The duel on the stage is still going on. Wizards who dare to participate in the duel competition are not too weak. As long as the game is not one-sided, the duel competition will still be quite exciting and worth the price of the ticket.
Warm cheers spread throughout the entire stadium, especially every time a dark wizard was defeated, the scene would be particularly fanatical, and people would almost shout for the dark wizard to be killed on the spot.
Of course, those who can become dark wizards and dare to participate in the competition are usually very strong. Most dark wizards have bounties on them, and there are very few unlucky ones who will be eliminated in the first round.
After all, after the game is over, it is easy to be targeted by bounty hunters or Aurors and get yourself into trouble.
After defeating his opponent, Albert returned to the waiting room for contestants in Zone 3, and a second round of drawing was required to determine the order of appearance in the second round.
As for the losers, they have already left through another channel. If they did not buy tickets, they had to leave the stadium directly.
If you want to get something for free, there is no such thing.
Albert threw the previous number into a box aside. The new number he drew was 56. He might have to wait for a long time.
Unfortunately, the contestants were unable to leave the venue temporarily to watch the game in the audience seats, so Albert could only wait patiently in the contestant waiting room for the start of the second round.
Honestly, the waiting was pretty boring.
Albert bought a magazine and, under the cover of reading it, contacted the house-elf outside to find out the current situation.
No Death Eaters have been spotted yet.
As for the list of Death Eaters, it was naturally provided by enthusiastic members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Noticing that someone was looking at him, Albert folded down the top of the newspaper with his fingers, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction he was being watched. He saw a black witch looking at him in surprise, as if she was surprised that young Albert could pass the first round.
We can’t watch other people’s games, so we don’t have a clear idea of the other players’ situation.
The black witch was definitely not the only one who was surprised at Albert's youth. There was no other way. Being too young meant that it just meant that they had just graduated or were still in school. Wizards who had not experienced social experience were more naive, and such opponents were usually easier to deal with than other contestants.
Several more witches cast curious glances at him, and Albert even saw a few faces from the East. After all, it was an international wizard duel competition, and it was not surprising that wizards from all over the world came to participate.
Just when Albert was about to continue reading the newspaper to kill time,
A witch who also looked very young came over to talk to her in Japanese, and then switched to Spanish and English, trying to communicate with Albert, but Albert smiled and spoke to her in French.
The other party pointed at the Spanish newspaper in his hand, obviously not believing that Albert, who could read the newspaper, could not understand Spanish.
Albert put down the newspaper, revealing a French-language magazine.
In front of the witch, he spread his arms helplessly and continued reading the contents of the magazine.
"Aren't there both Spanish and English versions of newspapers and magazines here?"
The witch muttered in confusion.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer wizards in the Zone 3 player lounge. The first round of the game took nearly three hours, and the teams were rotating all the time.
Albert was a little skeptical whether he could make it through three rounds of elimination before dawn.
The only good news was probably that there were no traces of Death Eaters. Everything seemed to be so calm, but Albert did not let his guard down. He first went to buy himself a cup of refreshing drink prepared by the organizer for the contestants. The price was several times more expensive than outside. Many people cursed and hesitated, but still paid the money to avoid getting sleepy and affecting the subsequent competition.
When No. 54 and No. 55 left through the contestant channel, Albert knew that it was almost his turn. He took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands and wand, and stood by the channel to wait.
His opponent was a slightly bald wizard who exuded a sinister aura. The guy's cold eyes made Albert's expression become strange. The opponent seemed to not take Albert seriously at all, as if the guy in front of him was just a small fry.
This seems...
Albert suspected that he had won the prize, and the guy in front of him was most likely a dark wizard.
His guess was soon confirmed.
Shortly after the slightly bald wizard entered the gymnasium, he was severely warned by the referee.
This is actually not only a warning to them, but also a warning that you are here to compete, so don't try to kill your opponent. You win if you subdue and defeat the opponent.
This is also a reminder to the dark wizard's opponents. The meaning is very clear: if you can't win and don't want to get hurt, surrender immediately. Your opponent is the dark wizard.
