"Has Isius been found?"
"No, he's missing, and the tracking magic that was originally placed on him has also lost its effect."
"Keep looking. That bastard must pay for this."
"Now is not the time to cause trouble for Isius."
"Damn it, I shouldn't have asked an outsider to handle this matter in the first place."
"Don't you agree?"
The conference room was already in an uproar. The "big shots" sitting here had not expected that they would be fooled by a "little shot".
At this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and a panting wizard ran in, shouting: "The gold prize, the gold prize appears!"
"Who is it?"
“Who won the gold medal.
Several people in the conference room stood up and looked anxiously at the out-of-breath wizard, wishing they could cast a Cruciatus Curse on this guy who was halfway through his words.
"It's number 17." The wizard said with a sad face, "The youngest number 17 won the championship and the gold medal."
Suddenly, the "big shots" in the conference room seemed to have lost their bones and slumped in their chairs.
How could an underage wizard possibly win the gold medal
This is impossible!
In any case, they were unwilling to believe it.
"No. 17 is a Muggle wizard, how could he possibly win the gold medal? We should file a formal complaint with the International Confederation of Wizards." Someone shouted angrily. His proposal was immediately echoed by others.
"The wizards who won the bet will come here soon to redeem their winnings." The wizard who came over to report reminded in a low voice.
The person in charge of the gambling game looked at the people in front of him, took a deep breath and said to the wizard beside him: "Let the winning wizards come to redeem in batches."
Of course, gold coins must be given. Once you lose your credit, you are really finished and can forget about opening a gambling game in the future.
If it was just a private gambling game, they could just run away, but this was a gambling game opened in the name of the Bull Fighting Daily and the Ministry of Magic. If they didn't pay, the Ministry of Magic would cause trouble for them immediately.
"How much money did you lose in total?" The person in charge of the gambling looked at the wizard beside him who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"The total loss is 67,000." The young wizard whispered.
"How many?"
"Sir, the total loss is 67,000," the young wizard repeated.
Upon hearing this data, the conference room fell into silence.
"Why are there so many?" someone finally couldn't help but ask.
"Because of the headlines today, many people think that No. 17 will win the championship."
"We can't afford to pay this money." Someone said excitedly, "This is 67,000, not 67, nor 670, it's 67,000. Where can we get so much money to fill this hole?"
"Do you want to default on your debt?" The person in charge of the gambling narrowed his eyes and looked at the others present.
"We should think of other options."
"Those people out there won't give you time to think. If you lose, you lose."
…
At the same time, waves of cheers rang out from Barnabus' bar, with the beneficiaries raising their glasses and loudly congratulating the youngest gold medal winner in history for Barnabus Finkley's excellent spellcasting skills.
In the living room on the second floor, everyone was holding an award ceremony for the youngest winner.
"congratulations!"
Yanila looked at Albert with a complicated expression. She didn't expect that the man in front of her actually won the gold medal.
In full view of everyone, Yanila smiled and handed the championship trophy to Albert, and then helped him put on the medal symbolizing the gold medal.
"Thank you." Albert smiled and thanked Yanila.
To be honest, he is still a little confused. How did he win the gold medal
After testing the Felicis, he had a private chat with the judges for a while, then performed the Patronus Charm, and was inexplicably told that he had won the gold medal.
“Here’s your bonus.”
Yanila handed Albert a bag of prize money, then took the "Barnabus Finkley Spellcasting Technique" from the plate and handed it to him again, and finally her own signed record.
When Albert handed the thing in his hand to Bud and held up the championship trophy, countless cameras lit up, and the flash made Albert squint his eyes.
Next, he was surrounded by countless reporters.
"One question per person," Albert told reporters.
"Mr. Anderson, do you have anything to say after winning the championship?" a reporter asked.
"Mr. Bud, I won the championship." Albert smiled and handed the championship trophy to Bud, and took the brick book from him.
"Who is that Mr. Bud to you?"
"Next." Albert ignored him and pointed to another reporter. "It's you."
"It is rumored that you are going to marry Miss Yanila. Is that true?"
"That's fake. I already have a girlfriend." Albert picked another reporter. As for those who wanted to take advantage of the situation, he simply ignored them.
More than a dozen reporters were sent away by Albert in this way.
"Mr. Anderson, you have spoken at least six languages from just now to now. I am curious how many languages you have mastered?"
"About a dozen, I haven't counted them carefully, but I can speak most of the languages in Europe." Albert raised his hand to interrupt, "Okay, that's it."
