Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Jokes
"It's amazing, it's just a show of genius."

Horace Slughorn was wearing a brown striped beige plaid shirt, his hands excitedly wanted to shake hands with Allen, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

This is not surprising, for this old man, being a student is the best honor in his life, even because of this obsession, he taught Voldemort how to make Horcruxes.

So at the beginning, Allen thought about obtaining the Elixir of Felicity through Horace Slughorn.

The witch in the light green robe coughed, "Horace, the review is not over yet."

Horace smiled awkwardly.

Allen took advantage of the situation and said, "Professor Horace Slughorn, I have read about your deeds in "A Piece of Hogwarts School History". You are a real potions teacher. When I have time, can I ask you some questions about potions in person?"

The old man Horace almost jumped up with joy, "Of course."

The potion masters around nodded one after another. Obviously, based on their experience, they can see that Alan is not a person who is proud of his talents, but is very good at being a man.

Only Snape frowned slightly.

The witch checked the potion first, and after confirming that there was no problem, she handed it to the potion masters around for review. She smiled and looked at Allen, "Mr. Stuart, can you answer some potion questions conveniently now?"

"Of course, Ms. Britta Uri."

Allen looked at the silver-white hair in front of him, but the well-maintained witch said respectfully, the other's origin flashed in his mind. This potion master graduated from the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic established by Nicolas. He is famous for making healing potions. He has developed a large number of life-field potions such as bone-growing potions and youth water.

"In your report, you explained the influence of psychic power on bloodlines. Can you demonstrate it in detail?"

Allen thought for a while and began to answer.

In this submitted report, he specifically concealed his information about the differentiation of the three souls of heaven, earth and man and the influence of the earth soul on the bloodline. After all, these two contents are too important to him, and they are even regarded as the core inheritance.

He didn't want such important knowledge to be learned by Voldemort for free.

So I covered it with the big and general concept of psychic power. Anyway, wizards all agree with the term psychic power.

Following Allen's answer, every potion master showed a fresh look, and then they joined the answering questions, and the questions became much broader in an instant.

From the potion refining method, potion material selection, ritual steps, and even the final potion use, they have put forward a lot of valuable insights.

For some problems, even Allen of Potions LV3 could only quietly listen to a few masters discussing with each other.

As the question became more and more in-depth, it reached the issue of a large amount of purification of Fennir's will, Snape coughed, he knew that his apprentice was still anxiously waiting for the result.

Britta smiled and said to the companions around, "Do you have any questions about Mr. Alan Stuart's research on the new wolfbane potion with the help of Master Severus Snape?"

A few people discussed just now, obviously wanting to verify whether Alan really participated in or even led such a shocking potion research.

The questions of these masters are much more targeted than any magic contract, and it is also possible to see Alan's contribution to this research at a glance.

And the result is as unbelievable as Alan just refining medicine.

"No problem, of course no problem."

Horace was the first to throw up his hands and feet in favor.

"Then let's start to verify the effectiveness of the potion, aiming at the second cocktail therapy proposed by Mr. Alan Stuart."

Ms. Britta looked at the staff around her, and soon the werewolf who donated blood was brought up.

The use of live experiments in large-scale wizarding experiments is nothing more than normal.

The Potions Association is like a medical complex in the wizarding world. Its power can be imagined. They can even directly find living wizards from prisons for experiments.

The biggest advantage of in vivo experiments, especially human experiments, is that they can quickly shorten the clinical process.

Of course, this first experiment took several hours.

The skylight in the potion room unknowingly turned into a magic full moon, and the werewolf in front of him was trapped by magic ropes. The werewolf in front of him had a clear mind and answered the questions of the potion masters in an orderly manner.

He knew who the guys in front of him were, and he knew the results of pleasing them and rejecting them, so the process went smoothly.

"Perfect."

Horace said in surprise.

"Damkos's potion has only initially calmed Fennier's will in the blood, and Allen's potion has begun to help individual wills against Fennier's will. This is an extraordinary, leap-forward, peerless genius' progress."