"You can persuade him to surrender."
The dark wizard said coldly, in Spanish.
"That guy is a dark wizard. Do you want to give up?" the referee asked routinely. "These dark wizards are very dangerous. During the competition, more than half of the injured players were sent in by them. Sometimes they may even be in danger of their lives. This is not an exaggeration."
"Thank you, but no thanks." Albert declined and nodded slightly to the dark wizard in front of him.
The slightly bald wizard's face became even gloomier. He was angry at the guy in front of him for being ungrateful. He was thinking about what spell he would use to send him to the hospital or destroy his handsome but annoying face.
Albert could also feel the malice emanating from the slightly bald black wizard in front of him, who obviously did not take the referee's words seriously.
Albert walked onto the stage amid the cheers of the crowd. Many audience members were shouting excitedly, hoping that he could defeat the dark wizard on the opposite side and teach him a lesson.
Of course, there were also people who disliked Albert and wished him bad luck.
After the referee announced the start of the game, Albert immediately took action.
The same moves, the same routine, a very simple disarming spell to take the initiative.
The dark wizard on the opposite side was experienced. Although he was shocked by Albert's amazing spell-casting speed, he still skillfully turned from offense to defense. After blocking Albert's attack, a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was mocking Albert for only being able to use these inferior spells.
As he was about to fire a dangerous black magic at Albert, an explosion suddenly occurred not far from his feet.
"What?"
Before the slightly bald wizard could figure out what was happening, a second explosion occurred between his feet. He was so scared that he stepped back in panic. Suddenly, a hurricane blew towards him. The middle-aged slightly bald wizard, who had an unstable center of gravity, had no time to defend himself. He staggered and was blown away by the hurricane, and his whole body was stuck to the opposite wall.
This sudden change shocked everyone, especially the audience sitting opposite Albert. They didn't even realize what had happened and why the dark wizard lost.
Not only the audience, but even the middle-aged bald wizard who was subdued by Albert wanted to know, this should have been an easy victory.
Why did I become the loser? Did I make a mistake
The slightly bald man's face was distorted by the hurricane.
After the effect of the Hurricane Curse ended, another spell hit the bald wizard accurately and disarmed his wand.
"Look, our youngest contestant has easily defeated his opponent, the famous dark wizard Bower. He was easily defeated by our young contestant." The referee in charge of the speech said excitedly: "There is no doubt that our Mr. Dark Horse has once again proved to us that it takes more than powerful black magic to defeat the enemy. Let's cheer for him!"
As the youngest contestant and having defeated the dark wizard, Albert is undoubtedly a hot topic in the competition.
"I'm sure he can easily win the third game and advance to the top 64." The commentator continued to stir up the atmosphere. "I'm going to place a bet later and put all my pocket money on him to win the final championship."
As a commentator of the duel competition, he naturally knew how to liven up the atmosphere and not forget to arouse the interest of others in betting.
Of course, that was also one of the tasks given to him by the event organizers.
Not many people would believe that Albert could become the duel champion because he is too young. Being young is sometimes a disadvantage. If Albert was ten years older, many people would bet on him to win the final championship.
Albert left the stage amid the cheers of countless people.
The third round went faster than expected. Albert chose number seven. His opponent was a witch from Africa. She was not very old, but unsurprisingly, she was at her peak
African wizards are more adept at wandless magic and Animagus transfiguration.
As soon as the game started, he let go of the wand in his hand and leaned forward. As people watched, he had turned into a black cheetah and pounced straight towards Albert.
It was really an unexpected move.
Then... the cheetah crashed into the defensive shield and was thrown out violently.
In fact, the sneak attack was very successful. The cheetah was very fast and it only took a blink of an eye.
However, this witch from Africa, who was good at Animagus transformation, had chosen the wrong opponent. If it was just an ordinary wizard, he would definitely be frightened when he saw the beast pouncing towards him.
