Hogwarts: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Hermione at the back end

The United States spectators and players who had just shouted were silent.

Who would have thought that Braun would really be able to turn the tide at the last moment.

"It can't be!"

Jerome looked at Braun's lab table with a shocked face, unable to believe that he had actually refined the potion at the last minute.

But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

And it did happen.

And this also means that you have lost!

Looking at the potions on his bench.

Jerome couldn't help but laugh miserably.

I didn't expect that my desperate efforts would fail in the end.

The thin old man with a bright smile in the VIP seat also looked ugly at the moment.

Or rather, it's never been so ugly.

He stared at Braun with a grim gaze, and a hint of murder flashed in his eyes from time to time.

What was supposed to be successful did not expect such a mistake to occur.

He didn't blame his grandson.

Jerome's performance, even if he looks like it's amazing.

But even so, he was defeated by this kid named Braun.

It can be seen how terrible his talent is.

"Can't stay!"

The thin old man thought to himself.

Matthew, who was already disappointed, was stunned, and couldn't help but become excited after realizing what had happened.

It seems that he is afraid that things will change.

I want to start announcing the results.

"No!

I'm refining a secret potion!"

Jerome shouted.

Jerome's shout made many wizards change their expressions. 853 "The secret medicine turned out to be a secret medicine!"

"At this age, you can actually refine a secret medicine!"

"It's over!

Of course, there are also some wizards who seem a little confused.

Didn't understand what was going on.

Why are other people so excited to hear the term secret medicine?

What the hell is this thing?

"The secret medicine is ......"

Listening to the explanations of his familiar companions, the wizard couldn't help but suddenly realize.

And some of the wizards around him also showed the same expression.

"I really didn't think about it!"

"It's the first time I've heard of it!

"I've seen it!"

After sighing, he didn't wait for everyone's reaction.

A calming voice came from the square.

"Who isn't that?"

People looked a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't really understand either. "

"He means ......"

The wizard swallowed:

"What he means is that what he refines is also a secret potion!"

The crowd boiled all at once:

"What?"

"Fake!"

"How is that possible!"

Voices of disbelief filled the venue.

Jerome's face, which was originally hideous because of anger, couldn't help but bring some disbelief.

He didn't think that Braun was actually refining a secret medicine!

You know, Braun is two years younger than him.

If people like themselves can be called geniuses, then what can the other party call them?

I think back to what I said at the beginning of the game to teach the other party a lesson.

At this moment, it only felt like a slap in the face of oneself.

As for whether Braun is lying.

At this point, Jerome didn't think about it, in front of so many people, and he had passed the verification of the potion, so how could there be a fake?

And with the green light on the Braun bench lit up.

It is even more representative of the correctness of this point.

And the little hope that was left in his heart was also shattered.

"Now that the potions have been verified.

Then I'll announce the results!"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Matthew said calmly.

As if this kind of thing didn't make his calm heart have the slightest ups and downs.

"The champion of the junior category of this year's Potions Maker Conference is!

Braunfoley from England!"

The cheers accompanied Matthew's words soared into the sky.

Even the birds in the sky were taken aback.

Waving his wings, he hurried away.

"It did!"

Webb shook his fist hard.

"Great!"

Fleur looked at the figure in the square with joy.

In front of the attention of everyone in the venue, even Braun couldn't help but feel excited.

The smile on his face couldn't be concealed.

Wait until the cheers have subsided.

Matthew continued to speak:

"As a champion!

I, the president of the Potions Masters Association, will present him with the prize of this champion - the Legacy of the Secret Elixir of the Body of Mist!"

As he spoke, Matthew slowly landed in the square from the sky.

With a wave of his hand, he didn't know where to grab a quaint wooden box.

The box is gray in color, and the corners are irregular, as if it had been dug out of a tree and chopped with a not-so-sharp axe.

There's even a piece missing from one corner of the box.

Even if such a box is thrown on the ground, no one will want to pick it up.

But it was such a box, but at this moment, it was held in the hand of Matthew, the president of the Potions Association.

There is also a preciousness in his expression. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Looking at Matthew's expression, Braun's face couldn't help but be solemn.

"Take it! This inheritance will be handed over to you! I hope you can carry it forward!"

Braun took the wooden box.

With seriousness and seriousness:

"Thank you! I will be President Matthew!"

The awarding of awards by wizards is not such a tedious process.

Announce it to everyone, then hand over the prize to the winner, and you're done.

Looking at the eager eyes of the audience.

Matthew laughed loudly:

"I announce!

This Potions Master Conference was a success!"

"Humph!"

Looking at Matthew who raised his arms and shouted in the square, the thin old man snorted coldly.

Without the slightest nostalgia, he turned and left.

In the cheers of everyone, he made him particularly conspicuous.

And Jerome in the square didn't say anything more after glancing coldly at Braun.

Leaving on his own.

By the time Braun turned around, there was only an empty lab bench on the other side.

Jerome's figure has long since disappeared.

"Gone, this guy is running fast when he sees something wrong!"

Braun muttered to himself.

Put away the wooden box.

Surrounded by everyone, he left the venue.

In a hidden room on Moon Hill at the Ouagado Academy.

A group of hooded people gathered around it.

The atmosphere was very depressing.

A hoarse voice sounded, and the sound was shrill as if rubbing against each other with glass, which made people can't help but get goosebumps when they heard it:

"Failed!

This failure will lead to further postponement of our plans!"

Bang!

The table shook as a stout arm slapped it.

It was a big man, his bare skin and black robes blending perfectly.

"I don't care if your plan fails or not!

What we want to know is when exactly will help us resuscitate Chuck!

This is something we have long been in our agreement!

Otherwise, we wouldn't have taken such a big risk to help you today. "

The same is true of several people around Dahan.

It seems that he is very angry with the person who just spoke.

"Our plan has failed......!

"Davis!"

The old man just now sternly stopped the wizard who wanted to say something.

looked at the big man just now, and said calmly:

"We will help your Logris.

But please give us some time. "

Dahan snorted coldly.

"As soon as possible, Jones!

Chuck will wake up at the full moon of this month.

We don't have much time!"

After speaking, without waiting for the old man's reaction, he turned around and left here with his subordinates.

The room became empty as Loris left.

The atmosphere is getting more and more dreary.

The old man, known as Jones, spoke up again:

"You're in charge of Brown's junior group this time, let's talk about it.

The reason for the failure, I remember when you assured me that your grandson Jerome was foolproof. "

"It's the president!"

Jerome's grandfather wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns.

It's hard to imagine an old man who is not even afraid in front of Matthew.

I was scared like this because of a word.

"This time everything went very smoothly.

But out of nowhere, a kid named Braunfoley popped up.

He ......"

After listening to Brown's words.

Jones tapped his slender fingers on the table with a pensive expression.

The room fell silent.

No one spoke, for fear of disturbing Jones's musings.

After listening to Brown's account, he also understood.

This matter really has little to do with Brown.

Because no one expected that such a genius would appear on the European continent, which had begun to decline day by day.

At the age of thirteen, he was able to refine secret medicines.

Such a person belonged to the ranks of geniuses even when the Potions Master of the European continent was prosperous.

It's hard to find it in decades.

"Although this is excusable, punishment is still necessary!

I think you should know the impact of the failure of the plan. "

"When!

Brown's voice trembled a little.

But looking at the expression, I was a lot more relaxed.

I didn't get as nervous as I was just now.