Harry was a little disappointed. Perhaps it should be said that his previous expectations were a little too high?
During the first duel, Arthur Phoenix, who came from a 'small place', gave Harry a lot of fun, although his mastery of spells was somewhat unsatisfactory. After all, he was not from outside the three major schools. Other magic schools and magic education institutions in Europe have insufficient teaching staff, and the Ministry of Magic, which exists as a small independent country, does not have any big resources. It is impossible to allocate funds. Even Hogwarts does not enjoy special funds from the Ministry of Magic in England. Educational funds, not to mention other things.
But Arthur's mastery of transfiguration made Harry's eyes shine. To be honest, he saw a hint of the master's style in Arthur. Of course, today's Arthur cannot be compared with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall has Her mastery of spells is equally profound, if she uses Transfiguration to fight Harry.
Harry had actually had this idea before, but after seeing Professor McGonagall easily and comfortably forming an army, he gave up the idea of being beaten into a pig's head.
I don’t know if anyone has seen the Gundams in the magic world. Although the ones made by the Transformation Technique are low-end beggar’s editions, the cost of this thing is so low that it only requires a little bit of magic power. Those fully armed cannon fodder Magic Gundams can not only be used in... When it is destroyed, all the remaining magic power will be consumed to give you a fatal self-destruction. No carbon-based creature wants to have an intimate relationship with the cloud explosion bomb. The instantaneous high temperature of thousands of degrees is enough to carbonize all flesh and blood life.
What, you placed a fire protection spell on yourself in advance? What kind of defense should be used in an oxygen-free environment that will last at least four to five minutes and a shock wave with a speed of more than 2,500 meters per second?
Those puppets endowed with highly realistic intelligence are not like the moving wooden piles that Harry just hammered. The magic puppets created by real living transformations have a clear division of labor between far, middle and near, which is no less than a discipline. A strict and fearless death squad.
But even Brother Arthur, who was so immature and couldn't withstand Harry's seriousness for three seconds, was actually the best one Harry had ever seen in this competition.
Harry, who always said that he was always unhappy, ended the whole game in a very depressed manner.
After waiting for the opponent to use the first set of spells, Harry could almost tell how many pounds the guy opposite him weighed. Harry, who was too lazy to move, twisted casually on the spot, letting the flying spells pass before lifting his head. Ebony responded with a perfunctory fainting. Those average armor spells were almost standard for their first round of spells, but the magic shield that could not be formed was directly penetrated and ignored by Ebony's own magic. , they still couldn’t figure out why they fainted all of a sudden.
Some people even reported Harry for cheating and encouraged a group of guys who couldn't stand Harry's pretense to support him. However, neither Harry nor the tournament organizing committee paid any attention to their barking.
"You can't even stop me with a spell. It's hard for you to let me show off in front of you guys."
Harry, who had full hatred, was too lazy to care about the group of defeated dogs that looked like they were going to eat him alive. After getting the ticket to advance to the next round from the organizing committee, he put his hands in his pockets and took a leisurely pace. Walked out of the huge duel venue.
Professor Flitwick gave everyone a day off. There are still many places to visit in Austria. Many Hogwarts students are leaving England for the first time. Although the wizarding world in Austria is a bit more 'small', But there are still many check-in spots worth seeing here.
For example, the dancers in Vienna are all enchanting. The music taverns here are very famous. As long as you order a glass of three galleons of Saint Laurent craft beer, the enthusiastic dancers will surround you. If you are generous enough and willing to pay If the hourly room rate is ten galleons, then something good will happen.
Harry walked straight to Vienna's best and most famous Kumblin Tavern. He had no interest in dancers or anything like that. He just wanted to try the white wine with a high reputation here.
"A girl's white stockings?"
"Are you sure this is the name of the drink? Is it serious?"
After a brief chat with the waiter in the tavern, Harry had a little doubt about the formality of the tavern. This was a tavern recommended by Professor Flitwick and did not serve three gallons of Saint Laurent craft beer.
"Yes, sir, we only do serious business."
The waiter who answered Harry's question may also have goblin blood, but he is a bit taller than Professor Flitwick, and his ears are not pointy. Maybe the goblin bloodline is a little far away, and he looks more like a Harry, a normal boy of twelve or thirteen years old, as a real boy of twelve or thirteen years old, was looking down at him.
“Isn’t there also the girl’s black stockings and fans, the girl’s Balenciaga and the girl’s Fuge?”
"It seems that you, sir, are a very tasteful drinker." The young waiter bowed slightly, "But that's not what you said."
Harry: "."
Feeling that he had been tricked, Harry was silent for a moment, and then discharged a pile of gold galleons that exuded a charming golden light. The number was uncountable, about three to five hundred.
"Bring me a bucket of maiden's song."
"But the girl only has white silk stockings and no Fu Ge." The mournful attendant said pitifully. He was so blind that he couldn't recognize the big benefactor. At this moment, his intestines turned green.
"Fuge can have white silk, um, I'm pretty sure." Harry remembered clearly that when he and Fleur were playing in Switzerland, she was wearing Fuge's white silk, which was easy to tear.
"This." The waiter, who was dazzled by the light emanating from Jin Galon, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, making a decision that went against his ancestors, "No problem, a bucket of girl's Fu Ge."
"I'm going to replace the wrong sign right now, but where do you need to send your bucket, sir?"
Isn't it just a matter of changing the name of the wine? Even if her father discovers her, the most she can do is slap her butt with a cane, which is nothing compared to the golden cutie.
"If you don't give it away, just bring it up just to moisten your throat."
The waiter who did not doubt put the heavy gold on the tray, then bowed respectfully and left.
When he left, he did not forget to wave his finger and replace the liquor license with the girl's white silk on it into the girl's Fuge.
Just as Harry was eating snacks, listening to songs, and watching the dancer twist her waist seductively, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in. It was Arthur Phoenix. After the game, Harry didn't see him again, but Arthur also successfully advanced, and one failure did not affect him from standing out.
Harry waved at him. For this only 'opponent' he could take a liking to, Harry was a little curious about how he learned his interesting transformation technique.
(End of chapter)