He pushed through the crowd and returned to his room.
"How does it feel to win the prize?" Bud asked with a smile. He was very happy with Albert's words just now, "Mr. Bud, I won the championship."
"Not very good." Albert asked casually: "When are we going back?"
"I thought you would like to stay here for a few days."
“Let’s just forget it!”
"I'm not going to go down and meet your supporters. I think they would like to meet you, the youngest gold medal winner!"
"It's just an empty title." Albert threw the things on the bed casually. After Bud closed the door, he lowered his voice and asked, "When can I get the money there?"
"It will take a few more days. But don't worry, you will probably have to stay for a few days too." Bud signaled Albert not to worry.
"What's the matter?" Albert asked with a frown.
"Any wizard who wins the gold medal needs to leave behind his or her own spell-casting techniques," Bud explained.
"I want to go back tomorrow. It's not safe here anymore," said Albert.
Bud quickly realized what was happening, nodded, and said, "You are indeed not welcome by some people right now, so it is right for you to return to England as soon as possible. I am afraid that the problem here will have to wait for a few days, and then I will help you deposit the money directly into the Gringotts vault."
"Then I'll leave it to you. We'll go back to England tomorrow." Albert really didn't want to stay here any longer. Moreover, he felt that there was something wrong with the way Diana and Yanila looked at him.
If possible, Albert actually wants to return home now.
However, he had to attend the banquet tonight. After all, it was a banquet specially prepared for them, and it would be rude to refuse.
The table was filled with a variety of carefully prepared sumptuous dishes, but the atmosphere was a bit strange.
"Honestly, I'm curious as to how Mr. Anderson got the gold medal?"
Halfway through the banquet, Ms. Cameron finally couldn't help but ask the answer that everyone else wanted to know.
How I lost.
"Mr. Anderson from No. 17 has gone further than you in spellcasting techniques." Ms. Monica explained with a smile, "He has actually created a very sophisticated spellcasting technique and has a deep understanding of it. Moreover, you should have discovered that Mr. Anderson has a high level of attainment in silent spells and wandless magic. He is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses."
Everyone was silent. They could actually see that Albert was very good at silent spells and wandless magic.
“Mr. Anderson’s use of the Patronus is also amazing,” Mr. Yaver said, adding with a smile, “I’ve never seen anyone’s Patronus used in that way.”
The other three looked at each other. Perhaps they were still confused at first, but when they saw the admiring looks on the referees' faces, they realized that there was a big gap between themselves and Anderson, which made the three of them a little depressed.
After all, no one likes to lose a game for no reason.
"Normally, the second round of competition basically means the selection of the champion. If you have paid attention to previous competitions, you won't be able to see this."
One of the veteran referees smiled and explained to everyone, "The third round of gatherings and individual interviews are more to determine whether he is qualified to win the championship and the gold medal, and to also see how good everyone is at casting spells. Of course, don't tell anyone about this."
Albert was a little speechless. He didn't expect the referee to say it himself.
However, he could actually understand it. If he didn't say it out loud, the other eliminated contestants would probably be very unconvinced.
"Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for the next few days. We want to talk to you about your spell-casting techniques and record them."
"We can communicate via owl, or some other method."
Albert, who had been eating in silence, looked up and said, "I guess I'm not liked by some people right now, and I want to go back to England as soon as possible to share this joy with my family and friends."
The five referees looked at each other and finally agreed.
Those who ran the gambling game probably hated Albert. The previous incident with the Felixir was a trick they had set up.
Everyone chatted until eleven o'clock before they dispersed. Albert also got the contact information of other people. The wizard who was suspected to be an Auror was called Demps, and he worked for the Anti-Dark Arts League.
Albert talked to him about Defense Against the Dark Arts for a long time, and finally Demps wanted to introduce Albert to the Anti-Dark Arts League.
…
Late at night, Yanila, wearing a beige nightgown, came out of the bathroom and found her mother Diana sitting on a chair in the room.
"Mom, is there something wrong?"
Diana looked at her daughter, sighed softly and reminded her, "He will be back tomorrow."
Yanila paused in rubbing her hair, with an unconcealable look of confusion on her face.
"Your chance is short, don't miss it."
Diana placed a bottle of bright red potion and a key on the table. "You don't hate him, do you?"
"He doesn't like me." Yanila said self-deprecatingly: "He already has a girlfriend."
