Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Returning to the Great Hall, Dumbledore found that other professors of the school and principals of other schools had arrived.

There was a strange calm in the auditorium.

After Seraphina walked into the auditorium, the strange atmosphere began to develop into something even weirder. The students seemed to be concentrating on finishing their breakfast, but they also seemed to be secretly watching Professor Picquery who had returned to the auditorium.

Seraphina noticed the eerie atmosphere in the auditorium, but as a seasoned veteran, she chose to just pretend nothing had happened.

She walked straight to the staff seats and found an empty seat.

Seraphina herself wants to keep a low profile, but others, such as Karkaroff who is eager to create chaos in the world, will not give her this opportunity.

"Professor Picquery, I'm really curious, what exactly happened just now?" Karkaroff asked with a strange smile on his face.

Seraphina froze, and just as she was thinking about how to respond to this annoying Karkaroff, Dumbledore's voice came from behind her.

"Nothing happened, Igor, it's just a misunderstanding." Dumbledore said calmly, looking at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff closed his mouth.

He felt a strong pressure.

Few people dared to offend Dumbledore on Hogwarts' territory, so after Dumbledore's strong response, the storm was settled.

It was buried deep in everyone's heart, and the name Les Lint became widely known.

No matter how he explained it, he had successfully withstood Professor Picqueri's sneak attack and defeated him in a head-on battle. This alone was enough to attract attention.

No matter how old Professor Picquery is, his background is incomparable to that of ordinary wizards.

But how could such a person be at the bottom of the points list in a round of competition? This is simply unbelievable!

However, when some contestants made public the tasks assigned by the system during a round of competition, everyone noticed a detail: if a contestant killed the fire dragon single-handedly, and then did not join up with his teammates, but chose to travel around, wouldn't that be exactly zero points?

In other words, the contestants who scored zero points but passed the assessment are all ruthless people who completed the main task independently without relying on the power of the natives and teammates!

After realizing this, the names of the players at the bottom of the leaderboard who had zero points but completed the main quest suddenly became prominent.

Rice was not a high-profile person. When someone asked him how he killed the fire dragon, he always said that he just killed a young fire dragon by chance. Most of the other zero-score contestants also said the same thing, except for the monk from India who said that he had indeed killed an adult fire dragon alone.

"I first applied essential oils all over my body, which made my skin impervious to water and fire. Then I drank Soma wine brewed using traditional methods in my hometown, which gave me immense strength. Afterwards, I took out a few musical instruments, which automatically accompanied me. To the music, I performed Shiva's Tanvada dance of destruction and gained endless divine power. Shiva's blessing helped me slay the evil dragon." said the Indian monk Arjun, while taking out essential oils and Soma wine to show the wizards present.

Everyone was shocked that there was such a magical potion in the world!

Someone asked Arjun if he would sell essential oil and soma wine. Arjun said how could he sell such things? But if you are willing to sincerely offer him, he can write a letter to the priest of the temple in his hometown and ask him if he can give him some essential oil and soma wine.

Having said that, most of the young wizards have come to their senses and no longer think about this matter.

"Did that man really kill the dragon in this way?" Helga was very curious, so she asked Rowena quietly.

Rowena took out the crystal ball, retrieved the data of contestant Arjun, took a look at his competition process, and then Rowena was speechless.

"The place he teleported to was very close to a big city. He sold essential oils and soma wine there for a month, as well as some other miscellaneous gadgets. Then he used the money to buy a dragon egg, which actually allowed him to hatch a fire dragon from the dragon egg. This is how he got his dragon heart."

After hearing this man's story, Helga was speechless.

He really found a loophole in the competition! Indeed, when Rowena first formulated the rules, she did consider that some players might take advantage of the situation and buy a dragon heart, so she specifically stipulated that they must participate in the crusade against the fire dragon, but she did not stipulate the age of the fire dragon!

Because normally, young dragons would be closely watched by adult dragons. If Rowena could kill a young dragon under such circumstances, she would be qualified to pass the test.

But who would have thought that someone could come up with such a cool trick as hatching eggs.

"Forget it. This guy has no teammates. He will definitely be eliminated in the second round. It's not a big problem."

Helga blinked: It seems that Salazar has no teammates either. Could he be eliminated accidentally?

"It's not a big problem. You have to have some confidence in Salazar." Rowena was not panicked at all and had full confidence in her old friend.

