Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 825 Mystery Operation

   "Is Hughes found?"

   "No, he is missing, and the tracking magic that was left on him has also failed."

   "Keep looking, that **** must pay for it."

   "Now is not the time to trouble Yihuus."

   "Damn it, you shouldn't have hired an outsider to handle this matter in the first place."

   "Don't you also agree?"

  The conference room was already full of noise, and the "big shots" sitting here didn't expect that they would be tricked by a "little guy".

   At this moment, the door of the meeting room was suddenly knocked open, and a panting wizard ran in, shouting loudly: "Golden Award, the Golden Award has appeared!"

"who is it?"

   "Who won the gold medal.

   Several people in the meeting room stood up, looking anxiously at the out of breath wizard, wishing to give the half-spoken guy a Cruciatus Curse.

   "It's No. 17." The wizard said with a sad face, "The youngest No. 17 won the championship and the gold medal."

  Suddenly, the "big shots" in the conference room seemed to have lost their bones and slumped on chairs.

  How can an underage wizard win a gold medal.

This is impossible!

  In any case, they are unwilling to believe it.

   "The number 17 is a Muggle wizard, how could he win the gold medal, we should file a formal complaint with the International Federation of Wizards." Someone shouted angrily. His proposal was immediately echoed by others.

   "The wizards who won the bet will come to exchange their bonuses soon." The wizard who came to inform reminded in a low voice.

  The person in charge of the gambling game looked at the people in front of him, took a deep breath and said to the wizard next to him: "Let those wizards who won the lottery redeem in batches."

  Of course, gold coins must be given. Once you lose your credit, you are really finished. Don’t even think about opening a game in the future.

  If it was just a private gambling game, you would run away if you run away, but this is a gambling game set up in the honor of "Bullfighting Daily" and the Ministry of Magic. Once the money is not paid, the Ministry of Magic will trouble them immediately.

   "How much money did you lose in total?" The person in charge of the gambling game looked at the wizard beside him who hesitated to speak.

   "A total loss of 67,000." The young wizard whispered.

"How many?"

   "Sir, the total loss is 67,000." The young wizard repeated.

  Hearing this data, the conference room suddenly fell into dead silence.

   "Why are there so many?" Someone finally couldn't help asking.

   "Because of today's headlines, many people think that No. 17 will win the championship."

   "We can't afford the money." Someone said excitedly, "This is 67,000, not 67, not 670, but 67,000. How can we get so much money to fill this hole."

   "Do you want to renege on your debt?" The head of the game squinted his eyes and looked at the others present.

   “We should think of other ways.”

   "The group of people outside won't give you time to think, if you lose, you lose."

  …

   At the same time, there were waves of cheers in the Barnabus Bar, and the beneficiaries raised their glasses and wished loudly to the youngest gold medalist in history, Barnabus Finkley, for his excellent spellcasting technique.

  In the living room on the second floor, everyone is holding an award ceremony for the youngest winner.

"congratulations!"

  Yanila looked at Albert with a complicated expression, she didn't expect that the man in front of her really won the gold medal.

   Under the eyes of everyone, Yanila smiled and handed the championship trophy to Albert, and then helped him put on the medal symbolizing the gold medal.

   "Thank you." Albert smiled and thanked Yanila.

   To be honest, he is still a little confused now, how did he win the gold medal?

  After testing the Felicity Elixir, he chatted with the referees alone for a while, and then showed the Patronus Charm, and was inexplicably told that he had won the gold medal.

   "Here's your bonus."

  Yanila handed a bag of bonuses to Albert, then picked up "Barnabs Funkley's Curse Technique" from the tray and handed it to him again, and finally her own signed record.

  When Albert handed over what was in his hand to Bud and held up the championship trophy, countless cameras lit up, causing Albert to squint his eyes.

   Next, he was surrounded by countless reporters.

   "One person, one question." Albert told reporters

   "Mr. Anderson, do you have anything to say after winning the championship?" A reporter asked.

   "Mr. Bard, I have won the championship." Albert smiled and handed the championship trophy to Bard, and took the brick book from him.

   "Who is that Mr. Bard to you?"

   "Next." Albert ignored him and pointed to another reporter, "It's you."

   "It is rumored that you are going to marry Miss Yanila, is it true?"

   "Fake, I already have a girlfriend." Albert picked a reporter again, and he ignored anyone who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

  A dozen reporters were dismissed by Albert in this way.

   "Mr. Anderson, you have spoken at least six languages ​​since just now. I am curious how many languages ​​you have mastered?"

