Harry Potter's Bastard

The arena is very large, and in the previous years of the Quidditch World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic was responsible for building a large enough playing field, but it was still a lap smaller than the arena that Solim was currently in.

If memory serves, the 94 Quidditch World Cup has nearly 100,000 spectators, and although the arena covers a larger area, it is still far inferior in terms of the number of spectators it can hold. Because the British Ministry of Magic in order to meet the deadline, many people were "standing tickets", and only a small number of them had seats, but the arena was different, there were one ticket here, and there were many decorative statues and columns in the audience, and the area of these things was not small. But even so, the entire arena can hold fifty or sixty thousand people.

Solim sat down and roughly observed that it was already two-thirds full, and the audience was entering the arena one after another. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Solim hurriedly asked Calvin about what had just happened.

"What you said before you came in......"

Solim glanced to the side and saw that Calvin had somehow found six dirty black nails with a few gaps, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was doing some kind of divination.

"What?" Calvin was startled, as if taken aback, "Oh, you mean 23 lucky viewers? That's not a good thing. "

"Lucky viewer?" Solim suddenly felt that something was wrong.

In addition to the unlucky eggs collected from all over the arena, as well as wizards or other creatures who actively participated, the organizers of each tournament arena will also select a few "lucky ones" from the audience to participate in the gladiatorial fight.

This is a terrible thing, for the vast majority of viewers, the chance of drawing their heads is very small, and they are naturally happy to watch the excitement. But if you are unfortunate enough to be chosen, then there is only one way: to win the gladiatorial battle.

If you want to die in a gladiatorial fight, everything will naturally be over, but once you win, it will be of considerable benefit to the gladiator as a "spectator", which is why many wizards will come to watch the game:

They want from the Dominator here, Stanfano. Kuzhuoqi is getting some benefit or help here. Otherwise, how could there be so many wizards running around to watch the gladiatorial fight.

While some wizards are really keen on this kind of bloody activity, and some wizards are really gambling on dogs and pointing to this to make a fortune, many more wizards hope to establish a relationship with Kuchoki through gladiatorial fighting.

"Then why do you say it's not a good thing?" Solim asked, "It seems to me that this is a risky exchange, just take what you need." "

"It has to survive, too. Calvin gave him a blank look, "The gladiators of the audience are facing different things, there are dragons, other extremely dangerous magical creatures, and sometimes Ku Zhuoqi is interested, and even ends up in person." "

Dragon......

Solim hissed, there wouldn't be any mess, right?

"Extremely dangerous magical creatures, such as?"

Solim was a little curious about this, mainly because Calvin said it.

A werewolf is considered "extremely dangerous" to a Hogwarts student, but what is this to Calvin? There are only a few that can be called "extremely dangerous" by Calvin.

"Like a human-headed sphin-tail, like a five-legged monster, like a sac panther,......" Calvin sneered, and the few proper nouns that came out of his mouth made Solim's heart tremble.

"How is this possible!"

Although Solim didn't put much effort into magical creatures, he didn't make any mistakes in the common sense that matched his identity, and he should know a lot.

Five-legged monsters like that...... It is considered a "specialty". They...... Or maybe they only live on the northernmost island of Scotland, on the island of Deria, and it's under a spell and is in the "non-mapable" area.

The Five-Legged Monster, also known as "Mao McBurne", is a five-legged monster covered in reddish-brown hair, and like other "monsters", it has a special love for human flesh.

As for whether these monsters are caused by human factors, for the time being, this is not the key. The problem is that this kind of thing is a natural enemy for wizards.

As long as he is close to a wizard, yes, he only needs a five-legged monster to be close to a wizard, and as long as the wizard's magic does not break a certain boundary, then he is no different from a normal Muggle - no magic is used. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Solim has read the relevant literature, and the wizarding world currently believes that this ability of the five-legged monster is a kind of seal for a specific magical power, and as long as the magic power is not strong enough, it will be subject to the power of the five-legged monster. This is also the reason why the five-legged monster is closely monitored.

Fighting this kind of thing? Solim would rather dance face-to-face with a second-generation vampire.

As for Calvin's "poisonous leopard", Solim only wants to curse. The poison spewed out by the Cyst Leopard cannot be resisted by magic spells, and can only be filtered by relying on special alchemy equipment, but due to its narrow applicability, it is only available to wizards in Africa who deal with Cyst Leopard, and there is no such thing on the market.

If you really want to deal with something like a poisonous leopard in a limited area like the gladiatorial arena, no number of people will be enough to die.

As if thinking of something, Solim shuddered and reached into the hem of his shirt, remembering that there was a bottle of elixir in the box, and if the situation was not good, he might have to use it today. []

Calvin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, put away the dirty nails in his hands, and turned his head just to see the small bottle in Suo 170 Limu's hand...... and the golden liquid inside.

"Elixir?" Calvin lowered his voice, and Solim almost didn't hear it, "Are you crazy?"

"What?" Solim hurriedly held the bottle in his palm, afraid that the others would see it.

"I don't know if there's a precedent, but I'm eighty percent sure—"

Calvin said as he looked up and around.

"—If you do drink this thing, there's a good chance you're going to be chosen. "

"Huh?" Solim was startled, his age-spotted hand barely steady.

"Elixir is a potion that brings luck, not a potion that gets you out of trouble. Do you understand?"

"It is useless to drink such a thing in a mortal situation...... Besides, a few out of tens of thousands of people are selected to be gladiators, one out of ten thousand, and you are selected as a result, which is the same as the lucky draw where you go to buy a goblin, which is a kind of luck. As for what this luck will bring. It's not a potion interference, you know?"

Calvin's meaning is to put it bluntly, that is, drinking the elixir can allow you to buy a lottery ticket and win the lottery, but whether you will be robbed after you claim the prize is not within the influence of the elixir.

Solim Mali stuffed the bottle back into the box.

He felt that he might be a little nervous, and that there were tens of thousands of people, and he really wouldn't necessarily choose his .......