Study Days at Hogwarts

"It's finally out."

Standing at the exit of the Magic Garden, Albert couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even returning along the road would take him a lot of time, and it would also be a severe test for the physical strength of the contestants.

He took out his pocket watch from his pocket, looked at the time, and walked slowly towards the crowd not far away.

When Professor Slughorn saw Albert coming back, he immediately walked forward quickly, put his arm around Albert's shoulders, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? They said you were attacked."

"Yeah, it really shocked me."

Albert looked at the players and team leaders from Wagadu Magic School with various meanings in the corner, and said calmly: "I didn't expect that he would suddenly attack me. Fortunately, I was careful and didn't let him You succeed, otherwise you will have to be carried back sideways. By the way, which one am I coming back from?"

"The first one, the other three have been eliminated." When Professor Slughorn talked about this matter, there was a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "By the way, how is your collection of magic raw materials? Is it enough to brew a magic potion?”

"No problem, I collected two." Albert seemed to notice something, and his eyes couldn't help but move to a young wizard walking towards him, frowned slightly, and continued, "This is indeed a magical garden. On the way I have seen many precious magical plants."

"Hand over your wand, we need to check your wand." The wizard who was suspected to be from the tournament party walked up to Albert and said in a formal and stiff tone.

"Check the wand, is this a new rule?" Albert looked at Professor Slughorn doubtfully.

"Guy Bernard, a contestant from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was attacked during the competition and had a large number of Ariot leaves stuffed into his mouth." Professor Slughorn secretly glanced at Bernard on the referee's bench. President Nader, explain this to Albert.

"Aliot's leaves?" Albert raised his eyebrows, as if he heard something interesting. "The attacker is really humorous. Say Guy Bernard was attacked at the entrance of the forest? Are you sure this is not interesting? A joke?"

Guy Bernard's face turned darker when he heard this. There were indeed a few Ariots at the entrance of the Magic Garden. Albert would think so, which was actually not unreasonable, but he was not attacked at the intersection.

"He was attacked in the magic garden." The young wizard repeated a little impatiently, "Hand over your wand, we need to check your wand."

"Are you doubting me?"

Albert narrowed his eyes and stared at the young wizard. He didn't look friendly. It was probably President Bernard who saw that his grandson was eliminated. He couldn't hold his breath and called for help to find the culprit. This made everyone feel uncomfortable. The black guy looked here. To be precise, the look he looked at the young wizard was not very friendly.

"But I was also attacked by other players." Albert raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at Valeria, the Kodosdorez player who was eliminated, and then looked at the referee's seat, with a cold tone in his voice. Strong dissatisfaction, "Or does the competition think that I, the victim who was not eliminated, is more suspicious?"

"Every player will be tested."

There was unconcealed annoyance in the young wizard's voice, because he found that the guy actually ignored him and walked towards the referee's seat.

"I don't think you can check anything," Albert came to the referee's table, glanced at the other referees indifferently, and finally landed on President Bernard's face, reminding him, "Attack my Wagadu Magic School A lot of players don't use wands, and I remember him saying, 'They can't find any proof anyway.'"

"I think so too, that guy is lying."

The changes at the scene made Professor Slughorn feel very bad. He quickly came to Albert's side and tried to stop him, but was easily pushed away by the other party's hand.

Many people have already realized that things are going to be bad. They didn't expect that the contestants at Hogwarts would be so disrespectful to the event.

The principals of other schools can understand. They all realize that Albert Anderson is a genius. They also know many "big people" and can communicate with them on an equal footing. Obviously, they have no respect for the referees here and do not eat them at all. That set.

Moreover, Albert is also a master of telepathy. He obviously realized at the first moment that this was because the competition party wanted to cause trouble for him, or to cause trouble for other students. As the player with the highest voice for the championship, he was treated like this. treatment.

"That's enough. This is to ensure the fairness of the game. Are you questioning the decision of the referee panel?" President Bernard's face turned darker and he almost roared. He didn't expect that the other party would come directly to question him. .

"Am I a prisoner? Tell me, are you planning to interrogate the prisoner?" Albert ignored the other party's murderous gaze and asked calmly, "No, I am a player who came to participate in the Potion Championship, and I was just attacked. Victims, not your prisoners, or the Potions Championship is used to treating players like prisoners."

Although the last words were spoken in a calm tone, they sounded harsh to everyone's ears. If rumors spread that the Magic School Potion Championships treated the contestants as prisoners, God knows how those reporters would report the matter. You must know that Albert is still the most optimistic candidate for the championship.

"Are you questioning the fairness of the referee panel?"

"I think he can be disqualified."

"We are just trying to make sure the competition is fair and all players need to be checked."

"I was attacked, and your patrol members did not stop the attack." Albert didn't care what others were saying at all, and said to himself: "As a victim, after collecting the raw materials and returning, I To be interrogated and targeted as a prisoner, in my opinion, this is the greatest injustice, do you understand what I mean?"

"We are not fighting against you, so..."

"'Anyway, they can't find any evidence.'" Albert repeated coldly: "Are you sure you are not targeting me or us?"

"As far as I know, similar cases have occurred in potions tournaments throughout the ages, and no evidence can be found."

"Did you avoid such treatment because you were eliminated? Don't deny this, because I can see that in addition to checking my wand, the person just now was also preparing to interrogate me about some things. I am not a prisoner. They are contestants, and you have obviously forgotten this and that you should at least maintain due respect for the contestants, so the tournament must apologize to me for your rudeness, and this is non-negotiable."

Professor Slughorn was stunned. He did not expect that Albert would be so forceful in asking the competition director to apologize to him.