   "About a dozen or so. I haven't counted them carefully. I can speak most of the languages ​​in Europe." Albert raised his hand and interrupted, "Okay, that's it."

  He pushed through the crowd and returned to his room.

   "How does it feel to win the award?" Bard asked with a smile. Albert's sentence "Mr. Bard, I won the championship." made him very happy.

   "Not good." Albert asked casually, "When shall we go back?"

   "I thought you would want to stay here for a few days."

"forget it!"

   "Don't go down to meet your supporters, I think they probably want to meet you, the youngest gold medalist!"

   "It's just a false name." Albert threw the things on the bed at will, and asked in a low voice after Bud closed the door: "When will the money be available over there?"

   "It will take a few more days. But don't worry, you probably have to stay for a few days." Bud signaled Albert not to worry.

   "What's the matter?" Albert asked with a frown

   "Wizards who win gold medals need to leave behind their spellcasting techniques." Bard explained.

   "I want to go back tomorrow, it's not safe here anymore," Albert said.

Bud reacted quickly, nodded and said, "You are indeed not welcomed by some people now. It is right to return to England as soon as possible. I am afraid that the problem here will have to wait for a few days. At that time, I will directly help you with the money." In the Gringotts vault."

   "Then please, we will return to England tomorrow." Albert really didn't want to stay here any longer. Moreover, he felt that Diana and Yanila looked at him very strangely.

   If possible, Albert actually wants to return to China now.

  However, he must attend the banquet tonight. After all, it can be regarded as a banquet specially prepared for them, and it would be rude to refuse.

  There are various well-prepared and sumptuous dishes on the table, but the atmosphere is a bit strange.

   "Honestly, I'm curious how on earth did Mr. Anderson get the gold medal?"

   Halfway through the banquet, Ms. Camerin finally couldn't help asking the answer that everyone else wanted to know.

   How did I lose.

"Mr. Anderson on the 17th has gone further than you in spell-casting techniques." Ms. Monica explained with a smile: "He actually created a set of very clever spell-casting techniques, and he also has profound knowledge in spell-casting techniques." Moreover, you should have also discovered that Mr. Anderson has high attainments in both silent spells and wandless magic, and he is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses."

  Everyone was silent. They could actually see that Albert's silent spell and wandless magic were very good.

   "Mr. Anderson's use of the Patronus is also amazing." Mr. Yaver added with a smile, "I have never seen anyone's Patronus use it like that."

  The other three looked at each other in blank dismay. Perhaps they were still puzzled, but seeing the admiration of the referees, they realized that there was a big gap between themselves and Anderson, which made the three of them a little depressed.

  After all, no one likes to lose a game for no reason.

  "Under normal circumstances, the second round of competition basically means that the champion is selected. If you have followed the previous competitions, it is not difficult to see this."

One of the old referees smiled and explained to everyone: "The third round of gatherings and individual interviews are more to determine whether he is qualified to win the championship and gold medals. By the way, we also want to see how everyone casts spells? Of course, these Don't speak out."

   Albert was a little speechless, but he didn't expect the referee to say it himself.

  However, he can actually understand it. If he doesn't say it, the other eliminated players will probably be very unconvinced.

   "Mr. Anderson, I'm afraid you will have to stay here for a few days. We want to talk to you about your spellcasting technique and record it."

   "We can connect via owl, or something."

  Albert, who had been eating in silence, looked up and said, "I guess I don't like some people now, and I want to go back to England as soon as possible to share this joy with my family and friends."

  The five referees looked at each other and finally agreed.

   Those who started the gambling game probably hated Albert, and the previous Felicia incident was their trick.

   Everyone chatted until eleven o'clock before they dispersed. Albert also got the contact information of other people. The wizard who was suspected of being an Auror was named Dempsey and worked for the Anti-Dark Magic League.

   Albert chatted with him for a long time about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and finally Dempsey wanted to introduce Albert to the Anti-Dark Arts League.

  …

  It was late at night, and Yanila, who was wearing an off-white nightdress, came out of the bathroom and found her mother, Diana, sitting on a chair in the room.

   "Mom, what's the matter?"

   Diana looked at her daughter, sighed softly and reminded, "He will go back tomorrow."

  Yanila paused as she rubbed her hair, with an unconcealable tangle on her face.

   "Your chance is running out, don't miss it."

  Diana put a bottle of bright red potion and a key on the table, "You don't hate him, do you?"

   "He doesn't like me." Yanila laughed at herself, "He already has a girlfriend."

