Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 977 I kill myself

  Compared to the night before, there are not many contestants left in the player rest area tonight, and the original four areas have been cancelled, replaced by a blank top 64 knockout match map.

  The contestants were gathered near the top 64 knockout match map by the organizer's staff, and the organizer's staff told everyone about the rules of the next game.

  However, world-class international competitions usually have language barriers. Most members come from all over the world, but it is impossible to provide translators for every contestant. The organizers only provide translations in two other commonly used languages.

   If you can’t understand all three languages, then there’s really nothing you can do.

  The wizard in charge of the speech obviously knew that everyone's patience was limited, so he finished the main points in just a quarter of an hour. When everyone was impatient, he asked everyone to line up and draw numbers as usual.

   In order to make the competition relatively fair, the organizers have to draw their own numbers. The number drawn is the number, and the player drawn is the player. The organizers cannot be blamed for cheating or other problems.

   At most, the organizer will provide personnel to help the contestants paste the drawn numbers on the top 64 knockout match map.

  With the help of Auror, all the contestants consciously lined up to draw numbers.

  Other contestants who didn’t understand also looked confused, but seeing everyone queuing up, they lined up to draw numbers with everyone. This is not a difficult thing to understand, just follow everyone if you don’t understand.

   Soon it will be Albert's turn, and his number is 21. Just when Albert walked aside and was about to hand the number plate to the witch who was in charge of filling in everyone's names, suddenly a wizard in the line took out his wand from his robe pocket, and pointed at the place where everyone was talking to the witch. Albert seemed to be planning to do something.

   "What are you doing, put your wand away."

  An Auror responsible for maintaining order noticed the abnormal behavior of a certain player, and immediately raised his vigilance. He drew out his wand and stopped at the same time. He was ready to stop the opponent's possible transgressions at any time.

  However, the wizard didn't seem to hear Auror's words, but while pulling out his wand, he shot a dazzling green light directly at Albert.

   This sudden change stunned everyone around.

  No one expected that someone would dare to try to assassinate others here.

   Jesus, is his head caught in the door?

  The Aurors reacted very quickly. Almost when the wizard used the Avada Kedavra curse on the youth over there, they simultaneously raised their wands and cast a stun spell on the wizard, completely subduing him.

  After the forest green light dissipated, everyone recovered from the shock and stayed away from the wizard, for fear of being regarded as his accomplice, or being involved in a battle and suffering an unwarranted disaster.

   Having said that, what did that unlucky guy do to provoke such an outrageous assassination, and everyone was glad that he wasn't the one who was attacked.

  To their astonishment, the young man...wasn't dead.

  That's right, the wizard who was suddenly attacked didn't die. At the very moment, he seemed to feel his life was threatened, so he jumped to the side suddenly, and escaped by luck. It's really incredible.

   The Avada Kedavra failed, a green flame exploded on the ground, and then disappeared, as if no one had ever used it.

  Albert got up from the ground with lingering fear, raised his wand, and summoned a thick shield in front of him.

   Then, he slowly retreated to the periphery to avoid being attacked again.

  The changes here were so fast that no one noticed the slightly raised corners of his mouth.

  If someone examines the attacker's wand, it will be found that the attacker's wand is actually made of apple wood and unicorn tail hair.

  Using this wand to cast Avada Kedavra to assassinate someone is absolutely hilarious.

  Because the combination of the two means that it is not suitable for black magic, whether it is apple wood or unicorn tail hair, it is not suitable for black magic.

  Of course, if they check carefully, they will find that this wand is not his, and other people's wands are even more difficult to use, and they still say the spell silently, so the power can be imagined.

   Regardless of the awe-inspiring Avada Kedav just now, whether it can kill a wizard may require another question mark.

  If other people had observed carefully just now, they would have discovered that before the assailant took out his wand and used the Killing Curse, Albert had actually thrown himself to the side, avoiding the spell in advance.

