Hogwarts executioner

Chapter 120 Step 1 to Become Famous

They saw just now that Carl Jones actually cheated. He added the Iron Armor Curse to himself in advance when Betty shouted two, and then was knocked away by William's Disarming Curse after the start.

"I heard this reporter say that he is a genius from Hogwarts. It seems to be true. If the British guys are so good, the mysterious man is still a fool." An old wizard cursed.

"No, it doesn't count." The little wizards were silent for a while, and then a few stood up and shouted.

William asked with a smile, "What excuse are you looking for this time?"

"Carl is too anxious because of Fleur, and his condition is not good." An older wizard said.

"Then you seem to be in good condition, why don't you come."

"I..." The elder wizard was speechless, and ten thousand Fuck squids swam through his heart.

"Go, Bob, you're in the seventh grade, so you're afraid you won't be able to beat him!" The little wizards who didn't understand the difference shouted one after another.

Ten thousand Fake Squids swam through Bob's mind again. Is this just a matter of grade?

There is clearly a giant dragon hidden in the opponent's body. Even if he didn't see it, Karl was knocked away by the disarming spell. Is there a disarming spell that can only take away the light wand? The other party was clearly showing off his majestic magic power and fast spell-casting ability.

"Bob, don't be afraid, come on, we are behind you!" the little French wizard shouted.

You have no use behind me!

Bob, who regretted his talk too much, stepped forward like a strong man, and took out his magic wand under the encouraging eyes of Betty, the photographer, and the melon-eaters.

Then they were shot away. This time the little wizards learned wisely and avoided the suicide bombs.

Bob had to kiss the ground intimately, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.

Where did you agree to be behind me?

You liars!

"Is there anyone else?" William asked with a smile while holding his wand.

"I'll do it." The little wizard stepped forward bravely, and then his wand was knocked away.

"I won, and I'm still where I am." The little wizard said in surprise, and the other wizards quickly pulled this little guy back who was a little nervous.

The fourth one goes up, the fourth one comes down, the fifth one goes up, the fifth one comes down...

The original melon-eating crowd began to look serious. Failure is not scary, but the fear of failure is scary.

Surrounded by their classmates, the ten young wizards who were defeated finally left in tears, but some of the onlookers smiled.

An old wizard shouted to William: "Hey, British brat, you are powerful, but they are even more powerful."

William looked at the back of the little wizard leaving and said with a smile: "Yes, they are indeed amazing. If they were in Hogwarts, they would definitely be assigned to Gryffindor and become my classmates."

"Bah." The old wizard laughed and cursed: "Those stupid lions."

Seeing that Fleur didn't need to come forward, Apolline said to the driver in the car: "Let's go."

Gabriel refused to let go, grabbed Apollin's arm, and shouted, "No, Mom, I haven't spoken to William yet."

Furong comforted: "Gabriel, be good, we will watch William's match later."

"Eh-" With a drawn-out nasal sound, the little Loli expressed that she was very unhappy.

Unlike those who think William is the legitimate son of a pure-blood wizard, the Delacours know very well that in the five generations since William's parents, no wizard has been born.

If you don't recite the mantra well, you can recite it often. There is a mistake in the casting gesture, you can practice more. Spellcasting belief is insufficient and can be trained. But things like magic cannot control its growth in the European wizarding world.

Unlike the East, which uses meditation and breathing to transport spiritual energy and refine mana with each breath, the West does not practice this very dangerous way of practice.

All wizards, like the witches in the ancient Tang Dynasty, could only rely on their bloodline talents to grow slowly. Many of the ingredients for some ancient magic potions that increase magic power have become extinct. As for other ways to improve magic power, the wizarding world has been exploring it for thousands of years. Except for some theoretical knowledge, no practical method has been found yet.

It is not scientific at all that an eleven-year-old wizard, no, it should be close to twelve years old, has magic power comparable to many pure-blood adult wizards.

Francis quietly moved his head to Apolline's ear and whispered: "Do you think William is the illegitimate son of a pure-blood family?"

Apolline glared at her husband angrily and said angrily: "Nonsense, Albus Dumbledore only started to become famous after leaving Hogwarts. When he was in school, he was far behind William now. "

Francis nodded. He had heard his family tell a story about a gay couple who fell in love with each other.

The old wizard Gary Anderson picked up the newspaper, read it for a while, and handed it to McGonagall.

William followed the old wizard to the restaurant. The old wizard had a simple breakfast. But William, who was used to eating and drinking, was not used to it. Last night, he specifically asked the elf to purchase steaks for more than a dozen people, and he ate more than a dozen pieces.

"It's really delicious." The old wizard and the two elves exclaimed.

The International Wizard Chess Tournament is in a valley on private property outside Paris. The valley has a very tacky name - Wisdom Valley. The French wizard community prefers to call it Wizard Chess Town.

It's secluded enough and the venue is big enough. After several expansions over hundreds of years, the French Ministry of Magic has formed a temporary large-scale market here. The annual rental fee alone can make a profit of more than 300,000 galleons.

Huge stone statues stood guard outside the town, forming a large half circle.

Holding the participation certificate, William went through some tests and confirmed that he did not take Felicia Elixir and other magical medicines. After reading the rules of the competition and swearing that he would not violate the rules, he entered the competition venue smoothly.

In order to shorten the time, the preliminary round system adopts a single elimination system, with best of three games until the top forty. Those eliminated in the preliminary round have a chance to resurrect and make a comeback.

Under normal circumstances, in order to ensure the enjoyment of the game, the competition team will try to separate the emerging dark horses from the masters of previous years to avoid encountering them in advance. After all, an early encounter between the two strong players will reduce the exciting duel later.

This is also the reason why Professor McGonagall has been angry for more than ten years. In order to eliminate her in advance, the competition party secretly intervened, and the two strongest players met in advance, so that she missed the top three.

In the assembly hall, nearly one hundred thousand wizard spectators sat on a huge viewing platform divided into five floors.

If the Quidditch game is a martial fight in the wizarding world, wizard chess is a literary fight. Most of the wizards who love Quidditch are male wizards, while the opposite is true for Wizard Chess.

The International Quidditch Competition is hosted by the Ministry of Magic of each country in turn, but the International Wizard Chess Competition is different. It has always been hosted by the International Federation of Wizards and hosted by the French Ministry of Magic.

This tradition has been around for a long time, and not everyone has objections, but the inertia of hundreds of years has been very strong.

The world of ordinary people can build a huge football stadium that can accommodate 150,000 people, but it is very difficult for the wizarding world to build a large, secretive stadium in a place where ordinary people cannot see it.

The shielding magic circle alone requires the consumption of massive amounts of magic materials. The French wizard chess arena is continuously expanding and is not a temporary thing.

A huge screen stands in the player lounge, and each player is waiting for the admission notice. When William entered, many wizards who had arrived early were reading newspapers. After discovering William, some were disdainful, some ridiculed, and some were curious, but few were willing to go up and chat with him.

A short-haired witch with a pockmarked face and a big nose stepped forward. The right side of her face seemed to have been injured by a magic potion. A large trace of it, like a burnt mark, extended from her chin to her forehead. She smiled and said, "My name is Yili. Sarah Huppert, what you said yesterday was wonderful.”

William laughed: "I thought you were going to say, hey, I saw a psycho."