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Chapter 77 Potions Competition

Chapter 77 Potions Competition

"Mr. Irving, I'm so sorry!!!"

No one expected that Harry Potter would apologize to Owen in front of the entire school, not even Owen himself. Perhaps—he finally realized that the so-called "savior" was not his own ability.

"Ten points for Gryffindor, for Mr. Harry Potter bravely admitting his mistake and apologizing!"

Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, and everyone else applauded, except for Snape, who rolled his eyes. He was doing everything he could to boost Gryffindor's reputation—no one else could do that!

Owen smiled and clapped along, but before he could say anything, Snape pulled him away.

"The International Wizarding Potions Competition?"

"Yes, it's the Potions Tournament, which is held every seven years. I've participated in previous years, but this time it's your turn."

No, this competition sounds like a pretty high-class event. What's with that disgusted look on your face?

Owen thought about it and decided it wouldn't hurt to go out and take a look. Who knows, he might be able to develop a few new potions that people could drink through this competition!

"Okay, when do we start?"

"Five days later, but I heard that the rules of this competition have changed a bit. You'd better arrive a day early and study the rules first."

"Wait, what are the rules for brewing potions?" Owen was a little confused. "Is it that you can't light a fire, or that you can't process the herbs?"

Snape's expression of disgust deepened: "It was fine before, a competition for potions masters to exchange ideas, but it's gotten worse and worse lately, so I'm not going anymore."

"Um—Professor, I'd like to ask, what rules did you encounter last year?"

"Open-air refining of glow-in-the-dark potions."

"hiss!!!"

Owen gasped, then looked at Snape with a godlike gaze and said, "You—you succeeded?"

"How could that be? You know perfectly well that the Shadow Flower in the Glowing Potion cannot be exposed to light. Even if you use tricks to remove it, it still cannot be exposed to light the day after the potion is finished. That's why no one won the last competition; they all failed."

Irving fell silent for a moment before finally speaking, "Professor, my abilities are limited, perhaps—"

"You agreed."

Back in the lounge, Irving didn't go to sleep right away. Instead, he hugged the big cat, his eyes glazed over.

When did the aloof Professor Snape start playing dirty tricks?

That one sentence, "You agreed," left me with nowhere to retreat or defend. It seems that in the future, I will need to be wary of not only Dumbledore, but also Professor Snape.

Why do the professors seem to have changed as I've grown up?

Sigh—what a worry!

This year's teachers are getting harder and harder to manage!

Over the next few days, Owen was preparing for the tournament. He had already decided that if the rules were normal, he would make potions normally; if the rules were abnormal, then he would take action. He wouldn't even be able to predict what strange potions he would make.

When it was time to leave, Snape came to see Owen off. He stared at him for a while, and finally sighed helplessly: "It's okay if you fail, just try not to kill anyone."

Irving's calm expression was shattered by these words: "Professor, that's a bit too much. Let's try something else, like trying not to kill them all?"

Snape's expression changed: "No, if anything unexpected happens, it's best to kill them all. If necessary, I'll allow you to use the Unforgivable Potion!"

Dumbledore couldn't stand it anymore. If they continued to communicate like this, listening to their vocabulary, what kind of competition was this?

Owen left, and his journey took him from England to South Africa. But no sooner had he stepped off the plane than a flying carriage arrived and transported him directly to the Fire Dragon Reserve in Romania.

Owen was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at the tournament organizers and said, "This year's rules... haven't they changed to using dragon breath to brew potions?"

The other person was taken aback by his question, then rolled their eyes and said, "What are you thinking? How is that possible? This competition requires materials from dragons. The rules are that you must obtain enough materials within the protected area within ten days, and then refine the relevant magic potion within five days. The one with the highest quality will win."

Owen wanted to write a letter. He wanted to write to Professor Snape to convey this strange rule and ask him when the Potions Master needed to risk his life like this.

"May I ask what the principle behind this rule is?"

How valuable is a Potions Master?

To put it another way, if Professor Snape were to quit teaching and announce that he was going to open a solo studio, then all the wealthy forces and individuals in the wizarding world would flock to him seeking cooperation.

The cost of a pot of Felix Felicis is one thousand Gallons, but it's sold by the drop—three to five thousand Gallons for five drops. Even then, it's hard to find a buyer.

So Owen really wanted to know where the logic behind participating in a potion contest, where you not only have to bring your own materials, but also have to go to the dragon sanctuary and risk your life against the dragons, came from?

"It was decided by the president. He thinks that potion masters only know how to concoct potions, and this kind of competition lacks entertainment value, so he wants to add some exciting elements. A potion master also needs to have the corresponding strength, right?"

At this point, the staff member whispered, "Actually, it was because we were provoked by the alchemists. The alchemy competition two years ago was organized in the same way. The president believed that we potion masters were no weaker than the alchemists, so he organized this one too."

Irving's lips twitched violently: "There aren't many participants this year, are there?"

"There are definitely far fewer now —"

Take a deep breath!

Take another deep breath!

Then Owen calmed down and said, "Where is the guild master? I'd like to pay him a visit, especially since I've recently developed a new potion that I'd like to invite him to try."

Without much thought, the staff member replied, "No need. The president was beaten up on his way here yesterday, but the injury wasn't serious and won't affect the competition."

Irving clapped his hands angrily: "Who acted so quickly!"

He arrived two days early. In those two days, dozens more potion masters came to participate. After hearing the new rules, some turned around and left, abandoning the competition, while others stayed with great interest.

The materials on a fire dragon are all top-grade: dragon bones, dragon blood, dragon scales, and so on. They are all good medicinal materials with extremely high prices. Even if a magician is not short of money, he would still be unable to refine magic potions made from such materials.

Now it's great! You can pick up the materials yourself, and there's no limit. This is a rare opportunity!

Isn't it just a fire dragon?

Is this a problem for a true potion master?

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