But as a person who cherishes his life, Albert is very good at using the defensive barrier in actual combat. Except that this trick is a bit risky when dealing with Avada Kedavra, it is very useful.
Before the cheetah could get up from the ground, a stunning spell fell on it.
The witch lost the chance to get up again, and fell directly to the ground, fainting in the posture of a cheetah.
"Oh my god, our young wizard's spellcasting speed is amazing." The commentator shouted at the top of his voice, "So far, he has easily defeated his opponents with just a few simple spells. This makes me feel that all black magic is a joke. If someone recites a long and complicated spell in front of him, it will definitely be a nightmare. Maybe, he can win the championship and become the youngest duel champion in history."
"However, before that, we should congratulate our dark horse for reaching the top 64. We hope he can continue to bring us more wonderful performances."
The news that Albert had made it into the top 64 of the duel tournament soon made the headlines in the Spanish wizarding world. Compared to other wizards who made it into the top 64, this young and handsome wizard obviously attracted more attention.
In order to build momentum for Albert, newspapers in the Spanish magic world also dug up Albert's deeds, and for a time Albert became the most shining player in the entire duel competition.
Especially after a photo of him defeating a fire dragon alone was posted in the newspaper, everyone became more interested in this young genius with countless halos on his head.
In the end, all the doubts were silenced, and Albert somehow became one of the strongest candidates for the championship.
Of course, some people doubted Albert's ability, and suspected that this was a collusion between the gambling house and the newspaper to push Albert to the front to deceive people into placing bets.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a "little trick" that the gambling side is good at using.
But who really cares about these
Many reporters wanted to interview Albert, but no one knew where this young wizard lived. He seemed to have disappeared, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find him.
…
The news of Albert's success in the duel competition appeared in the British Daily Prophet.
Even though the newspaper only used a short paragraph to describe the incident, but... the news still reached Voldemort.
At this moment, in Voldemort's lair.
Peter Pettigrew and Selwyn trembled under Voldemort's gaze.
"You couldn't find the Mudblood before, and now he's out. Kill him and don't let me see that Mudblood again." Voldemort looked at Peter Pettigrew and Selwyn coldly.
"Master, I have something to report to you."
"What is it, Severus?" Voldemort turned and looked at Snape.
"Ever since Peter and Selwyn's plan failed, Dumbledore has determined that we have targeted that Mudblood, and the Order of the Phoenix is planning to take this opportunity to ambush us." Snape looked directly into Voldemort's scarlet eyes and explained softly, "They don't want the Master to continue lurking."
"You said this is a conspiracy?" Voldemort's voice was a little cold.
"No, I heard that Dumbledore is trying to persuade that Mudblood not to participate in the dueling competition again." Snape spoke the truth calmly, "The Order of the Phoenix has made two preparations. Once the plan to persuade the Mudblood fails, the members of the Order of the Phoenix will set a trap centered on the Mudblood."
"Dumbledore has been under a lot of pressure recently. I heard that he is about to lose his voice in the Wizengamot. The members of the Order of the Phoenix hope that their master will be exposed as soon as possible to reduce Dumbledore's pressure and allow the Ministry of Magic to focus more attention... If the plan fails and we are exposed, it will be a bit of a loss, and..."
“Do you have any good ideas?” Voldemort raised his hand to interrupt. “What about you? This is a good opportunity to get rid of him, right? I know you all want to get rid of him, and now the opportunity has come. Lucius, tell me your idea!”
"We can send someone to assassinate him," Lucius said. "They can disguise themselves as spectators and use the Avada Kedavra to sneak attack him during the duel. Although it's a bit dishonorable, it will undoubtedly ensure his death."
"Dumbledore asked me to brew a lot of compound potions." Snape whispered, "I can give you some to ensure the secrecy of the operation. I think it should not be exposed now. Let the Ministry of Magic help us delay Dumbledore's energy for a while."
Voldemort looked at Snape deeply, and said to Lucius Malfoy: "Take your people with you and find a way to get rid of him. I remember you wanted to do this before. Also, Peter and Selwyn, you go too. Don't let me down again."