All right.

In fact, not only him, but others were also stunned.

This is probably the first time this has ever happened.

Especially the black guy just now, he was clenching his hands at the moment, eager to rush forward to help.

It was okay to be eliminated for violating the rules, but being humiliated by the young wizard just now made the black guy extremely angry. He wished that Albert could spit in the faces of the referees.

The development of things made Damocles feel a little magical. He remembered something. Hertok once told him that Albert Anderson is a genius. You'd better correspond with him as a friend, otherwise he will It will make you understand, "My temper is bigger than yours."

It is said that Huttok once lost his gold membership card and later tried to recall it using the flying spell. As a result, Albert who was near him received a warning from the Ministry of Magic.

At that time, Hutok did it for a long time but still didn't get his membership card back. Later, he went to Dumbledore to no avail, and was even sprayed in the face by Albert.

In the end, he had to compromise and threatened the Ministry of Magic to publish the incident, so that the Ministry of Magic wrote a letter of apology to Albert, finally settling the matter.

At that time, Albert had just entered school, and now he was even less likely to compromise.

Moreover, it is said that this guy has published various papers in the magic world, covering not only the field of potions, but also knows many famous wizards. It is said that the famous French alchemist master has a very good relationship with him, and he was nominated a while ago. Became a candidate for the Wizengamot.

Damn it, Muggle wizards wouldn't be treated like this.

More importantly, Damocles himself still owed him a favor. Albert provided him with a lot of help in improving the Wolfsbane potion.

"President Bernard, I think this matter is indeed a problem on the side of the tournament." Damocles said with a smile: "Mr. Anderson is right, he is a contestant in the Magic School Potions Championship. He is not a prisoner, but I think what he did just now is biased. Don’t forget that he is also a victim and was attacked.”

All the judges looked at Damocles in shock.

"Based on what I know about Mr. Anderson, he doesn't need to cheat. With his own attainments in the field of potions, it's not difficult to win the potions championship."

Everyone looked shocked, probably not expecting Damocles to say this.

These last words directly told them that Albert did not need to rely on cheating to win the championship, because he already had such strength.

Being recognized by a potion master is enough to show Albert's accomplishments in the field of potions. Such a person has no need at all and does not bother to cheat.

"Then how do you think this matter should be resolved?" The other referees asked Damocles directly regardless of what President Bernard thought.

"If Mr. Anderson is innocent after checking the wand, the tournament should apologize to him for this matter. I think it is reasonable to do so." Damocles said calmly, "There is another point I must remind everyone that as a A referee should at least be fair and impartial, instead of turning the Potions Championship into a laughing stock in everyone's eyes."

This last sentence is actually a reminder and a warning.

Albert was not even afraid of them. If he exposed this matter directly, not to mention that the Potion Championship was completely reduced to a laughing stock, their group of potion masters would probably also become the laughing stock of their peers.

Does he dare to do this?

Of course I dare.

And the reason is quite good.

"Mr. Anderson, what do you think?"

"Take it," Albert threw the wand to the other party and said coldly, "You can't find anything."

The dark-faced young wizard suddenly felt something bad and used the Flashback Curse on Albert's wand. However, Albert only used four spells: the Flying Curse, the Cutting Curse, the Iron Armor Curse and the Revival Curse.

All right!

The truth comes out.

Albert was not Guy Bernard's attacker at all.

"Are you satisfied now?" Albert took back his wand and waited for the competition to apologize to him.

"Well, the facts have proven that this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Anderson. I think it is completely reasonable for him to ask the tournament to apologize." Another witch looked at President Bernard, waiting for him to make a statement, and Bernard President Nader looked at the young wizard.

"Sorry, I apologize for being rude just now." The muscles on the young wizard's face twitched twice, and he reluctantly apologized to Albert.

"What I want is not his apology, and he cannot represent the tournament." Albert directly ignored the wizard's apology, looked at the referee's seat and said, "What I want is for the organizer of this tournament to apologize to me. Apologize."

"you……"

"Do you know why I want the tournament to apologize?" Albert said coldly: "Because you treat me and even other players as prisoners. We are players, not prisoners. Shouldn't such rude behavior be deserved? Apologize?"

"Don't you think what you just did was polite?" President Bernard still couldn't hold it back.

"My politeness is only for my friends and guests. As for the bad guys, I'm sorry, they are not among them, and they are not worthy of my friendly treatment." Albert almost said that you are not worthy of my polite treatment.

"Okay, President Bernard, you are the one who caused this matter. Please solve it!"

President Bernard's face turned darker when he heard this. He did not expect that the director of the Magic Garden would lower his head like this, and he still looked indifferent.

It was already obvious to others that he had caused the problem and he had to stand up to quell the problem.

"Sorry, this matter was indeed handled improperly on our side." President Bernard quickly calmed down his emotions and said expressionlessly, "I apologize to you and other players for our rudeness, but we All we do is to maintain fairness and justice in the game.”

Another old wizard nodded slightly towards Albert and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, to give you an unpleasant memory, but I think the Magic School Potions Championship is not as bad as you think. We are still I hope that the golden crucible, which symbolizes the championship, can be awarded to the best potions genius."

"To be honest, I am very disappointed with the Potion Championship. At least the International Wizarding Chess Competition is fair and there will be no such problems. No matter what some people want to do, the championship will still belong to me." Albert was very happy. Domineeringly announcing the ownership of the championship.

Albert's domineering declaration made everyone present a little stunned, but they all quickly remembered that the person in front of them was the youngest international wizard chess champion.