Chapter 680
Encounter on a narrow road
Chapter 680 Encounter on a narrow road
"What's unfair about that?"
Taking advantage of the fact that those sitting in front couldn't see him in the crowd, Michael shouted, "The rules don't forbid contestants from using alchemy!"
"But this is the Warriors' own game! The Doppelganger has just suddenly gained an extra helper, why should he!"
Durmstrang's player shouted angrily.
"Ha!" Fred whistled loudly, putting his arm around George's shoulder. "So, according to that logic, your fighters shouldn't use dark magic, and Vagado's fighters shouldn't transform, otherwise it's not fair, right?"
"what?"
Waggadu's students understood and immediately jumped up and shouted:
"Transfiguration is our primary form of magic, how can it be forbidden?"
"Then we might as well ban your wands! Casting spells with bare hands is the real skill!"
The principal of Vagado sat on the judges' bench with a dark expression, frustrated by his students' lack of composure. However, since his skin was naturally dark, no one noticed the change in his expression.
It's no wonder that the students in Vagado reacted so strongly, because Jabari, who had transformed into a rat in the video, was now stalking Wade Gray from a distance.
He is small in size and moves quickly, making it easy for him to walk on flat ground even in the complex environment of a forest, and he can easily hide without being discovered.
No matter how powerful Vader Grey's puppet is, as long as Jabari rushes out at the last moment and touches the Goblet of Fire beforehand, he can still become the ultimate victor.
In some ways, his chances of winning were even higher than Wade's. Therefore, when Vargadu's students heard that Jabari's transformations might be banned, they immediately and loudly protested.
"Cough cough."
Principal Iphamoni coughed twice, speaking in a conciliatory tone:
"Alright, alright, we already informed everyone which items were prohibited before the competition... While Wade Gray's alchemy is indeed very powerful, don't the other contestants possess one or two spells that others don't?"
"Exactly!" George immediately chimed in, "Do we really need to make a list of all the magic spells we can use?"
Their friend Lee Jordan chimed in, "Why not just stipulate which hand you have to use to hold the wand!"
A burst of deliberate laughter erupted from the stands, and even the Slytherin students joined in the commotion.
On the referee's stand, Mrs. Maxime raised her chin, ignoring the surrounding noise and the audience's attitude, and turned only to Dumbledore: "Is this really in line with the spirit of the game?"
Dumbledore, however, did not back down as usual. He simply smiled slightly, tapping his fingers on the table, and said, "If I remember correctly, the rules only prohibit external assistance? Alchemy is also a demonstration of the contestant's own abilities, unless you think alchemy is not magic?"
Mrs. Maxim had a somber face, but she couldn't utter a single word in front of the camera.
Nick Lemaître is also a member of the Board of Trustees of Beauxbatons!
To this day, her school receives a large sum of money from Lemaître every year, which allows Madame Maxime to raise her own discerning horses, decorate the school carriages lavishly, and maintain the exquisite gardens and elegant castle...
How could someone possibly deny or slander an alchemist in front of the camera?
Amidst the silence of the judges, Ludo Bagman exclaimed excitedly, "Fantastic! Vid Gray's alchemical skills are truly astounding! Of course—it's perfectly within the rules!"
The Hogwarts students erupted in deafening applause and cheers, as if they had already won a victory.
Fudge's smile seemed somewhat forced, while Umbridge next to him let out an exaggerated cough. Percy Weasley, sitting in the back, watched his boss's expression, sat up straight, and wrote something in his notebook with a stern face.
Suddenly, the quill pen was snatched from his hand. Percy turned around angrily and saw Fred, who had sneaked up behind him, grinning smugly. "Give it back—"
Before he could finish speaking, his hand suddenly went empty!
The notebook was also snatched away by George on the other side.
The twins glanced at what he had written in the notebook and chuckled. Then George tossed the notebook back into his brother's arms, crossed his arms, and looked his brother up and down as if he were seeing him for the first time.
Percy's face immediately turned bright red, and his freckles looked like they were about to pop out.
Fred coughed in a mock serious manner, leaned closer and whispered, "Dear Assistant, I think what you wrote above is not comprehensive enough. It should be written like this—'Prohibit the use of any magic smarter than the Minister of Magic!'"
"That's it." George said coldly, his face stern. "The contestants are going to cry... because even in a large font, they won't be able to fill a single page with all the magic they can use!"
"you--"
Percy's voice was stuck in his throat, his lips twitched uncontrollably, and his reddened eyes looked like he was about to cry.
Fred was about to say something when suddenly, a collective gasp erupted from the entire stands. He immediately turned to look at the giant streaming screen.
Viktor Krum, who had originally chosen a different path, unknowingly approached the place where Vader was, guided by the compass.
Less than twenty meters away from him, Vader's puppet was gradually taking shape. But hidden by the jungle, Krum noticed nothing.
In the dense, dark forest, the tip of Viktor Krum's wand gleamed, and his thick neck tilted slightly forward, much like the posture of someone searching for a golden snitch on the field.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes on the left, and a porcupine with poisonous quills pounced. Krum swiftly dodged it, and at the same time, he swung his wand sharply!
"Collapse!"
The spell struck the porcupine precisely on its rump, sending it crashing headfirst into the bushes and losing consciousness.
Krum slowly exhaled, very cautiously avoiding approaching the porcupine. Instead, he cast a detection spell to ensure there were no other lurking hunters nearby, then glanced at the compass and walked forward.
Don't go!
A chorus of groans erupted from the stands, many clenching their fists and shouting, "It's not too late to turn back! Don't go any further, Viktor!"
More than half of the shouts came from Hogwarts students…
There was nothing they could do. Although they supported their school, they also had a great fondness for Krum, the talented Quidditch player, and didn't want to see him lose so early.
But the sounds from the audience never reached Krum's ears. So he walked steadily along the narrow path, pushing aside the slender vines hanging in front of him, and passing between several ancient oak trees with gnarled roots.
When he looked up, his breath caught in his throat.
Wade Gray turned his head in surprise, then smiled.
"The half-hour ban on attacking each other... it should have passed by now, right?"
He gently raised his palm.
(End of this chapter)