Study Days at Hogwarts

"Tonight is a great experience."

Albert came out of the bathroom with a dry towel on his head. He just sat down at the table and was about to use the double-sided mirror to chat with Isobel.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

"Is something wrong?"

Albert hurriedly wiped the water on his head with a towel, and after opening the door, he found the bar owner Diana and her daughter Yanila standing in the corridor outside.

"Here's the list."

Diana smiled and handed a piece of paper to Albert and reminded: "The competition will start around ten o'clock tomorrow. You can choose a magic from the list and display it in front of the referee panel."

Albert took the paper and glanced at the contents, then his eyes fell on the stack of paper in Diana's hand, and he quickly guessed what was going on.

The competition starts tomorrow, and all contestants need to show their magic in front of the referee. They must make some preparations in advance to avoid accidents.

As for Yanila's curious gaze, she was ignored by Albert.

"thank you, I know now."

After Albert chatted with Diana for a few words, he closed the door again. When he was about to return to the table, the voices of mother and daughter were heard outside the corridor.

"Mom, you are right, that Mr. Anderson is indeed a very special person. However, he seems to know what you want to do, and he is a little disgusted." Yanila's voice was so soft that Albert could hardly hear it clearly.

"Don't be stupid, my daughter." Diana looked at Yanila's beautiful face and said softly, "You are so beautiful and you are also a big singer. What man can refuse you?"

"You said he already has a girlfriend." Yanila said with a frown, obviously disapproving of Diana's proposal.

"So what?" Diana disagreed, "How many couples break up after graduation.

Yanila was speechless for a while.

Well, although Mr. Anderson is indeed her type,... Yanila can't say that she likes him. At most, she has some affection for him.

On the contrary, she resented what her mother asked her to do.

Seducing and pursuing a man?

It’s not like no one wants her, Yanila, so why do she do this?

Since embarking on the path of becoming a singer, Yanila has had no shortage of suitors in school.

Moreover, who can guarantee that that guy will definitely win the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Spellcasting Techniques?

Anyway, Yanila is quite disgusted with this matter.

However, all the men their family looks for are gold medal winners. It is for this reason that Yanila has not found a boyfriend yet.

"You should believe in my vision. I am very accurate in judging people." Diana was very confident in her vision, and from the brief conversation between Bud and Albert, it was not difficult to see that Albert was extraordinary. It's not just the support of seniors to juniors, teachers to students, the conversation between the two of them is more equal and casual, like good friends.

Yanila curled her lips, but did not try to refute Diana's words. Her mother was indeed very good at this.

"You should pray that he can win the gold medal." Diana stopped talking nonsense, "Forget it, I'll take you to meet other contestants. However, I'm sure none of them are suitable for Mr. Anderson."

As soon as the two left, Albert's door was reopened a crack and then closed again.

Albert, who was sitting at the table, held a round stone between his fingertips, reached out and took off his headphones, with an extremely weird expression on his face.

He probably figured out what was going on.

"I didn't expect that such a ridiculous and weird thing could happen to me?"

Albert couldn't help but shake his head, get rid of the distracting thoughts in his head, and began to use the double-sided mirror to contact Isobel, while reading the piece of paper he just received.

Thirty different plans were listed on the paper, and none of them were actually very difficult. The contestants only had to pick one and then present it in front of the judges.

In fact, this can be regarded as a kind of persuasion.

If the contestants can't even do this well, they should give up participating in the competition in advance to avoid making a fool of themselves in public tomorrow.

After all, the vast majority of wizards with excellent spell-casting techniques are not very accomplished in magic. This is one of the reasons why the Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spell-casting Techniques is so valuable.

Many wizards who win the Gold Medal eventually become celebrities.

To a certain extent, the Diana family's method of selecting people is actually correct. Those selected using this method must be a genius.

On the other side of the double-sided mirror, Katrina was talking to Isobel about the jobs she planned to do in the future and the elective subjects she should take when she reaches sixth grade.

It was originally Mrs. McDougal's responsibility to advise Katrina, but she was too busy, so Isobel had to help.

"Did you hear anything just now, as if someone was calling you?" Katrina had a strange expression on her face. She seemed to have heard Albert's call coming from the room just now.

"Someone is calling me?" Isobel asked suspiciously.

"Yes, it's Albert. I heard his voice just now. He seemed to be calling you." Katrina made a shushing gesture, "Did you hear that voice?"

"Really?" Isobel stared at Katrina and couldn't help teasing, "Did you miss him too much, so you heard wrongly."

"This isn't funny." Katrina stood and looked for the source of the sound.

"Okay, I won't kid you. The sound actually came from the double-sided mirror." Isobel pointed to the double-sided mirror on the table and explained to Katrina with a smile: "We have always passed A two-way mirror to stay connected.”

Katrina picked up the double-sided mirror that was upside down on the table and looked at the familiar face in the mirror with a surprised expression.

"Where's Isobel?"

Albert recognized the girl who looked a bit like Isobel in the mirror at a glance.

"Next to me." Katrina put the double-sided mirror back on the table and walked away simply. She didn't want to watch the two of them show their affection, so she left the rest of the time to them.

"It seems that I disturbed your chat just now." Albert said apologetically.

"I was just talking to Katrina about sixth-grade further studies." Isobel pulled up her chair and sat in front of the desk. "However, it seems that she plans to take the same courses as you, and only chose mathematical divination and ancient magic texts."

"It's with us. Besides, the other courses are useless." Albert said without hesitation. "By the way, I arrived in Spain today using the international floo network. You should come with me. The food here is good, and I also encountered some interesting things."

Albert chatted with Isobel about what he had seen in Spain, but did not mention Yanila.

