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Chapter 534 There is something dirty on the field
"Really, they are so brave. Are they used to riding bears?"

Andrew complained in a low voice, then pointed his wand unceremoniously and drew an eight in the air.

Honestly speaking, if this competition itself wasn't promoting adventure, and this action met the competition requirements, he would have wanted to deduct the score to five points - just that reckless operation shouldn't have even been given a passing grade!
"No wonder their alchemy skills have always been average... But in terms of the content of the game, their teamwork and courage are both excellent."

Mr. Flamel shook his head, and beautiful golden threads spurted out of his wand, condensing into an eight in the air.

The scores of the others were similar, with the highest being nine points from Karkaroff and Dumbledore, and the lowest being six points from Vladislav - the headmaster obviously hated the unreliability of his own warriors.

"Eight referees, 64 points, how did you calculate 300 points? Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it, let's focus on the next game. There are only two ways of assigning points, and I can't be too partial..."

Andrew no longer cared about the scoring issue and began to look forward to the next game.

The second match should be played by the students of Beauxbatons - I don't know what moves they can come up with.

"It's our turn."

Mr. LeMay said unabashedly, with a very childish smile on his face, "What do you think, Taylor?"

"I haven't seen any students from Beauxbatons take action. If I must say, Hogwarts found a good professor last year, but she really..."

Andrew tried to choose his words, "She really means it."

"Who asked you to take action? I mean the girl."

Mr. Flamel showed disappointment on his face. "You are a fourth-year student, right? Is the conservative trend now? It shouldn't be like this. I remember that the use of aphrodisiacs is still allowed on campus."

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"I haven't observed it carefully, Mr. Flamel," Andrew tried to keep up with the rhythm, "I have been busy studying alchemy these days."

"Then you have to take a good look. I've seen quite a few very good girls," Mr. Flamel nodded. "Don't worry about age. It doesn't matter if you're a few years older. When you get to my age, you'll know that age is not a problem at all when you've had hundreds of years of companionship."

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Andrew simply couldn't handle a love affair that spanned more than 600 years - he couldn't even get that much in his two lifetimes.

"By the way, where's Madame Perenelle?"

Andrew had to change the subject and force a change.

"she?"

Mr. Flamel shook his head. "She is thinking about how to restore her appearance. Because I haven't solved this problem, she is unwilling to come out and is still doing experiments in the laboratory..."

This is understandable...

But Mr. Flamel obviously had no intention of letting Andrew go. "Let's not talk about our experiment. What do you think? Do you have any feelings for me? Maybe I can be your wedding witness this year?"

???

What does this have to do with anything?
"I've only just turned fourteen. Even in the wizarding world, the coming-of-age ceremony is held at seventeen, Mr. Flamel."

"Ah, so that's it," Mr. Flamel showed a disappointed look on his face, and Andrew noticed that several referees around him pricked up their ears to eavesdrop...

'Damn it, where are the warriors of Beauxbatons? ' But Mr. Flamel's offensive was not over yet, "Then go along with her first, don't refuse. The probability of finding a good girl in school is the highest. If you don't support each other, how can you spend the long years? Look at Albus, he is only over a hundred years old, older than me..."

Andrew noticed with his own eyes that the smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared in an instant.

As for the other principals, they turned their heads back, and their previous expressions of watching the fun disappeared without a trace.

"So just give it a try. Being young means you have the highest cost of trial and error. You can't go harming little girls when you're over a hundred years old," Mr. Flamel encouraged Andrew. "Don't forget, there's a Christmas dance. Go and try to invite a dance partner first. After the warriors, it'll be our turn. You have to have a dance partner. This is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament."

"I try my best, sir."

Andrew couldn't hold it in any longer and could only nod quickly.

"That's the way it should be. Young people shouldn't be embarrassed."

Mr. Flamel nodded, "Well, our warriors are here."

Andrew found that he was not the only one who was relieved - although there was some regret on Madame Maxime's face, but he was not good at reading emotions, so he could only turn his attention to the venue again.

To be honest, considering Professor Nina's level, he didn't think she could represent Beauxbatons' high-end combat power - historically, the three families had won almost the same number of Triwizard Tournaments, so it didn't make sense for the other side's warriors to be so weak.

"As for teamwork, it's quite different. It seems that Beauxbatons doesn't have much team training. Wait, what is that?"

Andrew's eyes widened, and Mr. Flamel smiled.

Fleur from Beauxbatons did not cast a spell quickly, but instead chanted in a low voice - damn, is there ritual magic circulating in Beauxbatons?

"But Hogwarts has them too. There are quite a few spells... I'm just not strong enough. There are also Transfigurations... The most typical one is Animagus... That's not strange, it's normal."

During the long chanting of the spell, the two dragons apparently noticed something was wrong - the male in the field began to flap its wings violently and pounced towards the students of Beauxbatons.

The other three warriors began to release barrier spells to stop it. The effect was not very obvious, but it still delayed the time. However, to Andrew's surprise, Furong's first target was the female in the distance.

The spell hit, and the violet spell directly enveloped the giant creature. Then, it began to sway, and after swinging back and forth a few times, it collapsed directly to the ground, and even exhaled from time to time...

"The Barrier and Shield Charms alone won't stop the dragon. They don't have any magic armor ready..."

Andrew became interested and focused his attention on the warriors.

Almost instantly, the air became attractive.

Fleur's hair began to flutter - and Andrew began to work rapidly on Occlumency.

Damn, there's dirt on the field!
But since he's already been infected, there's nothing he can do but watch it with an appreciative attitude, hoping that this time the aftereffects will be smaller and won't affect his learning progress.

The charming Furong immediately became the focus of the entire venue. Then, while the dragon was staring at her stupidly, she moved to the dragon's nest with nimble, dancing steps and easily took the golden egg from the dragon's nest.

With almost no effort, the warriors of Beauxbatons ended the game.

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(End of this chapter)