The game officially begins with fireworks from the tip of the referee's wand.
Several contestants quickly lit the fire, picked up the materials and added them to the crucible, looking confident.
On the referee's bench, an old lady with white hair but smooth skin looked at this scene and couldn't help but shook her head, covered her mouth and said to the referee next to her:
"Are the players from Kodosdorez and the Magic Institute so careless now? They don't even check the quality of the materials before using them?"
However, looking at the whole game, only a few players made such low-level mistakes.
Although the competition only announced that it would provide materials, it did not mention the small trap of mixing redundant or substandard materials with the "organizer provided".
But when they noticed that the quantity and variety of materials were obviously too many, most players chose to check them out.
Harley quickly selected enough ingredients to brew two servings of Living Hell Potion based on her memory.
Then she weighed the valerian roots and lit a flame under the cauldron, letting the pure water boil inside.
Harley quickly followed the standard steps. Ten minutes later, Harley's potion had turned into a uniform brown liquid.
This is the ideal state when the potion reaches this point.
"Bang!" Harley was operating seriously, when suddenly there was an explosion in the distance, and a stench spread out.
Following a series of chain reactions, several players' crucibles had problems of varying degrees.
"Are the other players so bad? They don't even know how to check the ingredients before brewing the potion?"
While the potion in the crucible was heating, Harley fanned the stinky smell with her hand and complained secretly.
After all, this stinky smell can be traced back to the choice of valerian root that is too old.
Harley didn't pay much attention to the performance of others and continued to operate. After adding evenly sliced sleepy beans to the crucible, the potion immediately turned a light snow-green color.
According to the book, you only need to add the juice exuded from the sleepy beans at this time.
However, Harley still chose to add sleepy bean flakes, after all, this can stabilize the effect of the medicine.
However, this method also has disadvantages, that is, during the subsequent stirring process, if the intensity and stirring frequency cannot be maintained at a specific level, the pot of magic potion will be directly scrapped.
However, Harley believed in her own level, and also believed in the extraordinary ability of the assassin who had reached the fifth level of the sequence to control the body.
One referee obviously noticed Harley's rapid progress and innovation in the potion formula, and lightly patted the other referee next to him. The two focused on Harley and whispered from time to time.
After the color in Harley's crucible went through various changes, it finally turned into the transparent color of clear water when the mixing was completed.
Harley extinguished the flame under the cauldron, and after confirming that there was no problem with the potion, she added it to the bottle on the side and sealed it with magic.
At some point, a referee stepped down from the referee's seat and came to Harley's side:
"Harry Potter contestant, have you finished making it?"
"It's done, now I'm applying to submit the results." Harley replied in a low voice.
"Okay, please keep the desktop content unchanged, leave your position slowly, and do not disturb others.
The judges will give a comprehensive score to your results and process and make a unified announcement after the game. "
The referee nodded and left quickly with the vial. And Harley also put away her wand and walked out of the field.
As the first player to leave her position, Harley naturally received the most attention.
After all, apart from Harry, Fleur, who was progressing the fastest on the field, was still in the low-temperature heating stage, and the potion was changing from water-like transparency to bright orange.
As for more contestants, they are still in the mixing stage, or have failed and are brewing again.
There was even a contestant from Kodos Dorez who seemed to have no idea why he failed. He was now stroking his bald head and looking at the blue mixture in the pot with a sad look on his face.
In this comparison, professors from other schools started talking about it and set their sights on the location of Hogwarts.
Their eyes were either jealous, envious, or scrutinizing, and some even contained malice.
But Harley didn't care.
"Well done, Harry." After Harry returned to her seat in Hogwarts, Professor Slughorn was the first to congratulate her.
Professor Dumbledore also looked at her with a smile, seemingly satisfied with Harley's performance. Professor Snape had no expression on his face, but he still nodded slightly to express his approval.
"You are indeed the first one to finish making the potion. I said my vision is not wrong." Mr. Delacour also came to his seat at Hogwarts from Beauxbatons.
He came to watch the game as a potions master, so naturally he didn't have to stay in his seat like Beauxbatons' professor.
"Fu Rong's progress is only at least fifteen minutes away, which is far inferior to You.
It seems that you have a high probability of becoming the champion of this Magic School Potions Championship. "
"You are joking," Harley said modestly, "I am not strong enough. Many people have the chance to compete for the championship."
"It's okay to be humble with others, just be so humble with me." Mr. Delacour shook his head.
"Don't forget, we corresponded for a whole year and exchanged so much potion knowledge.
And your wonderful thoughts when chatting with other old friends. They sometimes write letters to communicate with me.
So I have long been convinced that your level is not much worse than when we were young. What you lack now is just the accumulation of time.
After all, some potions take more than six months to brew, and various accidents may occur in the process. These still require time to accumulate. "
"Of course, these are our students at Hogwarts." Professor Slughorn didn't let Harry talk any more and took the words naturally, with a smile on his face.
"Her Potions Professor Severus is my student, how can I still have problems with my level?"
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As time went by, the players also ended the competition one after another and returned to their seats in their schools.
To be selected to participate in the potion competition, most of the players are capable enough.
Except for the bald contestant from Kodosdorez, who obviously didn't spend much time preparing this potion, everyone else submitted a barely passable answer sheet.
The whistle signaling the end of the first round finally sounded.
The potion masters at the referee's seat came down one after another and began to check the quality of the potions brewed by the contestants.
It was obvious that the small bottle of potion that Harry handed over earlier had been passed around and studied.
But almost all the judges came to Harley's cauldron, scooped some out of the cauldron to observe the color, or checked the remaining materials on Harley's table.
One particularly attentive old man even wanted to take a sip.
However, he was pulled by an old lady next to him. After all, this was a living hell decoction, not an intelligence-enhancing agent or a brain-refreshing agent.
If you really want to take a sip, will you become a referee later?
These old people are too old, basically over a hundred years old, and many of them rely on homemade potions to hang on for their lives.
Therefore, even if they choose to test the medicine on themselves in daily experiments, they will not take the antidote easily to avoid disturbing the fragile balance in the body.
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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the reward!)
(End of chapter)
