With fireworks from the tip of the referee's wand, the game officially began.

Several contestants quickly lit the fire and casually 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, couldn't help but shake her head, covered her mouth and said to the referee next to her:

"Are the players at Kordos Dorez and the Wizardry so careless now? Don't even recognize the quality of the material before using it? ”

However, only a handful of players made such low-level mistakes.

Although the contest only announced that it would provide materials, it did not mention the pitfalls of mixing redundant or low-quality materials in the "provided by the organizer".

However, when they noticed that the amount and variety of materials were obviously too much, most of the players chose to check it out.

Harley quickly picked out enough ingredients from memory to make two living hell potions.

She then began to weigh the valerian roots, lighting the flame under the cauldron and letting the pure water boil inside.

Harley quickly followed the standard steps. Ten minutes later, Harley's potion had turned into a homogeneous brown liquid.

This is the ideal state when the potion has boiled to this point.

"Bang!" Harley was working on it carefully when an explosion suddenly sounded in the distance, and a foul smell emanated.

A series of chain reactions followed, and several players had varying degrees of problems in their crucibles.

"Are the other players so bad? Don't know how to check the materials before brewing potions? ”

While the potion in the cauldron was heating up, Harley fanned the stench with her hand and complained secretly.

After all, this smell is the choice of too old valerian root.

Harley didn't pay much attention to the other people's performance and continued to operate. After adding sleepy beans cut into uniform slices to the crucible, the potion immediately turned pale snow blue.

According to the book, at this time, all you need to do is add the juice oozing from the sleepy beans.

However, Harley still chose to add the sleepy bean flakes as well, after all, this would stabilize the effect of the medicine.

But this method also has a disadvantage, that is, in the later mixing process, if the strength and frequency of stirring cannot be maintained to a specific level, then the pot of potions will be scrapped directly.

However, Harley believed in her own level, and also believed in the powerful control of the body of the Assassin's extraordinary abilities that had reached the fifth level of the sequence.

One of the referees, apparently noticing Hallie's rapid progress and innovations in potion recipes, patted the other judge next to him, and the two focused on Harley, whispering from time to time.

The color in Halle's crucible has undergone various transformations, and finally it has changed to the clear color of water when it is blended.

Harley extinguished the flames under the cauldron, and after making sure that the potion was okay, added it to the bottle next to it and sealed it with magic.

One of the referees walked out of the bench and came to Hallie's side, unaware of the moment:

"Harry Potter, are you done?"

"It's done, now I'm applying to submit the result." Harley replied in a whisper.

"Okay, please keep the content of the desktop unchanging, slowly leave your place, and don't disturb others.

The judges will give you a comprehensive score of your results and process, and announce it uniformly after the match. ”

The referee nodded and quickly left with the vial. Harley put away her wand and walked off the field.

As the first contestant to leave her position, Hallie naturally received the most attention.

After all, apart from Harley, Fleur, who is the fastest on the field, is still in the stage of low temperature heating, and the potion is changing from clear water to bright orange.

As for the more players, they are still in the mixing stage, or they have already failed and are re-boiling.

There was even a contestant from Kordos Dorez who didn't seem to know why he had failed, and was now touching his bald head and looking at the blue mixture in the pot with a sad expression.

In this contrast, the professors of other schools talked a lot and set their eyes on the location of Hogwarts.

Their gaze is either jealous, envious, scrutinizing, and sometimes malice.

But Harley didn't care.

"Well done, Hallie." When Hallie returned to her seat at Hogwarts, Professor Slughorn was the first to congratulate her.

Professor Dumbledore looked at her with a smile as well, seemingly pleased with Harry's performance. Professor Snape was expressionless, but nodded slightly in approval.

"You're the first to finish making potions, so I'll say my vision won't be wrong." Mr. Delacour also came to his seat at Hogwarts from Beauxbatons.

He had come to watch as a Potions Master, so he didn't have to stay in his seat like the Beauxbatons professor.

"Fleur's progress is only going to take at least another fifteen minutes, far less than Ling.

It looks like you're probably the winner of the School of Magic Potions tournament. ”

"You're joking," said Harley modestly, "I'm not strong enough, and a lot of people have a chance to compete for the championship." ”

"It's okay to be humble with others, but it's okay to be so humble with me." Mr. Delacour shook his head,

"Don't forget, we've been talking to each other for a whole year, and we've exchanged so much Potions knowledge.

And the whims of your chats with other old fellows, who sometimes write to me to communicate.

So I've long been convinced that your level is not much worse than when we were younger. What you're missing now is just the accumulation of time.

After all, some potions take more than six months to brew, and there will be various accidents in between, which still take time to accumulate. ”

"Of course, this is our Hogwarts students." Professor Slughorn didn't let Harley say any more, and naturally took the conversation, with a smile on his face,

"Severus, her Potions professor, is my student, can I still have a problem with my level?"

……

As time went on, the players also finished the competition one after another and returned to their school seats.

To be selected to participate in the potions competition, most of the players are still passable.

With the exception of the bald player from Cordos, who apparently hadn't spent much time preparing the potion, everyone else handed in a barely passable answer.

The whistle finally blew for the end of the first round.

The Potions Masters in the referee's seat stepped down and began to check the quality of the potions brewed by the contestants.

It was clear that the small bottle of potion that Harley had handed in earlier had been passed on to the study.

But almost all of the judges went out of their way to Harry's cauldron and scooped up some observation coloring from the cauldron to check the remaining materials on Harley's table.

There was a particularly focused old man who even wanted to take a sip.

However, he was stopped by an old lady beside him, after all, this is a living hell potion, not a wisdom booster or brain awakening.

If you really want to take a sip, will you be a referee later?

These old people are too old, basically more than 100 years old, and many of them rely on homemade potions to hang their lives.

Therefore, even if they choose to test the drug by themselves in the usual experiments, they will not take the antidote easily, so as not to upset the fragile balance in the body.

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）

(End of chapter)