Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 142 The game begins

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 142 The game begins

After putting away her luggage, Harry briefly checked whether there was surveillance magic in the room.

After confirming that there was no response to the ritual, Harley took out the magic mirror she carried with her.

"The favored one who is the source of disaster and misfortune..." Harley recited her destiny in a low voice and used the magic mirror for divination.

Orthodox magic mirror divination involves praying to high-ranking beings for divination through rituals.

Generally speaking, those who can respond to magic mirror divination worldwide are at least strong men at the angel level on earth.

However, if the Saint of Sequence Three happens to be within the acceptable range of the magic mirror divination, he can also deliberately respond to the divination.

Of course, magic mirror divination can also choose to divination into the spirit world itself, but the effect is not as good as other divination.

Now Harley's strength has recovered a lot, so she can barely use the magic mirror to divine and respond on her own.

Ten minutes later, through the automatic response of the mythical creature form, Harley forcibly recalled the contents of the few Russell notes she had read.

"There are only a few words that are the same. Judging from the format, many words seem to come from the same source." After finishing the divination, Halli lay on the bed and thought.

"When I return to the UK, I will buy a Japanese dictionary and compare it with the translation. But in this case, the origin of Emperor Russell will be in question.

White Maple Palace is in French style, but it uses Japanese characters.

No, it’s not necessarily Japan. Just like the United States also uses English, this word may have another origin..."

Harry felt a little headache, so he stopped thinking and started to tidy up the room.

…

In the next week, Harley once again lived a repetitive and fulfilling life——

Go to Professor Slughorn's residence every morning to practice brewing potions, and receive guidance from the two Potions Professors before and after Hogwarts.

Time flies and the day before the competition comes, a total of eight of the eleven magic schools registered with the International Federation of Wizards around the world have sent students.

"This is normal," Professor Slughorn said as he was used to it.

"If there are no outstanding students, then why come to participate? To embarrass the school?

In fact, in the past few years, Hogwarts has not sent any students. After all, the level is not good enough, and it will only be a round trip, which will only add to the laughter."

Harley listened silently and quickly packed the cauldron in her hands.

"Kid, you will represent Hogwarts in the competition tomorrow. Your level is not much weaker than when I was seventeen years old.

Although this is also because I lacked the guidance of famous teachers at that time, and now you have the words and deeds of two potion masters, it is enough to prove your talent."

Professor Slughorn lay in the recliner and continued to talk leisurely,

"Don't be nervous. Just follow what you have learned step by step. It is very easy to win the championship."

Professor Snape on the side did not speak, leaving all the pre-match motivation to Professor Slughorn.

After all, Professor Slughorn is very talented in this area.

"I understand, Professor. I won't let you down."

…

When she woke up the next day, Halle felt great.

The breakfast provided by the tavern was very rich, and Harry had a huge appetite and ate more than usual.

However, it seems that other players are not very appetizing, and the bar is full of nervousness.

Furong came to Harry earlier: "How are you preparing? I haven't seen you these days."

"I have been preparing the last preparation before the game at Professor Sraton Horne," Harry swallowed the bread in his mouth,

"As for preparation, it is not too much to prepare."

Furong dragged his chin, and his face suddenly smiled: "Don't be too humble, my dad said you are the most hopeful to compete with me."

"Really? Mr. Dracul looked at me so high?" Harry smiled.

In the lobby, the players were eating and glanced at their opponents with their eyes.

But they looked at the smiles of Harry and Furong, and stayed there at the same time.

Even when some female players saw Harry, they slowly slowed down the movements in their hands, and the heart speeded up.

A cup in the hands of a young witch from the Japanese Magic Institute fell directly on the table, and the hot tea directly burned to his calf.

"Do you think we can compete with us?" Furong glanced at the players in the hall with disdain, with pride and contempt in the eyes,

"They can't even carry my most basic charm. There is no willpower this point, and it is only equipped with cannon fodder."

The extraordinary charm released by the two was suppressed by themselves at the same time, and the contestants also returned to God.

Most of the players' faces were exposed to fear and shame, but there were some players who looked at the two straight, and did not hide their longing and admiration.

However, Harry and Furong did not ignore them and quickly resolved breakfast.

After drinking the last milk in the clean cup, Harry gently wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then stood up:

"Let's go, go to the game venue. I want the professor to wait."

"Indeed, staying here is too boring." Furong also stood up elegantly, throwing the waterfall -like silver long hair, and walked out of the tavern with Harry.

The first round of the Magic School Potion Championship was at 10 am in the morning, the location is on the square of this wizard village.

The square has been decorated, and fifteen tables are far away from each other, so as not to influence each other.

At the end of the square, there is a large platform that exhibits magic with a lot of chairs on it. It seems that the referees seem to watch the game there.

Furong returned to Ms. Maxim's side, and Harry stood with two potion professors.

"Professor, do you know who has the referee?" Harry asked softly.

Professor Slagkhne stroked his obese chin, and his face showed a memories:

"If I remember correctly, the president of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association will be the referee of the competition, and those potion masters who are qualified to live in this wizard village will also choose some people as referees.

As for how much you choose, it depends on how many schools participating in the competition.

The International Wizard Federation will also send a person, but his task is to assist in supervision and deal with various disciplinary behaviors.

As for the specific score, he will not interfere. "

Harry nodded, no longer reviewing, and began to close her eyes.

Time came to ten o'clock, all players were already in place.

After the president of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association, Hickto simply published the opening speech, and announced the content of the first round of competitions: to make a living hell soup in two hours.

According to the rules, the referee will choose the ten players with the best results among the fifteen players, and enter the second round of competition.

The players appeared on the empty table in front of the players.

However, there are more potion materials and auxiliary tools than to make a living hell soup. Players must choose the correct material from it.

There are three copies of all materials, but in fact, the players have only two opportunities, because one of the materials do not meet the standards.

This requires the players to notice the quality of their choice in the process of cooking.

So the first round of match seems simple, but in fact it still tests the students more comprehensively.

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(This chapter is finished)