Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 63 Tournament

After officially joining Professor Flitwick's dueling club, William realized why he set the threshold for application so high.

"You know, this is not so much a dueling club, but rather a platform for communication—we meet at least every two to three weeks."

One of the two previous Gryffindor boys who jinxed Yaxley said to William, "We share something every time, whether it's a spell, a transfiguration, or your thinking, as long as you think it's worth it." It’s worth it, and you discovered it yourself, whatever.”

"Wouldn't someone just share useless knowledge?"

William asked.

Under this mechanism, it is almost inevitable that free riders will appear—because there is no mandatory reward and punishment mechanism, it all depends on self-awareness, and it is entirely possible that there will be iron cocks who only listen to others to share valuable knowledge, but do nothing for themselves.

"Of course, but...you see, we only have so many people here, and everyone is actually familiar with each other."

The boy replied.

William immediately realized that in such a small and closed circle, even if the free-riding behavior was theoretically feasible, it would soon be squeezed out by other members.

The members of the club are all the best in various colleges. Even if they cannot become colleagues in the future, they will be very valuable interpersonal resources.

There is absolutely no need to do things that are greedy for petty gains even at this time - it is almost impossible for such a fool to pass Professor Flitwick's challenge.

"Then why is it called the Dueling Club?"

Gemma found the key to the problem.

"You'll know soon enough."

The boy rolled his eyes and didn't answer, "I'm George Button, Gryffindor. To be honest, I think you guys are doing a good job. We've always hated that guy, but"

He spread his hands.

"He should be the closest among us to get a place. The next competition will be next year. I just hope that my ranking will not be too ugly."

Another boy chimed in.

"By the way, I'm Walton Taylor, Gryffindor.

You guys did a great job, I've been wanting to do this for a long time. "

"Yes."

The previous boy nodded.

"Okay, okay, I'm sure you've all rested enough—let's get your minds moving."

Professor Flitwick beckoned them over.

In the circular area in the center of the venue, many chairs have been arranged at this moment. William and the others walked over together and found an empty seat to sit down.

"Grey, are you going to start this semester's sharing?"

Professor Flitwick looked at a boy.

"I'm honored, Professor."

He stood on the center of the circle and drew out his wand:
"What I want to share is a little experience I have accumulated when using the stun spell."

In William's view, this kind of sharing activity is actually very close to the form of a future TED talk. The boy told how he could influence the stun spell by adjusting his wrist movements, changing the syllables of the spell, or adding suffixes. Effect.

"Look, if you press your wrist down when casting a spell, and then quickly lift it up, the stun spell will release and fly very fast.

Of course, as a price, the power will be weaker.

But it's worth the effort. "

The boy finished his sharing.

Everyone applauds him.

Next is a girl from Ravenclaw, who is still William's senior sister-the topic she shared was "Skills in Rapid Transformation".

Professor McGonagall mentioned in class that rapid transformation is a technique that is only taught in the improvement class of NEWTs in Hogwarts.

What she explained was how to preserve the high efficiency of rapid deformation while taking care of details by pre-setting anchor impressions in her mind and continuously enriching their details.

"You will notice that when you repeatedly enrich the details of a thing in your mind and imagine its picture, when the impression is so deep that you even think of it subconsciously."

She waved her wand quickly, "Verto!"

The chair next to her suddenly changed into a mighty lion - its details are so real, the fangs, claws, and mane are like a living lion, and even the belly will breathe And sunken, raised.

"Roar!"

The lion let out a loud roar.

If it wasn't for its color and flesh body, William would have thought this male lion was a physical patron saint.

"But how do you get that impression of a specific desired thing rather than something you're familiar with implanted so deeply?"

A boy raises his hand to ask a question.

"I do like my Irene very much, and I am very familiar with her, but if in a duel, it can only be deformed, it can't even beat Mrs. Norris-to be honest, this is a good pair for a Labrador As far as it is concerned, it is a very embarrassing thing.”

His words made many people laugh out loud.

"Feelings are always the most important."

The girl who shared shook her head, "Maybe you can try to develop a relationship with that creature? Of course, it doesn't necessarily need to be love. Sometimes... having a strong fear will be more effective."

The girl sat back.

At this time, Professor Flitwick stood up—he came to the middle of the field, drew a circle with his wand in his hand, and a blackboard appeared beside him——on the blackboard was a complicated table, and on the vertical axis were one by one name.

He tapped on the blackboard again, and the form on it suddenly seemed to come alive, squeezing upwards to make a small space.

William and their names appeared at the bottom.

Obviously the sharing session is over here.

"The chairman of the World Wizarding Duel Championship, Mr. Wellman, announced that the new tournament will be held in August next year, and the venue will be in Paris, France."

Professor Flitwick announced happily.

"The championship is held every three years.

As a former winning streak champion and a special guest of the tournament, I have a guaranteed quota, which can directly send one of you to become one of the top sixteen of the young group. "

He looked around at everyone present for a week.

"This year's youth group champion has a total of 2500 Galleons in gold, and, as this year's organizer, Beauxbaton College is very generous in providing surprise prizes—it is said that it is a piece of work given by their honorary school director Nicole Alchemy props made by LeMay himself."

"hiss"

William heard the sound of many people around him gasping for air.

"All wizards under the age of 22 can sign up for the youth group competition, but if anyone wants to get my recommended spot, they must become the strongest among you!"

Professor Flitwick raised his head and said proudly.

He began to explain the rules of the points race.

But no one is listening seriously anymore.

Even William didn't care about those things anymore.

"Something interesting"

William felt that his spirit was lifted all of a sudden—although those Galleons were good, they were not important.What really interested him was the opportunity to fight more wizards.

As for the rules?

Who cares about that stuff.

He just needs to win every game.

　Thanks Isreee for the monthly pass.

　　Thanks for the monthly pass of the vanilla.

　　Thanks for the reward of 3-methylindole.

　　Copy of Summer Vacation.

　　ps: I've always found it boring that the clubs in the original book only mentioned a Gobstone club, and the duel match only mentioned a name. .Just let it enrich.

　　Harry wasn't invited because his grades weren't good enough, and Hermione's grades were good enough, but she wasn't good at wizard duels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)