Study Days at Hogwarts

Compared with the night before yesterday, there were not many contestants left in the player rest area tonight, and the original four areas had been cancelled, replaced by a blank top 64 knockout matchup map.

The contestants were gathered by the organizer's staff near the top 64 knockout bracket, and the organizer's staff explained the next rules of the game to everyone.

However, world-class international competitions usually have language barriers. Most members come from all over the world, but it is impossible to assign a translator to every player. The organizers only provide translations in two other 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, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to finish the key points. When everyone was impatient to wait, he asked everyone to start lining up and draw numbers as usual.

In order to make the competition relatively fair, the organizers have to draw the numbers of the players themselves. The number drawn will be the number, and the player drawn will be the player. The organizer cannot be blamed for cheating or other problems.

The most the organizer can do is provide personnel to help the contestants paste the drawn numbers on the top 64 knockout matchup chart.

With the help of Aurors, all the contestants consciously lined up and stepped forward to draw numbers.

Other contestants who didn't understand also looked confused, but when they saw everyone queuing up, they lined up with everyone to draw numbers. This is not something that is difficult to understand. Just follow everyone if you don't understand.

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 took out his wand from his robe pocket and pointed it at the witch in front of everyone. Albert seemed to be planning to do something.

"What are you doing? Put your wand away."

An Auror responsible for maintaining order noticed the abnormal behavior of a certain player and immediately raised his vigilance. He drew out his wand and shouted at the same time. He was always ready to take action to stop the opponent's possible deviant behavior.

However, the wizard didn't seem to hear the Auror's words. Instead, he took out his wand and fired a dazzling green light directly at Albert.

This sudden change shocked everyone around him.

No one expected that someone would dare to try to assassinate others here.

Oh my god, was his head caught in the door?

The Aurors reacted quickly. Almost as soon as the wizard used the Avada Kedavra on the young man over there, they raised their wands and used the Stunning Curse on the wizard, completely subduing him.

After the forest green light dissipated, everyone recovered from the shock and stayed away from the wizard, for fear of being regarded as his accomplice, or being involved in the battle and suffering unreasonable disasters.

Speaking of which, what on earth did that unlucky guy do to trigger the assassination from the anger of the gods? Everyone was glad in their hearts that they were not the ones who were attacked.

What shocked them was that the young man... was not dead.

That's right, the wizard who was suddenly attacked was not dead. At the critical moment, he seemed to feel that his life was threatened, so he suddenly jumped to the side, and he managed to escape by chance. It was really incredible.

Avada's Kedavra failed, exploding a wisp of green fire on the ground, and then disappeared, as if no one had ever used it.

Albert got up from the ground with lingering fear, raised his wand, and summoned a thick shield in front of him.

Then, he slowly retreated to the outside to avoid being attacked again.

The changes here were so fast that no one noticed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

If anyone examined the attacker's wand, they would have discovered that the attacker's wand was actually made of apple wood and unicorn tail hair.

Using this wand to cast Avada Kedavra and assassinate someone is absolutely hilarious.

Because the combination of the 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 using black magic.

Of course, if they checked carefully, they would also find that the wand was not his, and that other people's wands were even more awkward to use, and they also chanted silently when casting the spell, so the power could be imagined.

Even though the Avada Kedavra just now seemed so powerful, whether it could kill a wizard may be another question mark.

If others had observed carefully just now, they would have discovered that before the attacker took out his wand and used the killing curse, Albert had actually jumped to one side and avoided the spell in advance.

He never wanted to try to catch the Avada Kedavra with his face, let alone put himself in danger, so the Avada Kedavra was naturally used after he avoided it.

Of course, no one pays attention to this, because the player lounge is already in chaos, and everyone is wary of others around them, for fear that another fool will appear to hit them, or that they will accidentally be affected by the spell.

"Quiet, be quiet, there is no danger anymore." An Auror shouted loudly, fearing that there would be a riot here. They are all wizards who can enter the top 64. They are far superior to most wizards in duels. If there is a riot, they will all fall. mold.

In order to express his dissatisfaction, the first Auror who approached Albert with a wand was directly 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 wasn't until the second Auror was neatly hung on the wall by him that the Aurors finally put away their wands and were willing to follow him. Speak well.

It took some time for everyone's emotions to finally stabilize.

Of course, the more reason is that they were not the ones who were assassinated.

In order to ensure everyone's safety, all wizards are asked to put away their wands, otherwise they will be deemed to be up to no good and will be directly exempt from the competition.

Of course, the sneak attack was not Albert's problem at all, but the organizer's problem, because Albert did not know the person in front of him at all.

"You really don't know him?"

"Hell, how could I possibly know him."

Albert stared at the Auror dissatisfied, and complained in Spanish: "Have your brains been caught in the door? You actually came to ask me, why don't you wake up that bastard and give him some vomit?" Genuine potion, ask him again why he wants to kill me!"

"Oh, you're right." The Auror was embarrassed. They actually wanted to shirk the blame. If this was an assassination caused by a personal grudge, then they really couldn't blame their organizer's security issues, but if not, then it was obviously their organizer's problem.

Especially if you want to continue to hold the International Wizarding Duel Competition, this kind of thing must be handled well. The guy in front of you is still a famous genius, so don't offend him if you can.

The question just now was purely out of habit and I wanted to pass the blame.