  He never thought of trying to catch the Avada Kedavra with his face, let alone put himself in danger, so the Avada Kedavra was naturally used after he dodged it.

  Of course, no one paid attention to this, because the player lounge was already in chaos, and everyone was wary of other people around them, for fear that another idiot would come and hit them, or they would accidentally be affected by the spell.

"Be quiet, be quiet, there is no danger anymore." An Auror shouted loudly, fearing that there would be a riot here. They are all wizards who can enter the top 64. They are far superior to most wizards in duels. If there is a riot, they will all be defeated. mold.

  In order to express his dissatisfaction, the first Auror who approached Albert with a wand was directly hung on the wall by him.

"Put down your wands, don't point them at me." Albert's voice was a bit cold, until the second Auror was neatly hung on the wall by him, those Aurors finally put away their wands and were willing to follow him Good talk.

   It took a while, and everyone's emotions finally stabilized gradually.

  Of course, the more reason is that they were not the ones who were assassinated.

  In order to ensure everyone's safety, all wizards are required to put away their wands, otherwise they will be regarded as trying to conspire against others, and they will be directly exempted from the competition.

  Of course, the sneak attack was not a problem with Albert at all, but a problem with the organizer, because Albert didn't know the person in front of him at all.

   "You really don't know him?"

   "Hell, how could I know him."

Albert stared at the Auror with dissatisfaction, and complained in Spanish: "Are your brains caught by the door? You actually came to ask me, why didn't you wake up that **** and give him some vomit?" True potion, ask him why he wants to kill me again!"

   "Oh, you're right." The Auror was embarrassed. They actually wanted to throw the blame away. If this was an assassination caused by personal grievances, then they really couldn’t blame the organizers for their security issues, but if not, then it was obviously their organizers’ fault.

  Especially if you want to continue the International Wizards Duel Competition, this kind of thing must be handled well. The guy in front of you is still a well-known genius, so don't offend him if you can.

  The question just now was purely a habitual attempt to throw the blame away.

"You are right, this matter is indeed our problem." Auror quickly corrected his attitude, "We will apply for him to use Veritaserum to torture and give you a satisfactory answer. "

  Seeing that the organizers had directly confessed, everyone was surprised. They also looked at the assassin who was tied to the chair.

"Could this guy be controlled by the Imperius Curse? I heard that something happened in the Barnabus Bar today. Someone went to seek revenge from the dark wizard. I remember this guy also lived there, maybe it was that guy. Time was controlled by the Imperius Curse." A contestant who lived in the Barnabus Bar expressed his guess, "After all, he would not be stupid enough to assassinate a wizard here unless he was Use the Imperius Curse to control it."

   This sounds nonsense, but something happened at the Barnabus Bar today, and the murderer has not been found yet.

   Before everyone thought about the reason for the assassination, they found that the wizard tied to the chair had disappeared.

   "What's going on, how can he..."

   "Damn it, it's a portkey, there's no way to Apparate here."

  Seeing the cooked duck fly away, the Aurors all looked very ugly. They realized that they were taken for a fool by others and played a hard role.

   "Let's start the game first. I have notified the Spanish Ministry of Magic and they will send personnel to deal with this matter."

  The organizers naturally don't want the subsequent games to be messed up, otherwise they don't know how much money they will lose, which is more uncomfortable than killing them.

  …

  At this moment, in a remote park outside the suburbs, Lucius Malfoy was staring anxiously at the pocket watch in his hand.

  He is waiting for a message.

  When the pocket watch stopped in the wee hours of the morning, Lucius Malfoy suddenly closed the pocket watch and put it back in his pocket, drew out his wand and pointed at the position where the Portkey appeared.

The next moment, there seemed to be an undetectable distortion in the darkness, and a figure tied to a chair appeared out of nowhere and fell heavily on the ground. The person tied to the chair fell hard, but he never woke up signs.

   After confirming again and again that there were no other people around, Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  People are caught, which means that 80% of them have done it.

  He immediately stepped forward and used the recovery spell to awaken the opponent from a coma.

