Compared with the night before, there are not many contestants left in the player rest area tonight, and the original four areas have been cancelled, replaced by a blank 64-team knockout match map.
The contestants were gathered by the organizer's staff near the top 64 elimination match diagram, and the organizer's staff explained the rules of the upcoming competition to everyone.
However, world-class international competitions usually have language barriers. Most members come from all over the world, but it is impossible to provide an interpreter for every player. The organizers only provide translations for two other more commonly used languages.
If you can't understand all three languages, there's really nothing you can do.
The wizard in charge of the speech obviously knew that everyone's patience was limited, so he finished speaking the main points in just a quarter of an hour. When everyone was getting impatient, he asked everyone to start lining up and drawing numbers as usual.
In order to make the competition relatively fair, the organizers require the contestants to draw their own numbers. The number they draw is the number they get and the contestant they draw is the contestant they get. The organizers cannot be blamed for cheating or other issues.
The most the organizer can do is provide staff to help the contestants stick the numbers they drew on the matchup chart for the top 64 knockout rounds.
With the help of Aurors, all contestants lined up consciously and came forward to draw numbers.
The other contestants who didn't understand were also confused, but when they saw everyone queuing up, they followed everyone and lined up to draw numbers. It wasn't something difficult to understand, so if they didn't understand, they just followed everyone.
Soon it was Albert's turn, his number was 21. Just as Albert walked aside and was about to hand the number plate to the witch who was responsible for filling in everyone's names, a wizard in the team suddenly pulled out a wand from his robe pocket and pointed at Albert who was talking to the witch in front of everyone, as if he was going to do something.
"What are you doing? Put your wand away."
An Auror in charge of maintaining order noticed the unusual behavior of a contestant and immediately became alert. He drew out his wand and shouted to stop the contestant. He was ready to take action at any time to stop the other party from possibly breaking the rules.
However, the wizard did not seem to hear the Auror's words. Instead, he pulled out his wand and shot a dazzling green light directly at Albert.
This sudden change shocked everyone around.
No one expected that someone would dare to try to assassinate someone here.
Oh my god, did his head get caught in the door
The Aurors reacted quickly. Almost at the same time as the wizard used the Avada Kedavra curse on the young man, they raised their wands and used a stunning spell on the wizard, completely subduing him.
After the green light faded away, everyone came to their senses from the shock and moved away from the wizard, fearing that they would be mistaken for his accomplice or be dragged into the battle and suffer misfortune.
Having said that, what did that unlucky guy do to deserve such an assassination that angered both God and man? Everyone was secretly glad that they were not the ones being attacked.
To their surprise, the young man was... not dead.
That’s right, the wizard who was suddenly attacked did not die. At the critical moment, he seemed to feel that his life was threatened. He suddenly jumped to the side and actually escaped by luck. It was really incredible.
The Avada Kedavra curse missed its target, blasting a streak of green fire on the ground before disappearing, as if it had never been used.
Albert got up from the ground with lingering fear, raised his wand and summoned a heavy shield to block in front of him.
Then he slowly retreated to the periphery to avoid being attacked again.
The changes here were so fast that no one noticed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.
If someone examined the attacker's wand, they would find that it was made of apple wood and unicorn tail hair.
Using this wand to cast the Avada Kedavra curse and kill someone is absolutely hilarious.
Because the combination of these two means that it is not suitable for using black magic. Whether it is apple wood or unicorn tail hair, it is not suitable for casting black magic.
Of course, if they check carefully, they will find that this wand is not his. Other people's wands are even more difficult to use, and they have to recite spells silently when casting spells, so you can imagine how powerful they are.
Although the Avada Kedavra curse just now seems powerful, it is still questionable whether it can kill a wizard.
If others had observed carefully, they would have noticed that before the attacker took out his wand and used the Killing Curse, Albert had actually jumped to the side and avoided the spell in advance.
