Alan turned and walked into the room on the right, the same frost level where Harry was, Harry's desk was already spilled with a lot of potions, and some of the herbs that had been cut up and scattered all over the ground.

Harry's nose and eyebrows were already covered with a thin layer of ice, his hands trembling as he held a silver knife, and when he heard the door open, he turned stiffly and saw Allen, his eyes shining with hope.

"Want to make a thawing potion?" Alan quickly understood the rules, "You're lucky to have met me." ”

Alan picked up his magic robe and neatly handled the potions at the table, his hand was up and down, his movements were so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, and the light screen that belonged to Harry switched to play Allen's slow motion.

"It's a textbook operation, oh, what a genius idea, he doesn't pour the blood of the salamander at once, but spreads it evenly in three times, and this manipulation improves the stability of the potion......" As the principal of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Karkaroff has a vicious eye, and he can see Allen's own innovative methods at a glance.

In the audience, Professor Snape pursed his lips and looked at Alan with a blank expression. But the Slytherins who knew him well could still see the approval in the professor's eyes.

Professor Snape was complimenting Allen in his heart, but not because of his outstanding performance, but because he found that Allen had deliberately avoided the contents of his diary, and it seemed that Allen had not made any of his intentions known without his consent.

Karkaroff, who withdrew his attention from Allen, turned his gaze to Brooke Hernandez, a warrior from his school, on the light screen, and pouted, "It's really unlucky, his worst is astronomy class." ”

Brooke is in a room full of stars, the sky above his head is divided into six areas, and there is a silvery date floating under each area. If you make a mistake, you will be hit by the current released by the star.

And Brooke obviously did not have this ability, his hair that had been meticulously combed stood on end, the muscles of his face spasmed and trembled, and there was a blue electric current constantly rushing through his body, obviously receiving a light punishment.

In a room with Arabic numerals on the walls, Fleur walked around the room restlessly, her pretty hair scratched messy. There are six math problems in the room, and Fleur chooses the most girly one - cutting the cake.

On a white table, there is a large pink cake topped with four bright red strawberries.

What made it difficult for Fleur was cutting the cake. Around the table sat six tiny dolls, smiling at the cake that had been cut up in the middle by Fleur.

When Fleur discovers that she has made the mistake of dividing the cake, the dolls clamore for Fleur to finish the cake that failed to be cut, and only when the cake is eaten will a new cake appear, but she soon splits the cake in pieces. Her feelings were getting more and more irritable.

After the fifth doll appeared, Fleur skillfully waved her wand—a feat she had repeated many times, as she cut each strawberry, dividing each strawberry into five equal portions, for a total of 20 pieces, and then dividing it equally among each doll.

At this time, the sixth villain appeared......

As the number of people increased, Fleur became more and more crazy, although this was her last chance to challenge, even if she couldn't figure it out, as long as she ate it, she should be able to pass the level, but she had already eaten two strawberry cakes, although because it was not as large as the usual normal size for the dolls, but it was far more than the amount that a lady should have, and now it was a live broadcast......

The audience outside the stadium was also thinking about how to divide it. For wizards, math is a mystical thing.

Hermione sat in the audience, a notebook spread out on her lap, a quill in her hand, swiping desperately across the parchment: the cake was a 360 degree cake X 1/6 = 60 degrees, the strawberry was a 4X1/6 = 2/3 strawberry, so how did you make sure that each person ended up with exactly 2/3 of the strawberries...... Hermione finally came to the tangled conclusion - cut each of the four strawberries into 15 strips, making a total of 60 strawberry strips, and then divide each of them into ten. Perfect!

The fleur on the screen was finally counted, and when she waved her knife and fork to divide the cake, a seventh doll appeared......

Hermione, who was in her seat, groaned, pulled out her quill again, and buried herself in the calculations.

Luna put her hands on her cheeks, and a leaf in her mouth that she had picked up from nowhere, and she held Hermione's hand that was clutching her unkempt hair vigorously: "Don't count, just juice the cake and one cup per person." ”

Hearing this, Penelope pursed her lips impatiently when she saw Luna's calm appearance: "It's really troublesome, if it were me, I'd smash the extra dolls one by one, wouldn't it be fine?" ”

In the frost room where Harry and Alan were, Harry watched with anticipation as Alan moved like a cloud.

Soon, the steaming thawing potion was successfully boiled by Allen, who first divided a cup and handed it to Harry, who swallowed a big gulp with a shudder, and his pale face returned to normal. He poured the remaining potion into the gaping mouth of the wood carving in front of his table, and easily took the gem from the wood carving's hand.

"It's not fair! The Hogwarts warriors are helping each other, and I urge that cheating like this be stopped. Madame Maxime, who was worried about Fleur's performance, stood up angrily and exclaimed.

"The rules only say that you can't attack each other, but you don't say you can't help each other. Karkaroff's calmness made Lady Maxim look sideways, shouldn't this guy be with himself to condemn Hogwarts?

Dumbledore on the side stared at Alan in the light screen with a solemn face, his eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses full of worry.

Karkaroff took Dumbledore's look in his eyes and sneered, not to mention that Alan is now his new master, even if Alan is just his student, he has long held him in the palm of his hand, and he will give whatever he wants.

At this time, Alan also entered the room of the digital level where Fleur was, and he was surprised to see Fleur swallow the last bite of cake with a pained face without a ladylike image at all.

Her lower abdomen was slightly shy, obviously in pain.

Alan took out the defrosting potion he made in the Frost level, took the initiative to share it with Fleur, and introduced it to her.

"Good thing I don't have to...... Alan, Mrs. Harris won't be here to watch this game, is she?" Fleur asked worriedly, taking the potion.

"Of course she'll be watching, so keep it up!" Alan encouraged.

"Oh, no!" Fleur slapped her forehead, the last time she met Mrs. Harris, she had told her that she had eaten very little.