"Trouble?!!! What they did in America was the real trouble. Dumbledore didn't blame them... "Moody's scarred face looked even more ferocious due to his anger. His magic eye stared straight at Sirius as he mocked," You called her 'Josephine'... When did you two become so close? I didn't know Sirius would be so obedient for a woman. "
Sirius blushed, but before he could retort, Lupin pulled him aside and said, "She's his boss, after all. It's normal for her to call him intimately."
"I also heard from Daisy that the Hogwarts academies have organized some activities for parents to attend on the day of the duel. It seems that Harris doesn't want people to watch the duel," the Tonks said. "At least they're doing it for the safety of the students."
Tonks completely understood her husband's thoughts. Remus was about to become a father himself, Harry was about to graduate, and there was Jenny. Her uncle, on the other hand, was still alone. Even if he wasn't enlightened, at least he didn't reject Josephine's company. She didn't want things to be ruined again.
"They may not need our help," Kingsley said in a deep voice. "But Dumbledore's worries are not unfounded. Allen Harris is very strong, so it's easy for him to be overconfident. As long as they can deal with us by themselves, we shouldn't interfere, lest we make a fuss. But no matter what, the magic world can't do without Allen Harris."
"We're just going to watch the duel. Harris can't control us." Moody's expression was still angry. Although he didn't dare to believe it, he didn't deny Kingsley's words.
At this time, a group of young and beautiful witches floated past them, each holding some strange things they had bought. The group of witches attracted the attention of almost all the wizards passing by. Lupin was also pulled by the Tonks.
The peddlers seemed to have found a business opportunity and shouted even louder. The group of girls stopped in front of a peddler who had a tray full of contestants from various countries on it. There was a dark-skinned Egyptian sorcerer in a linen robe, an Arab sorcerer in a gorgeous robe with a white cloth wrapped around his head, an Indian sorcerer in a colorful sari, a Bulgarian sorcerer wearing a belt with a lion printed on it that could roar … The faces of these dolls were very realistic, and some of the sorcerers looked very gloomy. It was obvious that they were not people to be trifled with.
However, not all of the contestants' dolls were sold here. The ones that were sold here were the ones that had a higher chance of winning. Among them, Alan's dolls were the most. Wearing a raven cloak, an ancient magic robe, and holding a magic staff with a Versailles expression, Alan was walking back and forth in the hands of the peddler …
"That's a contestant from France." Kingsley looked at the information and recalled. "France and England are good friends, and they are in the first batch of contestants who can build a floating city. They definitely won't participate in the assassination... But since they are in the mood to shop so much before the competition, it seems that they don't intend to compete for the championship."
"Kakarov has been bragging about his relationship with Harris these days..." Lupin, who was working part-time at the Umbrella, thought of Kakarov. "He has attracted the envy of many wizards. These people who are related to Harris's interests will probably not participate in this matter."
"Hmph, that old dog... Harris likes to take in these black wizards who are used to taking advantage of the situation... Bah!" The crazy man cursed in a rough voice.
"The Greeks here are not only lazy, but they also like to gamble... No matter how low the odds are, there are too many people who bet on Allen to win. The bookmakers can't afford it. No matter how high the odds are set for other wizards, no one will buy." Sirius spread his hands. "So now the bet is on who can stay in front of Allen Harris in the end..."
"How do you know so much?" Tonks rubbed his stomach and exposed Sirius.
"Let's not talk about that! We have to consider the suspects. Some of them are openly cursing. I guess they are venting their anger because they didn't participate in the assassination. " Kingsley stroked his dark chin and speculated, "The few that we already know have been especially active these past few days. Although it's not that they haven't scolded us, they seem to be particularly low-key compared to their usual style of leading the charge … It's because they harbor ill intentions, so they don't want to attract attention."
"The results of the Magic Potion Tournament are out..."
Hibiscus Chinensis Dracul's excited voice came from the broadcast in the camp and some of the outdoor televisions.
"Congratulations to Principal Allen Harris from Hogwarts School of Magic in England for winning this year's Magic Potion Tournament. Principal Harris has announced many potion processing techniques in this tournament, as well as many precious original and improved potion formulas... This selfless act is worthy of commendation. It can improve the potion making ability of the entire magic world and further promote the development of the magic world..."
Then, some information about potions and techniques was broadcasted on the television. This reminded many people of Allen's achievements in potion making. Compared to his identity as a powerful wizard who was like a savior, the principal of Hogwarts, or the star of Quidditch, his achievements in potion making and alchemy were often overlooked, even though in reality, his protective umbrella had become a giant in the magic world in the potion making industry.
Now, this tournament made the wizards recognize Allen's superiority in this aspect. At the same time, it also made people suddenly remember that the greatest light wizard in the past had also won this award and had also discovered twelve ways to use dragon's blood in alchemy. Of course, this also made them feel that Allen, who had created the Philosopher's Stone after Nico Lemour, was better by comparison.
In the interview, Alan began to introduce the potions and demonstration techniques. He sat on the armchair with his white hair, looking like an old potion master. He stretched out a finger and explained the process of making these decisions. Finally, he said, "My ancestors cared more about the potions than the curses, so it was not as easy as me announcing the curses. But after all, no matter what I do, I can't make potions that satisfy the entire magic world. The Umbrella has recently been unable to enter the market of some countries because of some issues, but the local wizards have been needing these potions to save their lives. So after knowing about this tournament, I took this opportunity... and finally, after three weeks of internal struggle, I made a decision that went against the teachings of my ancestors. I announced these techniques to the magic world as a form of compensation to the Umbrella for the accident caused by some radicals in the United States."
Many of the wizards in the camp clapped their hands spontaneously when they saw the heroic attitude of serving the people of Magic Kingdom. It was impossible for them to accept the umbrella of protection and set up a base in their country, but no one would reject the idea of obtaining some advanced or unique knowledge about Potions.
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