He never thought of trying to take the Avada Kedavra with his face, let alone putting himself in danger, so naturally the Avada Kedavra was used after he dodged.
Of course, no one paid attention to these things, because the players' lounge was already in chaos, and everyone was alert to the people around them, fearing that another fool would appear and hit them, or that they would be accidentally affected by the spell.
"Quiet, quiet down, there is no danger anymore." An Auror shouted loudly, fearing that a riot would break out here. They were all wizards who could enter the top 64, and they were far superior to most wizards in dueling. If a riot broke out, they would all be in big trouble.
In order to express his dissatisfaction, the first Auror who approached Albert with a wand was hung on the wall by him.
"Put down your wands and don't point them at me." Albert's voice was a little cold. It was not until the second Auror was hung neatly on the wall by him that the Aurors finally put away their wands and were willing to talk to him properly.
It took some time for everyone's emotions to gradually stabilize.
Of course, the main reason is that they were not the ones who were assassinated.
In order to ensure everyone's safety, all wizards were required to put away their wands, otherwise they would be regarded as having ill intentions and would be directly disqualified from the competition.
Of course, being ambushed was not Albert's fault at all, but the organizer's fault, because Albert did not know the person in front of him at all.
"You really don't know him?"
"Damn it, there's no way I know him."
Albert glared at the Auror in dissatisfaction and complained in Spanish: "Are your brains stuck in the door? You actually come to ask me why I don't wake up that bastard, give him some truth serum, and then ask him why he wants to kill me!"
"Oh, you're right." The Auror was embarrassed. They actually wanted to pass on the blame. If this was an assassination caused by personal grudges, then it really couldn't be blamed on the security issues of their organizers, but if not, then it was obviously their organizers' problem.
Especially if you want to continue holding the International Wizard Duel Tournament, this kind of thing must be handled properly. The guy in front of you is a well-known genius, so it's better not to offend him if you can.
The question just now was purely a habit of trying to pass the buck.
"You are right. This is indeed a problem on our side." The Auror quickly corrected his attitude. "We will apply to torture him with truth serum and give you a satisfactory answer."
Everyone was surprised to see the organizer just give in. They also looked at the assassin who was tied to the chair.
"Could this guy be under the control of the Imperius Curse? I heard that something happened in Barnabus Bar today. Someone went to seek revenge on a dark wizard. I remember this guy also lived there. Maybe he was under the control of the Imperius Curse at that time." A contestant who lives in Barnabus Bar expressed his guess. "After all, a normal person would definitely not be stupid enough to assassinate a wizard here, unless he was controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse."
This may sound ridiculous, but something really happened at Barnabus Bar today, and the murderer has not been found yet.
Before everyone could figure out the reason for the assassination, they discovered that the wizard tied to the chair had disappeared.
"What's going on? Why is he..."
"Damn it, it's a Portkey, can't Apparate here."
Seeing the cooked duck fly away, the Aurors' faces turned ugly. They realized that they were treated as fools and played a big trick on others.
"Let's go ahead with the competition first. I have already notified the Spanish Ministry of Magic and they will send someone to handle this matter."
The organizers naturally don't want subsequent competitions to be ruined, otherwise they don't know how much money they will lose, which would be more painful than killing them.
…
At this moment, in a remote park somewhere outside the suburbs, Lucius Malfoy was staring at the pocket watch on his hand anxiously.
He is waiting for a message.
When the hands of his pocket watch stopped at the early hours of the morning, Lucius Malfoy slammed the pocket watch shut and put it back in his pocket, then drew out his wand and pointed it at the spot where the portkey had appeared.
The next moment, the darkness seemed to be distorted slightly, and a figure tied to a chair appeared out of nowhere and fell heavily to the ground. The person tied to the chair fell hard, but there was no sign of waking up.
After confirming again and again that there was no one else around, Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If someone is caught, it means that the crime has most likely been committed.
