You probably don't know how much Galleons the Englishman who brought No. 17 to participate in this game bet on him." Someone shook his head and rejected this bad idea. "Only 550 Galleons are listed, and it may be more. You know, they started betting when we opened the market. I even suspect that the initial bets were related to that Englishman."
"The first group of people who placed bets were all that guy's friends." The person in charge had to remind the others, "and they are not easy to mess with."
"I'm curious where he gets his confidence from."
"Just because his name is Bud Brode, and he was once the winner of the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting Skills, and he was only 25 years old when he won the award, I think you should know what this means."
"That No. 17 is his student."
After a brief silence, someone said, "So, he took advantage of us?"
Everyone knows this is just an excuse.
"Maybe, we can let him miss the last game." Someone suggested, "That's not that difficult, right?"
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 completely confused them.
"Everyone, I must remind you that if this fails, there will be serious consequences." The representative from the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't help but speak up, "By then, it won't just be a matter of money."
"A little money? You tell me this is just a little money?" someone screamed in a very corrupt tone.
"Yes, it's just a small amount of money for the entire Bull Fighting Daily. You have to know that once it is exposed, it will be the end. It is really the end. Do you understand what I mean? If you do such a stupid thing, don't expect the Ministry of Magic to help you out."
Kidnapping a contestant is absolutely stupid.
If one wants to manipulate the outcome of a match, the problem is usually solved by bribing the referee.
But most referees in major tournaments are actually quite fair, especially those who are quite old, and it is basically impossible to bribe them.
As for bribing No. 17, that is even more impossible.
He was only 16 years old, at the age when he was young and energetic and fearless.
Once the negotiations fail and the other party exposes the matter, it will be a big problem.
Young people cannot tolerate any grievance, let alone a genius who is full of pride.
The room fell into an eerie silence again.
…
Isius Knowlton didn't think he was a good person. He didn't have any proper job and had to make a living by petty thefts. Breaking into houses and reselling smuggled goods were what he did most often.
For this, Isius spent a lot of time in jail.
However, he found that the most recent sentence was particularly short. He originally thought that he would be in prison for a month, but he was released in just a week.
Before Isius had time to be happy, someone came to his door.
For the gold's sake.
Isius drank a bottle of compound potion and disguised himself as a foreigner to sneak into Barnabus Bar. His mission was to disqualify an underage wizard from tomorrow's competition.
Well, I knew who was looking for me without even having to think about it.
Moreover, the most bizarre part of this task was that one of the contestants was asked to drink a small bottle of Felix Felicis.
Yes, give the contestants a dose of Felicity.
The use of fenvalerate is prohibited in any competition, and once discovered, the person will be disqualified from the competition.
I have to say that the guy who came up with this idea is really a genius.
Even if No. 17 wins the championship and the gold medal, and someone reveals that he is suspected of using Felix Felix, and then it is tested that he did use Felix Felix, then the championship and the gold medal will naturally have nothing to do with him. "
As for Albert Anderson's reputation, what did it have to do with them
They would even console themselves by saying that this was revenge for Bud Brod fleecing them.
However, the plan was good, but the target was wrong.
Isius still hasn't figured out what exactly happened. He remembers that he secretly came to Mr. Anderson's room before dawn and released some hypnotic gas into it, preparing to give Mr. Anderson the Felixir.
However, when he opened the door and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in medicine, Isius found that his memory became blurred. When he woke up in a daze, he found himself tied to a chair, and 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 knew what triggered the mission. The guy in front of him was the traveler he met when he came out of Bud's room.
"I think the guy who came up with this idea is a genius." Albert was not angry. He fiddled with the Felix Felix that he had just seized from the other party. "This bottle of Felix Felix contains more than one day's supply. Excessive consumption of Felix Felix will cause obvious symptoms of arrogance. It also proves that I actually relied on Felix Felix to pass the previous two rounds of the competition."
"Tell the truth or let me use the Captivation Spell on you. You know, excessive use of that spell may turn you into an idiot. I don't think anyone will care about your life or death by then." Bud looked at the guy in front of him with a dark face. He had been through a whole night and was in a bad mood. He never expected that the gambling party would actually plan to do something dirty and make Albert disqualified from the competition.
Isius couldn't understand how he was exposed, but he knew he'd better explain it clearly, so as not to become a complete victim and die in obscurity.
"What do you think we should do with him?"
"Why not take the money if you have it?" Albert used a Stunning Spell to knock the man unconscious and said with a smile, "You can use the Imperius Curse to control him and get the money. Then you can erase his memory."
As he said this, 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 from here that's easy to use." Albert took out a box containing a bunch of new wands.
"I think they must be very angry." Bud drew out his wand and waved it twice, pointing it at the head of the unfortunate Mr. Isuis.
“Out of body.”