"You are right, this matter is indeed a problem on our side." The Auror quickly corrected his attitude, "We will apply for the use of veritaserum to torture him and give you a satisfactory answer. "

Everyone was surprised to see the organizer giving in. They also looked at the assassin who was tied to the chair.

"Is this guy controlled by the Imperius Curse? I heard that something happened in Barnabus Bar today. Someone went to seek revenge from the dark wizard. I remember that this guy also lives there. Maybe he is that one. At that time, he was controlled by the Imperius Curse." A contestant living in Barnabus Bar expressed his guess, "After all, a normal person would not be stupid enough to assassinate a wizard here unless he was killed by someone. Controlled using the Imperius Curse."

This sounds nonsense, but something happened at Barnabus Bar today, and the murderer has not yet been found.

Before everyone could think about the reason for the assassination, they discovered that the wizard who was tied to the chair had disappeared.

"What's going on? How did he..."

"Damn, it's a portkey, there's no way to Apparate here."

Seeing the cooked duck fly away, the Aurors' faces turned ugly. They realized that they had been treated as fools and played a cruel trick on them.

"Let's play the game first. I have notified the Ministry of Magic in Spain and they will send personnel to handle this matter."

The organizers naturally don't want the subsequent games to be disrupted, otherwise they don't know how much money they will lose, which would be even more uncomfortable than killing them.

…

At this moment, in a remote park outside the suburbs, Lucius Malfoy was staring anxiously at the pocket watch in his hand.

He is waiting for news.

When the clock hand of his pocket watch stopped at midnight, Lucius Malfoy suddenly closed his pocket watch and put it back in his pocket, took out his wand and pointed at the location where the portkey appeared.

The next moment, there seemed to be a subtle distortion in the darkness, and a figure tied to a chair appeared out of thin air and fell heavily to the ground. The person tied to the chair fell hard, but he never woke up. signs.

After making sure that no one else was around, Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

If a person is caught, it means that someone is most likely to take action.

He immediately stepped forward and used the resuscitation spell to awaken the opponent from coma.

"Carter, was it successful?"

Malfoy slapped the other person's cheek hard, completely waking up the sleepy guy in front of him.

"Stop it," the man muttered.

"Did it succeed?" Malfoy asked.

The dark wizard named Carter was silent for a moment before answering: "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Malfoy's angry eyes looked like he wanted to kill someone, "You actually told me, you don't know?"

"I have successfully used the Avada Kedavra on the Mudblood, but I was also knocked unconscious by the spell. I didn't see whether the guy was dead or not. You should know very well that those Aurors are not idiots. They are The reaction was very fast and knocked me out almost after 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 tried my best. Yes, the defense inside is very tight. I am lucky that I was not directly killed by those Aurors."

"Damn it." Lucius wanted to kill the other party, but in the end he did not do that. He cut off the rope on the other party and reminded: "We must leave here immediately."

Lucius Malfoy did not dare to stay here longer and was ready to escape immediately. As for whether the plan was successful, he no longer cared about it.

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 be unable to escape.

He had never underestimated the power of the Ministry of Magic. It would not be difficult for them to follow the portkey to find this place. 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, an Auror team 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 escape Avada's Kedavra at close range. If that guy doesn't die, then it's best to stay away from him." The dark wizard Carter reached out to Mal. Fu reached for the money, "Give me what I deserve."

"Go and send a message to others, asking them to temporarily abandon their plan to retreat." Malfoy ignored Carter's move, and before using the portkey to leave Spain, he gave Carter an order, "Let everyone retreat to Britain according to the original route, and do not follow Auror head-on."

"I need a wand," the dark wizard said, "and when can I get the remaining galleons."

"Isn't there another wand?" Malfoy reminded: "You go and kill the guy controlled by Peter Pettigrew. As for your Galleons, if the Mudblood dies, I will give you another wand." I'll give you five hundred galleons."

"You can't give it in advance," Carter said.

Malfoy didn't answer and left using the door key he had prepared in advance.

After Malfoy left, Carter suddenly became expressionless and apparated directly into a remote alley. Not far from him, a figure stood silently.

The dark wizard Carter did not look back, but his body trembled slightly, and he walked out of the alley and disappeared.

"You really can't be too greedy." The figure looked at the dark wizard Carter's leaving figure and murmured: "The show is about to begin, Sirius, don't let me down."

Just now, Albert had quietly knocked down all the dark wizards scattered around who were preparing to cause trouble.

They are not Death Eaters, and some of the minions recruited by Death Eaters are not weak in strength. Unfortunately, they are not very vigilant. Albert used the Disguise Curse to sneak up on them without even noticing, and was immediately knocked unconscious by him. The curse was put down all.

As for the four Death Eaters gathered together, Albert did not touch them, mainly because it was easy to cause trouble when they could not sneak attack.

That was the gift he left for Sirius as a reward for helping him place his bet.

Well, Albert wouldn't say it was because it was troublesome for the four of them to solve it. Although you can get 200 experience points for defeating every dark wizard, the scores are all the same, so the hard part is naturally left to the Order of the Phoenix.

Who makes the Order of the Phoenix the opponent of the Death Eaters?

Albert believed that Sirius definitely wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew. Naturally, he would not be so ignorant as to sabotage other people's revenge for so little experience.

"However, tonight's assassination feels more like a joke." Albert murmured, looking in the direction of the stadium.