Hallie's form soon reappeared.

She filled some of the potions into the vial, then sat down, quietly waiting for the others to finish the game.

The second round is not over yet, and the winner will be born after this match, so players who have finished brewing potions cannot leave the field halfway.

The judges' eyes were full of anticipation, and they were clearly eager to go down and study Harry's potion.

However, considering that this may cause mental stress to the other players, which will affect the result, they are still sitting comfortably in the referee's seat.

Only one referee went down and brought the bottle of potion, and kept passing it on for everyone to enjoy.

At this point, one of the slowest players happened to walk out of the Enchanted Garden.

The Brazilian Castrobusche native was confident that he had found a lot of hard-to-find ingredients and was ready to brew some potions that were unique to Brazil.

Then he saw Harley sitting in his seat with her eyes closed, resting with the potion in front of her.

The player was stunned and subconsciously slapped himself.

I've just found all the ingredients, why has someone already boiled all the potions?

Is this fair? Is this reasonable? Is there still humanity in this world? Is this genius?

With a sense of grief and indignation, he quickly returned to his place. After all, if you don't start again, there may not be enough time.

However, his expression was occasionally in a trance, and he was obviously hit. As for whether this pot of potions can be boiled successfully, it is questionable.

As time passed, potions were freshly baked, and various colors of steam converged in the square.

The sun was setting in the west, and President Hector blew his magic whistle: "It's time!"

Ask the players to extinguish the flame at the bottom of the cauldron and stop doing anything.

If there is any abnormal behavior, we will deduct points according to the situation, and serious cases will be determined as cheating. ”

None of the contestants dared to ignore President Hector's warning, and they all stopped their movements.

The judges quickly left their seats, but instead of spreading out to score as in the first game, they gathered en masse in front of Hallie's cauldron.

"It's amazing!" An old lady pointed her wand at the remaining liquid in the pot where the phantom grass was soaked, and kept exclaiming,

"I actually came up with this method to avoid the defects of Phantom Grass that contains too little magic power and unstable nature!

I think Grillo was stuck at this point in the first place. ”

"Yes, Elifia," answered the old man beside him,

"Master Grillo would probably be glad if he knew that the method he proved wrong could actually be realized."

Harley had already silently stepped aside, ceding territory to the referees.

At this time, she was thinking in her heart, and when she went back, she would write a paper on her improvement of the illusion potion and submit it to "Potions Master".

When the time comes, I will authorize the patent of the pharmacy to the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association, and the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association will naturally collect the patent fees for itself.

They weren't going to offend the potential rising stars of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the sake of a potion's patent.

Professor Slughorn had already helped Harley plan the plan.

Although I don't know why after the formula was published, the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association was still able to receive royalties.

But since Professor Slughorn was sure, Harley didn't ask any more questions.

After all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and this is not Hallie's forte.

The Masters finally restrained their excitement and began to go to the other contestants to review the results.

Before leaving, President Hector also patted Harley on the shoulder: "Kid, when the game is over, I think we can talk about the illusion potion again." ”

At this time, the other players were already confused.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Why didn't the judges look at me, but surrounded that Harley Potter?

What exactly is the magic of her potions? Does that mean I'm lost?

It wasn't until the referee walked up to them that they came to their senses, no longer thinking about what Harley had done, but respectfully trying to introduce their potions to the referee.

However, the referees are well-informed, so why do they need to be introduced by the players? They can even say that they know more about the potions in front of them than the contestants.

Moreover, the potions chosen by the group of players in front of them are not new at all, and they are basically the potions that their predecessors have made many times.

Only the potions made by Fleur barely managed to reach the eyes of the Potions masters. She brewed a weakened version of the fast-acting vitality tonic.

This is a trick that Mr. Dracul taught to Fleur, and it is said that Fleur's grandfather who married Mei Wa spent a lot of time transforming it.

(There's a bug here, grandma and grandmother are the same word in English, and the version the author is looking at translates that the hair in Fleur's wand is her grandmother's.)

So the author said earlier that Meiwa is Fleur's grandmother. But in fact, according to the description in the seventh part, Fleur's Meiwa bloodline should be inherited from her mother.

This should be a translation issue, but the author will not dwell on it. ）

The general vitality tonic is very effective, but the effect is too strong, and it is easy to overdo it.

The tonic effect of this modified version of the Energizing Tonic is slightly diminished, milder, and at the same time works faster and can be applied to a wider range of situations.

In this regard, the Potions masters also gave a high evaluation.

However, compared to the illusion potion that Harley almost single-handedly improved, Fleur was still slightly inferior.

As for the last player to come out of Castrobusche, he seems to have suffered a lot of blows, so there was a problem with the brewing process, and the quality of the potion was extremely poor.

Although this potion is also one of the more difficult ones, he still can't compete for the title.

In this round, the referees did not give a specific score for each player, after all, the champion is clear at a glance.

"Well, there is no doubt that our champion has been born!" President Hector returned to the referee's seat and said in a loud voice,

"Congratulations to Miss Harry Potter for winning this year's School of Witchcraft Potions Tournament!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience, and Professor Slughorn threw his wizarding hat up as if the victory had been his own.

But he was the only Hogwarts professor who was happy.

Both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape left early two days ago, and the current Hogwarts lead professor is Professor Slughorn.

Although there were many wizards in the applause, the applause was not so heartfelt, especially most of the players and professors of the magic school were not very happy.

But they weren't willing to give Hogwarts face for the sake of such a trivial matter. After all, everyone basically has a champion, and one defeat does not mean eternal defeat.

And most people don't think they're particularly unlucky, at least better than the guy who got sneak up on Vagado and the two unlucky guys in Kordos Dorez.

Vagado's players originally wanted to make trouble, but they were directly suppressed by their headmaster.

What are you kidding, don't you know what virtues you have? The butt is not clean in the first place, and it would be good if the organizer was not biased towards others, and still want to find trouble?

What a vegetarian for the Potions masters!

Everyone at the bottom has their own thoughts, and on the stage, Hallie walked up to the award seat that had just been conjured up under the watchful eye of everyone.

President Hector personally handed the golden cauldron to Hallie, the symbol of the champion, and sent his blessing.

Harley lifted the golden cauldron aloft with a big smile on her face.

Many people looked at her young face and thought of the description in the source: Harry Potter was also thirteen years old at the end of July this year.

"Living in the same era as such a genius, I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky." Someone whispered, a bitter expression on his face.

Perhaps the birth of a genius could solve countless puzzles and take an epic step forward in the field of potions.

But for others in her batch, it was nothing short of devastating.

But this is a helpless thing, who let them be born at the wrong time, in the same era as geniuses?

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

(End of chapter)