"You are wrong. There is no man who doesn't like beautiful women, unless there is something wrong with his sexual orientation." Diana walked to Yanila, gently hugged her daughter and said, "Besides, you are beautiful enough and good enough. As for his character, don't worry. I asked Bud, and Anderson has a good personality. So, you have to seize the opportunity. If you miss it, you may not find another one in the future."
"I actually hesitated like you, but I finally chose your father. Although we don't meet very often every year, he still loves me very much, even though I'm not his wife."
Yanila looked at her mother's departing back and fell into a dilemma. She dried her hair and stood in front of a full-length mirror to look at herself.
Yanila actually hated to do that, and her self-esteem wouldn't allow her to do that, but Diana was right, she really didn't hate Albert, and if she missed him, she would probably never have him again in the future.
Finally, Yanila gritted her teeth, took the potion and key and left her room.
When they arrived outside Albert's room, the door next door suddenly opened. Bud leaned against the door and looked calmly at the frightened Yanila.
"What's your decision?"
"Well, this is my decision. Do you think it is inappropriate?" Yanila looked at her grandfather, even though they had met very rarely.
"I respect your choice." Bard looked at Yanila deeply and said meaningfully, "But your choice does not represent his choice."
The girl looked at the door that had closed again, took a deep breath, picked up the key and inserted it into the keyhole. When she turned the key and was about to push the door open, she found that the door did not move at all.
"What's going on?" Yanila looked at the door handle in confusion, then at the door in front of her. She took out her wand and tried to use the door-opening spell to open the door, but the door remained motionless.
"Counter-Arachno hole-opening spell?" Yanila looked at the door in front of her in confusion. In the end, she chose to simply make a round hole in the door.
When the girl stepped in, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room: "What's the matter, Miss Yanila?"
"You haven't slept yet?" Yanila's face quickly turned red. It was so embarrassing to sneak into the man's room in the middle of the night and be caught by him.
"I'm actually waiting for you." Albert waved his wand lightly, turning on the lights in the room.
"Do you know what I'm here for?" Yanila hid her hand holding the potion behind her back.
"Mr. Bud told me about his dark history." Albert said with a smile, "So, I guess you might come tonight.
"My teeth are normal and I don't have the habit of biting people, so you don't have to worry that I will suddenly bite your neck." Yanila plucked up the courage to walk towards Albert, ready to push him down in one breath.
"No, I think you misunderstood. I don't actually plan to have anything happen between us." Albert looked at the blonde girl who was gradually approaching and quickly suppressed the waves in his heart.
"You don't really have to be like this."
"Do you know how determined I was to come here?" Yanila's face turned pale and she looked very angry.
"I can see that."
"Am I not beautiful enough?" Yanila asked.
"No, you're beautiful."
"Then why? I don't even expect anything. Just treat me as your lover." Yanila said these words almost gritting her teeth.
"I admit that you are very beautiful and I am very moved by you, but I won't do that." Albert said calmly: "I won't let my future life become a mess because of a mistake. Well, good night, Miss Yanila, I wish you a good dream."
After saying that, Albert took out his magic wand and knocked down Yanila who was about to say something.
"Alas, what a pity."
Albert used his wand to move the other person to his bed. He looked at the delicate and lovely face and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.
Who doesn't like a beautiful girl
Moreover, it was delivered to your door proactively.
However, Albert felt that this was not worth it. Isobel was not stupid. If something really happened between them, Albert did not think that he could hide it from Isobel.
Why mess up the beautiful life in the future
If he really needs a woman, he can go back to Isobel tomorrow. His girlfriend is also very beautiful.
"Solved?"
"Um."
Isobel's resentful voice came from the two-way mirror: "By the way, you are getting more and more powerful now. Even beautiful girls are throwing themselves into your arms."
"Yes, she is indeed a very beautiful girl. I feel a little sorry for her." Albert sighed softly, "But you should have come out with me, so that I wouldn't have encountered these troubles."
"You're right." Isobel regretted a little that she didn't accompany Albert to Spain.
Man.
He can refuse for you once, twice, three times, or even more, but don't expect him to refuse for you countless times. People can never remain rational all the time.
Although Isobel was reluctant to admit it, this was the reality. Especially outstanding men could easily attract other beautiful girls.
"I'll pick you up when you come back tomorrow," said Isobel.
"Probably... in the morning!" Albert glanced at the girl on the bed and said to Isobel, "I miss you a little."
"Me too."