Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 150: In the same era as a genius

Harley's figure soon appeared again.

She put part of the potion into a vial, then sat down and waited quietly for the others to finish the game.

The second round of competition is not over yet, and a champion will be born after this competition is over, so players who have finished brewing the potion cannot leave midway.

The judges' eyes were full of anticipation, and they were obviously very eager to study Harley's potion.

However, considering that this may cause mental pressure to other players and thus affect the results, they still sit calmly on the referee's bench.

Only one referee went down, brought up the bottle of magic potion, and kept passing it around so that everyone could appreciate it.

At this time, the slowest player happened to walk out of the magic garden.

This player from Castrobusche, Brazil, was originally full of confidence. After all, he had found a lot of hard-to-find materials and was preparing to brew some unique Brazilian potions.

Then he saw Harley sitting on her seat to rest with her eyes closed, with the brewed potion in front of her.

The player was stunned and subconsciously slapped himself.

I have just found the ingredients, why has someone already prepared the potion?

Is this fair? Is this reasonable? Is there still humanity in this world? Is this genius?

With a feeling of grief and anger, he quickly returned to his position. After all, if you don’t start, you might not have enough time.

However, his expression was occasionally dazed, and he was obviously shocked. As for whether this pot of magic potion can be brewed successfully, there is doubt.

As time passed, pots of potions were freshly baked, and steam of various colors formed a ball in the square.

As the sun set, President Hector blew the magic whistle: “It’s time!

Players are asked to extinguish the flame at the bottom of the crucible and then stop whatever they are doing.

If there are any abnormal behaviors, we will deduct points according to the situation, and serious cases will be deemed as cheating. "

No player dared to ignore Chairman Hector's warning and stopped what they were doing.

The judges quickly left their seats, but instead of spreading out to score like they did in the first game, they gathered collectively in front of Harley's cauldron.

"It's amazing!" An old lady pointed her wand at the remaining liquid in the basin where the phantom grass was soaked, and kept sighing,

"He actually came up with this method to circumvent the shortcomings of phantom grass containing too little magic power and unstable properties!

I remember Grillo was trapped at this point. "

"Yes, Elifia," the old man next to him answered,

"Master Grillo would probably be very happy if he knew that the method he proved to be wrong can actually be realized."

Harley had already silently stepped aside and gave up her territory to the referees.

At this time, she was thinking about it in her mind. When she got back, she would write a paper on how to improve the phantom potion and submit it to "Potion Master".

When the time comes, I will authorize the patent of the medicine to the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, and the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association will naturally collect the patent fees for me.

They wouldn't offend a potential rising star at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just for the patent of a potion.

Professor Slughorn has already helped Harry plan this plan.

Although I don’t know why the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association can still receive patent fees after the formula is made public.

But since Professor Slughorn was confident, Harry stopped asking any more questions.

After all, there are specialties in the arts, and this is not Harley's strong suit.

The masters finally restrained their inner excitement and began to go to other players to review the results.

Before leaving, President Hector patted Harley on the shoulder: "Kid, after the game is over, I think we can talk about the phantom potion."

At this time, the other players were stunned.

who I am? where am I? What am I doing?

Why didn't the referees even look at me but surrounded Harry Potter?

What exactly is the magic power of her potion? Does this mean I'm doomed?

It wasn't until the referee came forward that they came back to their senses. They no longer thought about what Harley had done, but respectfully wanted to introduce their potions to the referee.

But the judges are well-informed, so why do they need introductions to the players? They can even say that they understand the potion in front of them better than the players.

Moreover, the potions chosen by the players in front of them were not new at all. They were basically potions that their seniors had made many times.

Only the potion brewed by Furong could barely get into the eyes of the potion masters. What she brewed was a weakened version of a quick-acting vitality tonic.

This is a unique skill taught to Fleur by Mr. Delacour. It is said that Fleur's grandfather who married a Veela spent a lot of time to modify the potion.

(There is a bug here. Grandma and grandma are the same word in English, and the version the author read translates that the hair in the hibiscus wand belongs to her grandma.

That’s why the author said before that the Veela is Fleur’s grandmother. But in fact, according to the description in Part 7, Fleur's Veela blood should be inherited from her mother.

This should be a translation issue, but the author won't worry about it. )

General vitality supplements are very effective, but they are too powerful and it is easy to overdo it.

The nourishing effect of this improved version of the vitality tonic is slightly weakened, more mild, and it takes effect faster and can be applied to more situations.

In this regard, potion masters also gave high evaluations.

But compared to the phantom potion that Harry almost single-handedly improved, Fleur is still slightly inferior.

As for the player from Castrobushe who came out last, he seemed to have suffered a big blow, so there was a problem with the brewing process, and the quality of the potion was extremely poor.

Although this potion is also one of the more difficult ones, he is still unable to compete for the championship.

In this round of competition, the judges did not give specific scores for each player. After all, the winner was clear at a glance.

"Well, there is no doubt that our champion has been born!" President Hector returned to the referee's seat and said loudly,

"Congratulations to Miss Harry Potter for winning this year's Magic School Potions Championship!"

The audience burst into warm applause, and Professor Slughorn threw up his wizard hat, as if he had won this victory by himself.

But among the professors at Hogwarts, he was the only one who was happy.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape both left early two days ago, and the current Hogwarts leader is Professor Slughorn.

Although there are many wizards here whose applause is not so heartfelt, especially most of the players and professors from magic schools are not very happy.

But they are not willing to deny Hogwarts face for this trivial matter. After all, everyone basically has a championship, and one defeat does not mean eternal defeat.

And most people think that they are not particularly unlucky, at least much better than the player in Wagadu who was attacked by someone and the two unlucky guys in Kodos Doriz.

The Wagadu players originally wanted to cause trouble, but were immediately suppressed by their principal.

Are you kidding me? Don’t you know your own virtues? My butt is dirty to begin with, so it’s good that the organizer doesn’t favor others, but you still want to find trouble?

It’s like potions masters are vegetarians!

Everyone had their own thoughts below, but on the stage, under the spotlight, Halle walked onto the newly-conjured awards seat.

President Hector personally handed the golden crucible symbolizing the championship to Harley's hand and gave his blessing.

Harley held the golden cauldron high, a bright smile on her face.

Many people looked at her young face and thought of the description in the information: Harry Potter, who was only thirteen years old at the end of July this year.

"I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky to live in the same era as such a genius." Someone whispered, with a bitter expression on his face.

Perhaps the birth of a genius can solve countless problems and make the field of potions take an epic step forward.

But for others in her batch, it was a devastating disaster.

But this is helpless. Who made them born at the wrong time and in the same era as geniuses?

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)