Allen turned around and walked into the room on his right. It was the room where Harry was at. There were many potions on Harry's table, as well as some messily cut herbs.
Harry's nose and eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of ice. His hand was trembling as he held a silver knife. When he heard the door open, he stiffly turned around. When he saw Allen, his eyes shone with hope.
"You want to brew a potion to defrost the ice?" Allen quickly understood the rules. "You're lucky to have met me."
Alan rolled up his magic robe and dealt with the potions at the table. He raised his hand and slashed down, his movements so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. The light screen belonging to Harry switched to play Alan's slow-motion.
"This is a textbook operation. Oh, what a genius idea. He didn't pour the Fire Lizard's blood into the potion at once. Instead, he sprinkled it evenly three times. This operation improves the stability of the potion …" As the headmaster of the Demstrand School of Magic, Kakarov's eyes were sharp. He immediately recognized Allen's innovative method.
In the audience, Professor Snape pursed his lips and looked at Allen expressionlessly. However, Slytherin, who was familiar with him, could still see the praise in the professor's eyes.
Professor Snape was indeed praising Allen in his heart. However, it was not because of Allen's outstanding performance. Instead, it was because he realized that Allen's methods deliberately avoided the contents of his diary. It seemed that Allen did not intend to publicize these methods without his permission.
Kakarov, who withdrew his attention from Allen, looked at his school's Warriors, Bruck Hernandez on the screen and curled his lips. "What bad luck. His worst subject is astronomy."
On the screen, Bruck was in a room full of stars. The stars above his head were divided into six areas, and below each area floated a silver date. If he wanted to successfully pass the test, he had to choose a star chart corresponding to the date in one of the six areas. If he made a mistake, he would be hit by the electric current released by the stars.
Bruck, on the other hand, did not have the ability to do so. His neatly combed hair was standing on end, and the muscles on his face were twitching. Blue electric currents were coursing through his body, indicating that he had been severely punished.
In a room with Arabic numerals on the walls, Hibiscus Chinensis paced back and forth anxiously. Her beautiful hair was messed up by her. There were six types of math problems in the room. Hibiscus Chinensis chose the most girly one — cake cutting.
On a white table, there was a large pink cake decorated with four attractive red strawberries.
What made things difficult for Hibiscus Chinensis was to cut the cake. Six small dolls sat around the table, smiling as they looked at the cake that Hibiscus Chinensis had cut into a mess.
When Hibiscus Chinensis realized that she had cut the cake wrongly, the dolls clamored for Hibiscus Chinensis to finish the cake that she had failed to cut. Only when she finished the cake would a new one appear. But soon, she cut the cake into pieces again. She felt more and more irritable.
After the fifth doll appeared, Hibiscus Chinensis skillfully waved her wand. She had repeated this action many times. She cut each strawberry into five equal portions, making a total of 20 slices. Then, she divided them equally among the dolls.
At this time, the sixth doll appeared …
As the number of people increased, Hibiscus became more and more frustrated. Although this was already her last chance to take on the challenge, and even if she couldn't calculate the number, she should be able to pass as long as she finished eating it. However, she had already eaten two pieces of strawberry cake. Although it wasn't as big as usual because it was given to a doll, it still far exceeded the amount of food a lady should have. Furthermore, this was a live broadcast …
The audience outside the venue was also thinking about how to divide the slices. For the wizards, mathematics was a mysterious thing.
Hermione sat in the audience with a notebook on her lap. She held a quill in her hand and slid it on the parchment paper. The cake was 360 degrees x 1/6 = 60 degrees; the strawberries were 4 x 1/6 = 2/3 of the strawberries. So, how to ensure that everyone gets exactly 2/3 of the strawberries … Hermione finally came to a conclusion. Cut the four strawberries into 15 slices each, making a total of 60 slices. Then, she would give everyone 10 slices. Perfect!
On the screen, Hibiscus Chinensis finally finished the calculation. When she waved her knife and fork to divide the cake, the seventh doll appeared …
Hermione, who was sitting in her seat, wailed. She took out her quill again and buried her head in the calculation.
Luna rested her chin on her hands. She had a leaf in her mouth. She grabbed Hermione's hand that was grabbing her messy hair and said, "We don't need to calculate. We just need to squeeze the cake into juice and give everyone a cup."
Penello heard this and looked at Luna's calm face. She pouted impatiently and said, "How troublesome. If it were me, I would smash the extra dolls one by one. Wouldn't it be fine? This question is not like the Potion Challenge where you are not allowed to attack the dolls. "
In the frosty room where Harry and Allen were, Harry looked expectantly at Allen's smooth movements.
Soon, the steaming Thawing Potion was successfully brewed by Allen. He first gave a cup to Harry. Harry trembled and swallowed a big mouthful. His pale face returned to normal. He poured the rest of the potion into the mouth of the wooden carving in front of him and easily took the gem from its hand.
"This is not fair! The Warriors of the Hogwarts are helping each other. I strongly request that this kind of cheating be stopped. " Madam Maksim, who was worried about Hibiscus Chinensis's performance, saw this situation and could not help but stand up and shout angrily.
"The rules only say that we are not allowed to attack each other. It does not say that we are not allowed to help each other." Kakarov's calmness made Madam Maksim look askance. Shouldn't this guy be condemning the Hogwarts with her?
Dumbledore at the side looked at Allen on the screen with a serious expression. His eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses were full of worry.
Kakarov saw Dumbledore's expression and sneered. Not to mention that Allen was now his new master. Even if Allen was only his student, he would have already doted on him and given him whatever he wanted.
At this time, Allen had also entered the room where Hibiscus Chinensis was in. He was surprised to see Hibiscus Chinensis swallowing the last bite of the cake with a pained expression.
Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen. It was obvious that she was in pain.
Allen took out the Thawing Potion that he made in the frosty room and took the initiative to share it with Hibiscus Chinensis. He also explained to her how to use it.
"Fortunately, I don't have to drink it … Allen, Madam Harris won't come to watch this game, right?" Hibiscus Chinensis took the potion and asked worriedly.
"Of course she will come to watch. You have to do your best!" Allen encouraged.
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