He immediately stepped forward and used a resuscitation spell to wake the other person from his coma.
"Carter, did it work?"
Malfoy slapped the other person's cheek hard, completely waking up the drowsy guy in front of him.
“Stop hitting me,” the man muttered.
"Did it work?" Malfoy demanded.
The dark wizard named Carter was silent for a moment before answering, "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Malfoy's angry eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone, "You actually told me that you don't know?"
"I have successfully used the Avada Kedavra curse on the Mudblood, but I was also knocked unconscious by the curse. I didn't see whether the guy was dead or not. You should know that the Aurors are not idiots. They reacted quickly and knocked me out almost as soon as I used the spell." The dark wizard Carter said expressionlessly, as if he was dissatisfied with Lucius Malfoy's attitude and the way he woke himself up. "I have tried my best. The defense inside is very tight. I am lucky that I was not killed directly by the Aurors."
"Damn it." Lucius wanted to kill the other person, but in the end he didn't do that. He cut the rope on the other person and reminded him, "We have to leave here immediately."
Lucius Malfoy did not dare to stay here any longer and prepared to leave immediately. He no longer cared whether the plan was successful or not.
Because he knew very well that he had no chance. If he didn't run away, he might be blocked by the Spanish Aurors, and then he would really not be able to escape.
He never underestimated the power of the Ministry of Magic. It would not be difficult for them to find this place by following the portkey if they really wanted to. Lucius Malfoy, who often dealt with the British Ministry of Magic, knew these things better than most people.
Not long after Lucius Malfoy led his men to retreat, a team of Aurors from the Spanish Ministry of Magic arrived at the park and almost blocked them.
"I think he must be dead, that Mudblood. No one can dodge the Avada Kedavra curse at close range. If that guy is not dead even with this, it's best to stay away from him." The dark wizard Carter reached out to Malfoy for money, "Give me what I deserve."
"Go and pass the message to the others, asking them to temporarily abandon their plan and retreat." Malfoy ignored Carter's actions and gave Carter an order before using the portkey to leave Spain, "Tell everyone to retreat to the UK along the original route and don't confront the Aurors head-on."
"I need a wand," the dark wizard said, "and when I can get the rest of the Galleons."
"Isn't there another wand?" Malfoy reminded, "Go and get rid of the guy controlled by Peter Pettigrew. As for your Galleons, if that Mudblood dies, I will give you an extra 500 Galleons."
"It can't be given in advance," said Carter.
Malfoy didn't answer, having already used the prepared portkey to leave.
After Malfoy left, Carter suddenly became expressionless and Apparated into a remote alley. Not far from him, there was a figure standing silently.
The dark wizard Carter didn't look back, but just trembled slightly, then walked out of the alley and disappeared.
"One should not be too greedy." The figure looked at the back of the dark wizard Carter as he left, and murmured, "The fun is about to begin, Sirius, don't let me down."
Just now, Albert had quietly knocked down all the dark wizards who were scattered around and ready to cause trouble.
They were not Death Eaters, and some of the minions recruited by the Death Eaters were not weak in strength. Unfortunately, they were not very vigilant, and they did not notice Albert sneaking up on them with the Disillusionment Charm, and were all knocked down by him with the Stunning Charm.
As for the four Death Eaters who gathered together, Albert did not touch them, mainly because it would be easy to make noise if he could not launch a sneak attack.
It was a gift he left for Sirius as payment for helping him place the bet.
Well, Albert wouldn't say that it was because it was difficult to deal with the four of them. Although defeating each dark wizard could give 200 experience points, the scores were the same, so the difficult ones would naturally be left to the Order of the Phoenix.
After all, the Order of the Phoenix is the rival of the Death Eaters.
Albert believed that Sirius definitely wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew, so he would certainly not be so tactless as to ruin someone else's revenge for a little experience.
"However, tonight's assassination feels more like a joke." Albert murmured, looking in the direction of the gymnasium.