I just briefly mentioned that I met a singer who sang very well here, and said that I would bring her a gift when I go back.

Yes, Yanila is a pretty good singer in Albert's eyes.

Time flew by as the two chatted casually. In the end, the two even went to bed to continue chatting. When talking about the Christmas ball, Isobel was a little silent.

Albert once told her that if he was elected as the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, he hoped to invite Katrina to be his dance partner at the Yule Ball.

Then, replace the sisters and let Isobel dance the first dance with her. The McDougal sisters look alike, so no one will recognize them after dressing up. Even if they do, it will be fine as long as they don't recognize them.

Isobel never doubted Albert's ability, nor did she doubt that he could not become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament.

However, Albert's proposal made her hesitate. Although Isobel also wanted to dance with Albert, she felt that doing so was unfair to her sister.

In this regard, Albert didn't know what to say. He almost forgot that Isobel was still a sister-in-law and was really too kind to his sister Katrina.

Albert did not refute this. This matter will still take more than half a year, and a solution to the problem will always be found by then.

As the night wore on, the bar gradually fell into silence. However, many people are destined to lose sleep tonight.

When Albert woke up the next morning, he was in good spirits. When he got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast, he found that the atmosphere in the bar was very depressing.

The lively atmosphere last night was completely gone. Everyone seemed to be suffering from anorexia at the same time and had no appetite for the food in front of them.

Albert suddenly had the illusion that he had been preparing for the college entrance examination in his previous life, but the atmosphere here did not affect his appetite at all.

"It seems that you had a good rest last night."

When Bud went downstairs, he found Albert, who had just finished a toast sandwich, eating hot chocolate with a "stick" similar to a churro.

"good."

After eating the "fried dough sticks", Albert commented: "The breakfast here is a bit too sweet, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"I think so too." Bud ordered himself a toast sandwich and a glass of hot milk. He looked up and looked around the bar and said with a smile, "Most of the contestants don't have such an appetite as you."

yes!

The other contestants all have severe anxiety disorders and are obviously unable to compare with a guy like Albert who has rich experience in competitions and a strong psychological quality.

"You're quite calm!"

Rodres appeared out of nowhere, sat down on the seat next to Bud and looked at Albert. He was surprised at the calmness that Albert showed. This was not like the calmness and calmness that a minor wizard should have.

"After more experience, I won't be nervous anymore." Albert didn't lie. His current mental quality was really tempered.

After all, he has killed people, fought against basilisks, faced werewolves, and participated in two major competitions, so he is naturally calmer than most of the contestants.

"Are you the referee?" Bud cast a searching look at his old buddy.

"No, I'm just an uninvited spectator." Rodres shook his head.

"Is Mr. Dumbledore on the jury?" Albert asked suddenly. He was really afraid that Dumbledore would suddenly show up and see something from his spell-casting techniques.

I should have done some divination last night, but I miscalculated!

"No, there have always been five fixed people." Rodres said: "Barnabus Finkley's excellent referees are all professionals. In fact, most international events are usually refereed by professionals. , in order to maintain fairness and justice in the game.”

To be honest, Albert is not interested in so-called professionals, and he even scorns the so-called fairness and justice.

"Hypocritical, you have the nerve to say such nonsense." Bud curled his lips disdainfully and said: "Don't tell me you don't know what most international competitions are like?"

"At least, the competition for Barnabus Finkley's excellent spell casting skills is relatively fair." Rodrith shrugged, "You should be aware of this."

At this moment, the bar suddenly became quiet.

Albert turned to look at the stairs of the bar and saw five elderly wizards coming down from the stairs, with the bar owner Diana accompanying them respectfully.

"Those guys should be the referees!" Albert looked at the old people, three men and two women, and they were all very old. Albert suspected that they were older than Dumbledore.

The atmosphere in the bar became even more depressed. Even Bud and Rodrith stopped bickering and briefly introduced the five old people to Albert, and also mentioned how they should show off their magic later.

A simple and effective suggestion: Power works wonders.

Adhering to the principle that wizards with excellent spell casting techniques should not have too low magical attainments, contestants should show off their magic as much as possible. As long as it is not too lame or makes serious mistakes, there is no need to worry about being eliminated in the first round of screening. .

When the time came to half past nine, the bartenders began to tidy up and make room for the next game.

The stage used for the concert last night was turned into a stage for contestants to perform. The contestants who are about to participate in the competition need to line up in groups according to the number plates assigned yesterday and go on stage one by one to show their magic.

Albert's number plate is No. 17, and he is among the last few in the first group.

He carefully looked around him. In front of Albert was a man not much older than him. His face was slightly pale and he had been wiping the sweat on his palms with a handkerchief. He seemed very nervous.

The person lined up behind Albert was a mature wizard who was about 27 or 28 years old. He looked much calmer. When Albert turned his head, he happened to meet his eyes. The man seemed surprised. Albert's youth and calmness.

"You are also here for Miss Yanila?" the wizard spoke fluent French.

"Miss Yanila?" Albert asked in French.

"you do not know?"

"Know what?" Albert asked.

The wizard looked confused, "Aren't you a student of Beauxbatons? How come you don't know Miss Yanila?"

"No, I'm a student at Hogwarts." Albert corrected.

The wizard suddenly stopped talking, as if he didn't intend to reveal the news to Albert.

Of course Albert saw this guy's thoughts and couldn't help but curled his lips.

It seemed that someone else knew about Yanila's family, and she was really unlucky.

During the time that Albert was chatting with others, the game had already begun.

With the help of Diana and a pair of young men and women, the contestants began to walk on stage in an orderly manner to show off their magic.

Contestant No. 1 was a man in his thirties. He waved his magic wand in a way that he thought was elegant and conjured large flowers out of thin air.