In the end, he found that he had used all his life-long compliments to Allen today, and now he couldn't find any new words. After thinking for a long time, he finally said qualitatively.

"This is the beginning of Mortal Bone's challenge to divinity!"

Even with such a high evaluation, the potion masters around did not say much. They looked at the conscious werewolf, and then turned to look at Allen.

Although this evaluation is a bit too much for this bottle of potion.

But adding Allen's age is different.

They finally understood why Snape held the Supreme Council.

The potion only accounted for two points, and the remaining eight points were on Allen.

He is the new star in the potion world in the future!
"Do you have any other questions about the full moon potion researched by Mr. Alan Stuart?"

Ms. Britta said again, "If there are no other questions, then let's enter the small-scale experiment process."

At this time, Allen raised his hand and said, "Masters."

The potion master present set his sights on Allen.

"Because of my personal reasons, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the next experiment."

"why?"

asked Horace anxiously.

Allen's eyes turned red, "For this potion research, my father exchanged a large amount of gold Galleons with Muggle currency, and now he has been detained by the British Ministry of Magic. I'm afraid I will be the next one. That's why I asked Professor Snape to bring me here. The purpose is to contribute this achievement to the Association before entering Azkaban."

Then he blamed himself, "It's all my fault that I was born as a Muggle, and my family didn't have any Galleons, which caused this disaster."

Snape twitched his lips.

The potions masters around looked at Snape in shock, and Horace was trembling with excitement, "Has Hogwarts degenerated like this now? Students are required to pay for this landmark potion experiment?"

He paced his feet, and the violent fluctuations of magic power turned into whirlwinds, "Where is Dumbledore? I want to see him! He is ashamed to be the headmaster, ashamed to be the ancestors of all generations!"

Witch Britta was the most emotional. She stepped forward and hugged Allen, "It's okay, the child who will be fine, this kind of discrimination in the British wizarding world must be condemned."

She looked sharply at the wizards around her, "If the investigation is true, then our Wizarding and Potion Federation needs to let the entire wizarding world understand the ugly face of the British Ministry of Magic, and they don't want to get a bottle of potion quota from us in the future!"

Several wizards around were silent for a while, and looked at Alan.

"agree."

"Seconded."

"agree."

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One day later, in the afternoon, in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic, Wallace looked at Mr. Stuart's confession in his hand leisurely, with an exaggerated smile on the corner of his mouth, "All the Galleons exchanged were spent on his son, so there is no violation of the exchange regulations. Even the establishment of the Firebolt Broom Company is to research better brooms for his son."

He raised the paper in his hand, and said to his cousin Lucius with a smile, "The other party doesn't think he can get away with this?"

Lucius looked steady, "But this Muggle has indeed done a good job, this confession can at least minimize his guilt."

Wallace's smile faded, his expression became gloomy, "Forget it, I'm just a Muggle anyway, our goal is Dumbledore's Muggle Currency Exchange Act."

At this time, a close aide came in and said respectfully, "My lord, the jury has arrived, and the emergency regulations can be activated to start the trial."

Wallace looked at his cousin with a smile again, "Good job."

It was obvious that Lucius had made great efforts to advance to the trial so quickly.

Lucius had a smug smile on his face, "After all, I donate enough Galleons to the Ministry of Magic every year, and the Nimbus Company seems to have put in a lot of effort, and they are putting pressure through the headquarters."

Wallace stood up with a smile, "This is how the Taoist helps more."

Under the leadership of their cronies, the two walked towards the trial. After entering the trial, they realized that the largest trial hall was opened this time, and the seats of the jury in the trial hall were filled with wizards, and most of them were witches.

Lucius frowned slightly, "Why are there so many trial wizards? You arranged it?"

"not me."

Wallace looked at the jury, all of whom were arranged by himself.

At this time, the confidant next to him explained, "These are all wizards who rushed here spontaneously after reading the morning newspaper, so they temporarily opened the largest trial hall."

"It's the morning paper, bring me a copy."

Lucius realized that things were a little unexpected. They had been focusing on the progress of the case for the past two days, so they didn't care what happened outside.