"You are wrong, there is no man who doesn't like beautiful women, unless his sexual orientation is problematic." Diana walked to Yanila's side, gently hugged her daughter and said, "Besides, you are beautiful enough and good enough As for his character, don't worry, I asked Bud, and Anderson has a good character. So, you have to seize the opportunity, if you miss it, I'm afraid you won't find another one in the future."

   "I actually hesitated like you once, but I finally chose your father. Although we don't meet many times a year, he still loves me very much, even if I am not his wife."

  Yanila looked at the back of her mother and fell into a tangle. She dried her hair and stood in front of the full-length mirror to look at herself.

  Yanila actually hates doing that, and her self-esteem doesn't allow herself to do that, but Diana is right, she really doesn't hate Albert, and if she misses it, she probably won't in the future.

  Finally, Yanila gritted her teeth and left her room with the potion and the key.

  When he came outside Albert's room, the door next door opened suddenly, and Bud stood by the door, calmly looking at the startled Yanila.

"your decision?"

   "Well, my decision, do you think this is inappropriate?" Yanila looked at her grandfather, although the number of times the two sides met was pitifully rare.

   "I respect your choice." Bud looked deeply at Yanila and said meaningfully, "But your choice does not represent his choice."

  The girl looked at the re-closed door, took a deep breath, picked up the key and inserted it into the lock. When she twisted the key and was about to push the door in, she found that the door was still motionless.

   "What's going on here?" Yanila looked at the doorknob suspiciously, and then at the door in front of her. She took out her wand and tried to open the door with a door-opening spell, but the door still wouldn't budge.

  "Anti-Alahuo hole opening curse?" Yanila looked at the door in front of her suspiciously, and finally she directly chose to open a round hole in the door.

  When the girl stepped in, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the room: "What's the matter? Miss Yanila."

   "You haven't slept yet?" Yanila's face turned red quickly, and she sneaked into the man's room in the middle of the night, and was caught by the other party, which was really embarrassing.

   "I'm actually waiting for you." Albert flicked his wand and lit up the lights in the room.

   "Do you know what I'm here for?" Yanila hid her hand holding the potion behind her back.

   "Mr. Bard told me about his black history." Albert said with a smile, "So, I guess you might come tonight.

   "My teeth are normal, and I don't have the habit of biting, so you don't have to worry about me suddenly biting your neck." Yanila mustered up her courage and walked towards Albert, ready to push him down in one breath.

   "No, I think you misunderstood, I actually didn't intend to have anything to do with you." Albert looked at the blonde girl who was walking in, and quickly suppressed the waves in his heart.

   "You don't really need to be like this."

   "Do you know how determined I was to come here?" Yanila's face turned pale, and she looked very angry.

"I can tell."

   "I'm not pretty enough." Yanila questioned.

   "No, you are beautiful."

   "Then why, I don't even expect anything, just treat me as your lover." Yanila almost finished these words through gritted teeth.

"I admit that you are very beautiful and very attractive to me, but I will not do that." Albert's tone was calm: "I will not make a mess of my future life because of a mistake. Okay, good night Ya Miss Nila, I wish you a sweet dream."

   After speaking, Albert took out his wand, and put down Yanila who was still about to say something.

   "Oh, what a pity."

   Albert used his wand to move the other party to his bed, looked at the delicate and lovely face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

   Pretty girl, who doesn't like it?

   Moreover, it was delivered to the door on its own initiative.

   It's just that Albert doesn't think this kind of thing is worthwhile, and Isobel is not an idiot. If something really happens with the other party, Albert doesn't think this kind of thing can be hidden from Isobel.

  Why bother messing up the good life in the future.

   If you really need a woman, you can go back to find Isobel tomorrow, his girlfriend is also very beautiful.

"solved?"

"Um."

   Isobel's bitter voice came from the double-sided mirror: "Speaking of which, you are getting better and better now, and even beautiful girls have taken the initiative to throw themselves into your arms."

   "Yes, she is indeed a very beautiful girl. I think she is a bit pitiful." Albert sighed softly, "However, you should come out with me, so I won't encounter these troubles."

   "You're right." Isobel regretted that he didn't accompany Albert to Spain.

   Man.

  He can refuse you once, twice, three times, or even more, but don't expect him to refuse countless times for you. People can never remain rational all the time.

   Although Isobel is unwilling to admit it, this is the reality, especially a good man, it is always easy to attract other beautiful girls.

   "When will you come back tomorrow, I will pick you up." Isobel said.

   "Probably... morning!" Albert glanced at the **** the bed, and said to Isobel, "I miss you a little bit."

"me too."

   I recently started to restore 4k, but I always feel that I have not saved the manuscript, and it is still far away to get full attendance.

  (end of this chapter)