   "Carter, did you succeed?"

   Malfoy slapped the opponent's cheek vigorously, completely waking up the drowsy guy in front of him.

   "Stop hitting," the man muttered.

   "Did it work?" Malfoy asked.

  The black wizard named Carter was silent for a moment before answering: "I don't know."

   "Don't know?" Malfoy's angry eyes looked like he wanted to kill, "You actually told me, don't you know?"

"I have successfully used the Avada Kedavra Curse on that Mudblood, but I was also stunned by the spell. I didn't see whether the guy was dead or not. You should be very clear, those Aurors are not idiots, they The reaction was very fast, and almost knocked me out after I used the spell." The dark wizard Carter said expressionlessly, as if he was very dissatisfied with Lucius Malfoy's attitude and the way he woke himself up, "I have tried my best Well, the defense inside is very tight, I was lucky not to be directly killed by those Aurors."

   "Damn it." Lucius wanted to kill him, but in the end he didn't do that. He cut off the rope on his body and reminded: "We must leave here immediately."

  Lucius Malfoy didn't dare to stay here any longer, and was about to flee immediately. As for whether the plan was successful, he couldn't care less.

  Because he knew very well that he had no chance. If he didn't run away, he might be blocked by the Spanish Aurors, and then he would really be unable to escape.

  He never underestimated the power of the Ministry of Magic. They really thought it would not be difficult to find this place along the Portkey. Lucius Malfoy, who often dealt with the British Ministry of Magic, knew these things better than most people.

   Not long after Lucius Malfoy led his people to evacuate, an Auror team from the Spanish Ministry of Magic arrived in the park and almost blocked them.

"I think he must be dead, that mudblood, no one can escape the Avada Kedavra Curse at close range, if that guy is not dead like this, it's better to stay away from him." The black wizard Carter stretched out his hand to Mal Fu reached out for money, "Give me what I deserve."

"Go and send a message to other people to temporarily abandon their plan to retreat." Malfoy ignored Carter's actions, and before using the Portkey to leave Spain, he gave Carter an order, "Let everyone retreat to England according to the original route, and don't follow Auror head-on."

   "I need a wand," said the dark wizard, "and when can I get the remaining Galleons."

"Don't you have another wand?" Malfoy reminded, "You go and get rid of the guy controlled by Peter Pettigrew. As for your Garen, if that Mudblood dies, I will give you another wand." Five hundred Galleons for you."

   "Can't give in advance." Carter said.

   Malfoy didn't answer, and left with the Portkey prepared in advance.

  After Malfoy left, Carter suddenly became expressionless, and immediately Apparated in a remote alley, and not far from him, there was a figure standing quietly.

  The black wizard Carter didn't look back, but his body trembled slightly, and he walked out of the alley and disappeared.

   "You really shouldn't be too greedy." The figure looked at the back of the dark wizard Carter and murmured: "The show is about to start, Sirius, don't let me down."

  Just now, Albert has quietly brought down all the dark wizards scattered around who were preparing to cause trouble.

They are not Death Eaters, and some minions recruited by Death Eaters are not weak. Unfortunately, they are not very vigilant. Albert used the Illusion Curse to sneak around and didn't notice. He was directly used to stun them The curse was all put down.

  As for the five Death Eaters gathered together, Albert did not move them, mainly because it was easy to make noise when sneak attacks were not possible.

   That was a gift he left for Sirius as a reward for helping him bet.

   Well, Albert won’t say that it’s because the four of them are troublesome to solve. Although defeating every dark wizard can get 200 experience points, the scores are the same, and the difficult ones are naturally left to the Order of the Phoenix.

  Who made the Order of the Phoenix the opponent of the Death Eaters?

  Albert believed that Sirius definitely wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew. Naturally, he wouldn't be so ignorant and sabotage other people's revenge for so little experience.

   "However, tonight's assassination feels more like a joke." Looking in the direction of the stadium, Albert murmured.

  (end of this chapter)