The suburbs were eerily quiet at night, as if everything had fallen silent, with even the lights in the houses on both sides of the street turned off.
However, some figures could be vaguely seen walking on the side of the road.
If you look closely, you will find that they are actually several Spanish policemen. If an uninformed Muggle passes by, he might think something has happened here.
However, the wooden sticks in the hands of these "policemen" have already exposed their identities.
Employees of the Spanish Ministry of Magic are on patrol duty. Although a Muggle-repelling spell has been released around the area, accidents that may occur cannot be avoided.
As soon as Albert Apparated to the open space near the gymnasium, he saw someone walking towards him. It was a male employee of the Spanish Ministry of Magic, who came to him to register his identity.
He directly stated his identity as a contestant and took out his contestant card. The wizard then said formally: "Contestants, please go to entrance number nine. From there, go to the contestant waiting room. There are special registration personnel at the entrance."
Albert walked in the direction the wizard pointed and soon saw a "road sign" written in many languages, telling the contestants where entrance passage number nine was.
As soon as I reached the entrance, a loud noise hit me.
There is a table at the entrance with a lottery box on it. Next to the box are four grids marked with 1, 2, 3, and 4, which are divided into four areas according to the players' waiting room.
The wizard took out a card with the number 1 on it from the box, then threw it back into the box, motioning for Albert to draw it himself.
Albert randomly picked up a card from the box, which was marked "3". The card was placed in Area 3, and Albert was instructed to go to Area 3.
The area inside the passage is very large, about the size of two or three Hogwarts halls, and it is divided into four areas. There are many small round tables in each area, a bit like a cafe.
In fact, you can order drinks here, but they are not free.
As soon as he arrived at Area 3, Albert saw several Aurors maintaining order. They were wearing very serious robes, a bit like civil servants.
The existence of this group of guys should be more of a deterrent.
He didn't think that if a riot broke out here, these Aurors would be able to maintain order!
Before entering Zone 3, you need to draw again, this time to draw the order of entry.
The Spanish Ministry of Magic obviously had extensive experience in organizing dueling competitions, and they arranged the entire competition process properly, without any confusion at all.
Albert glanced at the round plate in his hand. The number on it was: 17.
After he put the number plate into his pocket, he found an empty seat and sat down. Many people around him looked at him curiously, obviously surprised at Albert's youth.
Of course, no one really took him seriously. Young wizards like Albert were the other contestants' favorite opponents because they could easily advance.
Albert took out a chocolate-flavored candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, chewing it slowly. According to Bud, only when the contestants reach the top 16 will the organizers test whether they have taken Felixir or cheated in other ways.
Well, the test method is also very simple, just drink a little bit of diluted truth serum under the watchful eyes of the judges.
Then, someone will ask you if you cheated.
As for cheating in the previous knockout rounds, it doesn’t really matter.
Also, don't think that others won't be able to tell that you drank the Foling Potion.
If you jump up and down during the competition, you will easily be suspected of taking fenvalerate.
Finally, they were taken for testing. If they were found to have taken the Felicis, they would be banned from participating in the International Wizarding Duel Tournament, and they might also be banned from participating in other competitions forever.
Time passed little by little, and after midnight, countless fireworks bloomed over the stadium, marking the beginning of the International Wizarding Duel Tournament.
The players also entered the field in order. The football field was large enough to accommodate four games at the same time. The top sixteen in each district would be quickly selected tonight.
Albert waited for a quarter of an hour in zone 3 before it was his turn.
His opponent was a middle-aged brown-haired wizard.
This guy seemed to be in a good mood after discovering that his opponent was a young wizard. When Albert greeted him in English with a smile, he replied with something in German, but it was not a friendly greeting.
Albert didn't care, smiled at the other party, and was the first to walk through the passage and enter the stadium.
The original grass of the football field has completely disappeared, replaced by a marble duel stage. The stage is not very large, but it is large enough for people to move around. The other duel stages are far apart to ensure that other players will not be affected in the duel.
The referee was a middle-aged wizard wearing a pointed hat and holding a blue flag, standing not far from the stage.
After the two entered the venue, the referee briefly explained the rules to them and asked the two contestants to take their positions on the stage.
After Albert took the stage, his young and handsome appearance quickly attracted a lot of attention, especially after the Fengya Wizard Costume Store published the photo of him wearing a fire dragon costume, more people got to know Albert.
Which girl wouldn't like a handsome, capable man
Of course, Albert didn't care about these. He focused all his attention on the opponent in front of him. He held the wand in front of his chest like a sword, bowed slightly to the opponent, and then listened to the referee's countdown.
"Three, two, one... go!"
Both of them raised their wands at the same time, ready to use magic on each other, but Albert was obviously faster than the middle-aged wizard.
At least, Albert didn't cast any spells. Almost as soon as he raised his wand, the spell flew directly towards his opponent.
The middle-aged wizard was frightened by Albert's quick spell casting. He gave up the half-recited black magic and raised his wand to block the red light flying towards him.
However, Albert did not give his opponent time to react as the second spell followed. The wizard was caught off guard and was knocked away by a huge force. The third spell hit the fallen target again and directly disarmed the opponent's wand.
I have to say that Professor Flitwick's "three tricks" are still very effective.
Once the opponent loses the magic wand in his hand, he will be disqualified from the competition.
"You lose," Albert said in German.
The middle-aged wizard struggled to get up from the ground and looked at Albert in astonishment. He originally thought that his opponent was a soft persimmon, but he met a tough one, and this guy actually knew German. When he was talking before, this guy obviously understood and even smiled over there.
"It's definitely intentional. What a sinister guy." The middle-aged wizard was very depressed. He couldn't understand why the guy in front of him could cast spells so quickly. Of course he could cast silent spells, but... that kind of spell casting speed and that kind of spell power were not something that someone of his age could handle. It was like cheating.
That's right, cheating.
Could it be that the guy took the elixir
That's absolutely the case.
When the referee raised the flag and was about to announce Albert as the winner, the middle-aged wizard went straight to the referee to protest against his opponent's suspected use of Felicis.
Albert looked at the wizard in front of him with a strange expression, and asked the referee: "Do you need to check it?"
"No need. I know you. I saw you win the championship last year. Do your best this time." The referee glanced at the sore loser in front of him with disdain and said indifferently, "I don't think there is a problem. He has the ability."
After hearing this, the middle-aged wizard's expression froze.
“It’s like someone has a stake in the outcome of the game.”
The young wizard who was in charge of commentating the duel competition said loudly, "Let's hear what our referee has to say."
"That young man won the gold medal for spellcasting last year. I remember the newspaper published his award news." The referee said indifferently, "I don't think he showed an extraordinary dueling level, so I think he might have cheated. This is a slander."
"Okay, okay, maybe we have encountered a dark horse. Let's wait and see how far this young player can go!"
"He seems to be very famous?"
Katrina listened to the people around her discussing Albert's affairs, and turned to look at Isobel, who was not very happy, "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy?"
"That's not good news." Isobel shook her head.
Albert has been targeted by the mysterious man and the Death Eaters. His fame also means he is too conspicuous and can easily cause unnecessary trouble.
If the newspapers published the news that Albert was coming to participate in the International Wizarding Duel Tournament, God knew what kind of trouble would be waiting for him.