Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

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 ceremony, Harry took out the magic mirror that he carried with him.

The favored one of the disaster and the source of disaster... Harry whispered his own life, and used the magic mirror to divination.

The orthodox magic mirror divination is to pray for divination from a high-ranking existence through a ceremony.

Generally speaking, the ones who can respond to the magic mirror divination all over the world are at least the strong ones at the angel level on the ground.

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 from the spirit world itself, but the effect is not as good as other divinations.

Now Harley's strength has recovered a lot, so she can barely use the magic mirror to divination and respond by herself.

Ten minutes later, through the automatic response of the mythical creature form, Harry forcibly recalled the contents of the few Roselle notes he had read.

Only very few characters are the same, and many characters seem to come from the same source in terms of format. After finishing the divination, Harry lay on the bed thinking,

After returning to England, buy a set of Japanese dictionaries and compare them to translate. But if this is the case, there will be doubts about Emperor Roselle's origin.

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

No, it doesn't have to be 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 tidying up the room.

...

In the following week, Harley lived a repetitive and fulfilling life——

Every morning, I went to Professor Slughorn's residence to practice brewing potions, and received the guidance of two potions professors before and after Hogwarts.

Time passed and the day before the competition came. A total of 11 magic schools registered with the International Federation of Wizards in the world sent students from eight of them.

That's normal, said Professor Slughorn, accustomed to it,

If there are no outstanding students, why come to the competition? To embarrass the school?

In fact, Hogwarts did not send any students in the past few years. After all, the level is not good, and it is only a round trip, which will only increase the jokes.

Harry listened silently, quickly packing the cauldron in his hands.

Son, you're going to represent Hogwarts tomorrow. Your level is no worse than when I was seventeen.

Although this is also due to the fact that I lacked the guidance of a famous teacher at that time, and now you have two masters of potions to teach by example, but it is also enough to prove your talent.

Professor Slughorn lay on the recliner and continued to speak leisurely,

Don't be nervous, follow what you usually learn step by step, it is very easy to win the championship.

Professor Snape on the side didn't speak, and completely handed over the pre-match motivation to Professor Slughorn.

After all, Professor Slughorn was gifted in this area.

I see, 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 whetted his appetite and ate more than usual.

But it seemed that the other players didn't have a good appetite, and the bar was full of tension.

Fleur came to Harry's side with her breakfast in her hand: How are you getting ready? I haven't seen you for the past few days.

I've been doing the final preparations before the game with Professor Slughorn, Harry swallowed the bread in his mouth,

As for preparation, there is never too much preparation.

Fu Rong dragged her chin, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face: Don't be too modest, my father said that you are the most likely to compete with me for the championship.

Really? Mr. Delacour thinks so highly of me? Harry also smiled.

In the hall, the players were eating and scanning their opponents.

But they looked at Harry and Fleur's smiles and stayed there at the same time.

Even when some female contestants saw Harley, they unconsciously slowed down their movements and their hearts beat faster.

The cup in the hand of a young wizard from a Japanese magic institute fell directly on the table, and the scalding hot tea directly scalded his calf.

Do you think they can compete with us? Furong glanced at the contestants in the hall with disdain, her eyes filled with arrogance and contempt.

They can't even handle my most basic charisma. They don't even have this bit of willpower, and they are only worthy of being cannon fodder.

The extraordinary charm released by the two was suppressed by itself at the same time, and the contestants also came back to their senses.

Most of the contestants showed mixed expressions of fear and embarrassment, but some contestants looked straight at the two of them, making no secret of their longing and admiration.

However, Harry and Fleur didn't pay attention to them, and quickly settled the breakfast.

After drinking the last sip of milk in the glass, Harry gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then stood up:

Come on, go to the field. I think the professors are over and waiting.

Indeed, staying here is too boring. Fleur also stood up gracefully, flicked her long silver hair like a waterfall, and walked out of the tavern with Harry.

The first round of the Magic School Potions Tournament was at ten o'clock in the morning in the square of this wizarding village.

The square had been decorated, and the fifteen tables were spaced far enough apart so that the students would not interfere with each other.

At the end of the square there is a large enchanted platform with many chairs placed on it. It looked like the referees were going to be there to watch the game.

Fleur returned to Ms. Maxim's side, and Harry stood with the two potions masters.

Professor, do you know who the referees are? Harry asked softly.

Professor Slughorn stroked his fat chin, with a memory expression on his face:

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

As for how many to choose, it depends on how many schools participate in the competition.

The International Federation of Wizards will also send a person, but his task is only to assist in supervision and deal with various violations of discipline.

As for the specific scoring, he will not interfere.

Harry nodded, stopped reviewing, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

It was ten o'clock in the blink of an eye, and all the players were already in place.

After Hector, the president of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, gave a brief opening speech, he announced the content of the first round of the competition: to brew a potion of living hell within two hours.

According to the rules, the referee will select the top ten players with the best performance from the fifteen players who have arrived to enter the second round.

Crucibles, potion ingredients, and other auxiliary items appeared on the empty table in front of the players.

However, potion ingredients and auxiliary tools are more than what is needed to brew a living hell potion, and players must choose the correct ingredients from them.

There are three copies of all the materials, but in fact the contestants only have two chances, because one of the materials does not meet the standard.

This requires players to pay attention to the quality of the materials they choose during the cooking process.

So the first round of the competition seems simple, but in fact it is a relatively comprehensive test of the students.

...

...

(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)