Harry was a little disappointed, maybe it should be said, that his expectations were a little too high?

In the first duel, Arthur Phoenix, who came from a 'small place', gave Harry a lot of fun, although his mastery of spells was somewhat unsatisfactory, after all, outside of the three major schools, other magic schools and magical education institutions in Europe were not well staffed, and the Ministry of Magic, which existed in a small country, could not grasp any big resources, and it was impossible to allocate funds, and even Hogwarts could not enjoy the special education funds from the Ministry of Magic in England, let alone others.

But Arthur's mastery of Transfiguration made Harry's eyes shine, to be honest, he saw a trace of a master in Arthur, of course, Arthur today can't be compared to Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall has an equally profound grasp of charms, if she uses Transfiguration to fight Harry.

Harry had thought about it before, but after seeing Professor McGonagall easily form a one-man army, he gave up on the idea of being beaten into a pig's head.

I don't know if anyone has ever seen the Gundam in the wizarding world, although the Transfiguration is a low-profile beggar version, it can't stand the low cost of this thing to only need to pay a little bit of magic, those heavily armed cannon fodder magic Gundams can not only consume all the remaining magic power when they are destroyed to give you a deadly self-detonation, no carbon-based creature wants to have an intimate sticker with the cloud burst bomb, and the instantaneous heat of thousands of degrees is enough to carbonize all flesh and blood life.

What, you laid out the fire spell on yourself in advance? What kind of defense should be used against an oxygen-free environment that will last at least four or five minutes, a shock wave with a speed of more than 2,500 meters per second?

The golems endowed with highly realistic intelligence were not the ones that Harry had just hammered and burst that could touch the porcelain, and the magical golems made by real living shapeshifts had a clear division of labor between the distance, the middle and the near, and were no less than a disciplined and fearless death squad.

But even Brother Arthur, who was so immature and couldn't stand Harry's seriousness for three seconds, was actually the best Harry had ever seen in this competition.

Harry, who didn't vomit and didn't vomit, ended the whole game very depressed.

After waiting for the other party to use the first set of spells, Harry could almost recognize how many pounds and taels the guy on the other side had, Harry, who was too lazy to move, twisted in place casually, and after passing the flying spells, he raised the ebony and returned a perfunctory faint, those ordinary iron armor spells were almost the standard for their first round of spells, but the magic shield that could not be formed was directly ignored by the magic penetration of the ebony wood, and they couldn't figure out why they suddenly fainted all of a sudden.

There were even reports of Harry cheating and a group of people who were not used to Harry's pretending to come in solidarity, but neither Harry nor the tournament committee paid any attention to their barking.

"I can't stop a spell. You're enough to make me pretend to be a force in front of you. ”

Harry, who had filled up his hatred points, didn't bother to bother with the group of defeated dogs that looked like they were going to eat him alive, and after getting a ticket to the next round from the organizing committee, he walked out of the huge duel venue with his hands in his pockets.

Professor Flitwick gave everyone a day off, there are still plenty of places to visit in Austria, many Hogwarts students are out of England for the first time, and the wizarding world in Austria is a bit more 'small', but there are still a lot of check-in points that are worth seeing.

For example, the dancers in Vienna, all of them are enchanting, the music taverns here are very famous, just order a three-Galleon Saint Laurent craft beer, the enthusiastic dancers will be around you, if you are generous enough to pay ten Galleons for the hourly room, then good things will happen.

Heading straight for Vienna's best and most famous Kublin tavern, Harry wasn't interested in dancing or anything else, he just wanted to try the highly-rated white wines.

"The girl's white silk?"

"Are you sure that's the name of the wine? Is it serious? ”

After a brief conversation with the tavern's waiter, Harry had some doubts about the book's regularity, as it was a tavern recommended by Professor Flitsch, and it did not serve three galleons of Saint Laurent.

"Yes, sir, we only do serious business."

The waiter who answered Harry's doubts may also have goblin blood, but he is a little taller than Professor Flitwick, and his ears are not pointy, maybe the goblin blood is a little far away, he looks more like a normal twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, as a real twelve or thirteen boy, Harry is looking down at him at this time.

"Is that still the girl's black silk, fans, the girl's Balenciaga and the girl's Fuge?"

"It seems that you are a drinker of great taste, sir." The young waiter bowed slightly, "But you didn't say anything. ”

Harry: "."

Harry, who felt that he had been tricked, was silent for a moment, and then discharged a stack of gold galleons that emitted a charming golden light, the number of which was not counted, about three or five hundred.

"Bring me a bucket of girl's fuge."

"But the girl only has white silk, not Fuge." The waiter with a sad face opened his mouth pitifully, and he had eyes and didn't know the big money lord, and his intestines were blue at the moment.

"Fuge can have white silk, well, I'm pretty sure." Harry remembers very well that when he first played with Fleur in Switzerland, she wore Fleur's white silk, which was easy to tear.

"This." The waiter, who was dazzled by the light emitted by Jin Garon, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and made a decision against his ancestors, "No problem, a bucket of the girl's Fuge." ”

"I'm going to replace the wrong sign, but where do you need to get this bucket for you, sir?"

Isn't it just a change of name? Even if it is discovered by the father, at most it is a rattan butt, compared to the golden cutie, this is not a problem.

"Don't send it anywhere, just take it directly to moisten your throat."

The unsuspecting waiter filled the tray with a heavy layer of gold, and then bowed respectfully and took leave.

He didn't forget to wave his finger when he left, and replaced the liquor plate with the girl's white silk written on it with the girl's Fuge.

Just as Harry was eating snacks and listening to songs, watching the dancing girl twist her waist seductively, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open, and a familiar figure walked in, it was Arthur Phoenix, after the game, Harry didn't see him again, but Arthur also successfully advanced, and a defeat did not affect him to stand out.

Harry beckoned at him, curious about how he had learned his intriguing transfiguration technique for the only 'opponent' he could look at.

(End of chapter)