After the two sat down, Ke Lan searched the first row of auditoriums for a while, but couldn't find Alan. He stood up with a smile, "Father, I'll wait for my 'classmate' and give him a hug. He will be very sad today."

Wallace nodded with a smile, he knew why his son came today.

After a while, Allen and Mrs. Stuart walked through the corridor in black suits. Ke Lan saw Allen and walked over.

He whispered in his ear, "Mudblood, it seems that this time you can only watch your poor father go to prison in the courtroom. I believe that the dementors in Azkaban will treat him well. This is all because of your arrogance and greed."

Ke Lan seemed to be about to make an amazing speech, and Allen turned to look at him, "Are your leaky teeth healed? You actually smiled so brightly."

After speaking, he pushed open the door and walked into the trial hall.

Ke Lan's face turned blue, and he gritted his teeth in hatred. Last time in Quidditch, he was hit by Alan with a Bludger and knocked out three teeth.

Wallace looked suspiciously at his son with a gloomy expression. He walked in and sat next to him. Didn't he still smile brightly just now, just to laugh at that Mudblood?

At this time, the confidant brought two morning newspapers.

"The Most Touching Quidditch in History - The Best Love from a Father to His Son" - Daily Prophet

"Is it the distortion of human nature, or the injustice of society, what makes a father go to the dock, and what makes orphans and widows anxious? "

— quiver

Lucius and Wallace took a quick look.

Wallace looked at Allen who was sitting not far away, and laughed softly, "The other party can't tell the difference between the jury and the auditorium, right?"

Lucius rubbed the scepter in his hand subconsciously, "The jury is all arranged?"

"Every one is."

Lucius nodded.

When everyone was present, the judge sitting in the upper seat rang the gavel.

Led by the Auror, Mr. Stuart walked into the courtroom. He first forced a smile to his son and wife, and then sat in the dock humbly.

"Mr. Langdon Stuart, according to the accounts provided by Gringotts, you have used useless Muggle currency to exchange 50 Galleons in Gringotts since last August, is that correct?"

The surrounding jury burst into low voices, 50 Galleons was already beyond their psychological tolerance.

Mr. Stuart frowned slightly, the other party was not kind, and the judge's first sentence hid countless traps.

"Sterling is valuable. It can be exchanged for gold in full amount at any time with the British government, and gold is also a precious metal in the magic world."

Mr. Stuart argued for himself.

Then he hesitated for the next sentence. Before today's trial, Allen came and asked him to stick to his original statement, which made him hesitate.

As a senior financial person, he understands that the most important thing now is not justification. Many financial cases are actually characterized behind the scenes.

The most important thing is how to get the 'understanding' of the jury, and put yourself in a weak position.

This is far stronger than arguing with someone who has the power of judicial interpretation to be 'guilty' or 'not guilty', most of those eloquents will not really achieve good results in court.

But in the end he chose to believe in his son.

"All the Galleons I exchanged were for my son, and every penny was spent on him. Your Honor, all jurors, please forgive me for my doting love as a father."

"All the Galleons were spent on a little wizard who was only 11 years old? This can be selected as the top ten wizard jokes in England this year, hahaha"

The pureblood judge laughed bitterly, and so did the surrounding jury.

The witches in the auditorium frowned slightly. It seemed that things were different from what was written in the newspaper. 50 was indeed an unbelievable amount for them.

Lucius frowned slightly, it seemed that the other party couldn't make waves.

At this time, the door of the trial hall was pushed open again.

A number of powerful wizards walked in wearing fine clothes. They all wore various badges of honor on their chests, and even more than half of them wore the highest honor in the wizarding world, the badge of the Knights of Merlin on their chests.

They look more like judges than judges.

The leading witch has silver-white hair. She raised her head proudly and stared directly at the judge above.

"This is not funny. If you find it funny, then I can guarantee that from today, from now on, the price of potions in the British wizarding world will double, and there will not be any bottles of high-end potions entering the market. I swear in the name of the honorary president of the International Wizarding and Potion Association."

The laughing judge and jury were like ducks being choked, and all the voices stopped abruptly.

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