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Chapter 980: The Final Boss, Voldemort
Chapter 980: The Final Boss, Voldemort
Izabel walked forward, straightening Albert's robes with her hands and, ignoring her sister, kissed him on the lips before earnestly reminding him, "Be careful."
"You too," Albert smiled and said, "I'll be going first."
Today was the last day of the International Wizard Duelling Competition, and Albert never let his guard down before it ended, even though he had already seen himself winning the championship in his Crystal Ball. Some enemies would suddenly appear and deliver a fatal blow when you least expected it, so he dared not relax for a moment.
It was a very cliched plot, but it was also very deadly.
"Are you very worried?"
Katrina, looking at Albert's departing back, turned her head in confusion and asked Izabel.
Having watched the competition for two days in a row, she had some understanding of Albert's true strength. This guy was both cautious and formidable; he didn't need anyone to worry about him.
Just look at the arrangements he had made for them, the sisters.
Who else would disguise themselves as someone else with a complex potion while watching a competition? Even last night, when he was ambushed and assassinated by Death Eaters, that guy was completely fine. He even told them not to worry and that he had known they would come for him.
Most importantly, Albert had kept his true strength hidden, and so it was no wonder that Mr. Bade had bet on him winning the championship a few days ago.
The fact that the two of them dared to collude to make money from this matter showed that he truly had the strength to win the duelling competition.
"I just hope this duelling competition ends soon without any more incidents, and that we can safely return to Britain. It's most important. He's already been targeted by the Death Eaters, and it's not a good thing to stay here too long," Izabel said, not really caring whether Albert would win the championship or not; she just wanted everyone to be able to return to Britain safely.
Albert didn't lack for fame or money.
He had probably come to participate in the International Wizard Duelling Competition because of Gryffindor's adventurous spirit, which was a common trait among Gryffindor students.
Despite Albert's usual composure, students sorted into Gryffindor still had a natural penchant for adventure and excitement.
That much was evident from what Albert had done during his six years at Hogwarts.
Katrina looked at Izabel and sighed softly. She put her arm around her shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, if there's any danger, he'll definitely take us and run first."
She hadn't forgotten the backup plan Albert had left them. Even if something terrible happened in the stadium, they could still ensure their safe return to this safe house.
As long as they hid in the safe house protected by the Fidelius Charm, no one would be able to do anything to them.
While the McDougall sisters took the Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as two other adult women and headed for the stadium, Albert was already patiently waiting for the competition to begin in the players' lounge.
The detailed intelligence on the other three opponents had been handed over to him by Bade the night before.
It was unclear whether the organisers were deliberately stirring up trouble, but two of the four players were Dark Wizards, and the one he needed to be most vigilant about was the Russian Dark Wizard, Avje. This guy was very cruel; during the competition, he had actually killed two participants, and there were several players who had been seriously injured by his use of Dark Magic. The only lucky ones were those who were so frightened by his sinister reputation that they gave up the competition directly.
According to the information, the Dark Wizard Avje was very powerful, and ordinary offensive spells might not work on him. Now that he had Albert's intelligence, he would probably be prepared for Albert's initial moves.
But... Albert was not worried, as false intelligence could be deadly.
Moreover, if necessary, he could also take out his opponent. With his abilities, it would not be difficult to secretly eliminate an opponent who underestimated him.
The second opponent was Pierre from France, who was the runner-up in the previous competition. He was said to have been an Auror, and was strong and handsome, very popular, similar to Lockhart, and was suspected to be a ladies' man.
Well, after winning the championship, he wouldn't be able to participate again.
The third opponent was a German Dark Wizard named Percival. It was said that his father had followed Gellert Grindelwald and obtained part of the legacy of the first Dark Lord. He was also a very powerful Dark Wizard. Unlike the Dark Wizard Avje, this guy had not killed anyone, but he had still sent quite a few opponents to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Although he was considered a dark horse and had been hyped up by the public, not many spectators thought Albert could win the championship.
There was no way; compared to the previous three, Albert looked like a clueless little rabbit.
At the moment, only Percival from Russia hadn't arrived, while the other three players were already present.
Everyone was meditating and making their final preparations.
Perhaps to avoid conflict or other accidents, the resting areas of the four players were quite far apart, and each player had a dedicated staff member from the organisers explaining the competition process for the day.
According to the official witch, the rules for the final round were that the players would duel in pairs, with each person duelling the other three players, for a total of six duels.
Then, based on the wins and losses, two players would be selected for the final championship duel. The winner of the championship would take away most of the prize money, while the runner-up and third-place winner would receive a fraction of that amount.
Of course, there was actually no concept of runner-up and third place. These were just consolation prizes.
The inspection process for the International Wizard Duelling Competition was also a little different from what was expected. They would use a potion to check if anyone was using Felix Felicis.
As for why they weren't using Veritaserum, it was purely because the after-effects of that potion might have just worn off, and it could leave some residual symptoms that would be detrimental to the subsequent duels.
After explaining the competition process and checking for cheating, the witch also kindly reminded him to give up and not to persist if he encountered danger, as Dark Wizards were truly very dangerous.
"Thank you," Albert smiled and expressed his gratitude, and at the same time, he took the parchment that was handed to him, which was a flowchart of the duelling competition.
Was his first opponent Percival?
Albert sipped the expensive beverage provided by the organisers as he studied the competition flowchart, thinking about the tactics he might use when facing his opponents.
Just then, Albert seemed to sense something, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the blond, burly man who had just arrived, his brow furrowing deeply.
That man's gaze made Albert very uncomfortable, and his intuition told him that the Dark Wizard called Avje was very dangerous, extremely dangerous, and that he must stay away from him.
It was the first time Albert had felt such a strong sense of crisis.
Just then, the house-elf, Kara, suddenly sent a message, and Albert glanced at his wrist, his expression almost failing to hold up. Because the blond, burly man in front of him was not called Avje, but Tom Riddle.
In other words— Voldemort had come in person!
Albert almost cracked up on the spot!
Was this the final boss, Voldemort?
(End of Chapter)
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