"Okay." Seeing that Rowena looked confident, Helga stopped asking questions and started chatting with her about other things.

In the faculty seat, other professors also had their own thoughts.

Professor McGonagall had wanted to ask Dumbledore about the details of the conflict between Les Lint and Professor Picquery that morning, but she discovered that Dumbledore's entire mental state had changed after not seeing him for a night.

Well, she couldn't tell what specific changes had taken place. If she had to say something, it was that Dumbledore seemed to have a sense of "relaxation", as if a huge burden had been lifted from him.

This is very strange.

Professor McGonagall knew what Dumbledore was carrying. The mysterious man was like a sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the teachers and students of Hogwarts, making the centenarian bear too much.

But now he looked as if the mysterious man didn't exist, which made Professor McGonagall puzzled - maybe it was her own illusion.

Dumbledore noticed Professor McGonagall's gaze, and with a wave of his wand, a plate of Turkish-style dessert flew into his hands.

"Minerva, would you like some dessert? This dessert is called 'Angel's Hair', a specialty snack in Turkey—"

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall quickly shook off her previous emotions and snatched the calorie bomb made of huge amounts of oil and sugar from Dumbledore with extremely swift movements.

"No way! Don't even think about having sweets of this level!"

"Minerva, I am the headmaster!" Dumbledore's expression became serious for once.

boom!

Professor McGonagall slammed the table.

Breakfast ended in such a happy and peaceful atmosphere.

After breakfast, Rice met with the Parseltongue student from Ilvermorny in the presence of Dumbledore and Seraphina.

When Jack learned that Rice wanted to compete with him for the recognition of the Slytherin Wand, he did not give in as Rice had expected, but readily accepted Rice's bet.

This puzzled Rice: Who gave you the courage to fight me? You can't even stand up in front of me!

If he hadn't been concerned that this was Hogwarts and he couldn't do whatever he wanted like in the alchemy world, the man in front of him wouldn't even be qualified to talk to him. The liquid in his body would boil just by being close to him.

Then how dare he compete with me for the ownership of the Slytherin Wand?

With such doubts in mind, Les returned the Slytherin wand to him for the time being - he was really a little curious and wanted to know how the student in front of him would deal with it.

Not only was Rice confused, but other Ilvermorny students who had witnessed Rice's power were also puzzled.

Jack was not panicking at all, because he had obtained a very powerful item during the competition, and he was just caught off guard by Les Lint in the auditorium just now. In the real confrontation, he was confident that he would win in the end.

Yes, he thought that if he used that method, even Professor Picquery would not be his opponent.

"You're going to fight that Les? Is that true? Can you win?" Jack's classmate couldn't help but ask.

"We can win!" Jack declared confidently.

Soon, Jack and his friends arrived at the duel venue designated by Professor Picquery and Professor Dumbledore for them - an unused classroom at Hogwarts.

The so-called "fight for control of the wand" is actually a duel to determine the winner, but it is a little more gentle and does not necessarily require the cost of life.

Not long after arriving at the duel arena, Rice also arrived, along with some Hogwarts students and professors.

Under the gaze of Dumbledore and Seraphina, Les and Jack stepped onto the dueling stage they had set up.

After going on stage, Jack did not rush into the duel process, but started talking to Les.

"Les Lint, I admit that your performance in the auditorium was a little beyond my expectations, but it just caught me off guard. Now, I will let you see the opportunity I got in the competition venue-"

Les raised an eyebrow, his curiosity fully aroused.

Jack pulled out a small crystal bottle filled with red potion from his bosom. He pulled out the stopper and drank the potion in one gulp.

"The wizard's body or the human body is too weak. Today I will let you see what a truly strong body is, the body of a real dragon! Magic and everything else are all illusions in front of it!" As he spoke, Jack's momentum began to rise steadily, and dense scales grew on his body surface.

A few seconds later, he turned into a "dragon man" who was much taller than a normal man, and his hands turned into something similar to dragon claws.

"Whoosh——" A ball of fire spurted out of his mouth. He casually threw the Slytherin staff in his hand to the ground, raised his head and let out a deafening dragon roar.

Rice's expression changed in an instant.

"Pick up your wand, you bastard, you're so brave! I told you to pick up your wand!"

In response to Les, there was an even louder dragon roar.

----

Here is the update, good night everyone!

I updated 5,000 words today, which is considered a big update~