Chapter 427? Food Intake (Modified)

Allen turned and walked into the room on the right, which was the Frost level where Harry was. A lot of potions had been spilled in front of Harry's table, and some medicinal herbs that had been cut up were scattered all over the place.

A thin layer of ice had already formed on Harry's nose and eyebrows. He held a small silver knife tremblingly in his hand. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned around stiffly and saw Alan. There was a gleam of hope in his eyes - his relationship with Severus Snape, the Hogwarts potions professor, had resulted in Harry's current Potions grade being the lowest of all subjects.

"Want to make a thawed potion?" Allen quickly understood the rules, "You are lucky to meet me."

Allen rolled up his magic robe and neatly handled the potion at the table. He raised the knife in his hand and moved so fast that he couldn't see clearly. The light screen belonging to Harry switched to play Alan's slow motion.

"This is a textbook-like operation. Oh, what a genius idea. He didn't pour in the salamander's blood at one time, but sprinkled it in three times. This kind of manipulation improves the stability of the medicine..." As the principal of the Durmstrang School of Magic, Karkaroff has a vicious vision, and he can see Alan's own innovative methods at a glance.

In the auditorium, Professor Snape pursed his lips and looked at Allen expressionlessly. But Slytherin, who was familiar with him, could still see approval in the professor's eyes.

Professor Snape was indeed praising Alan in his heart, but it was not because of Alan's outstanding performance, but because he found that Alan used methods that deliberately avoided the content in his Half-Blood Prince handbook. Allen has no intention of releasing the tactics without his consent.

Karkaroff, who took his attention away from Allen, turned his eyes to Brook Hernandez, the warrior of his school on the light screen, and pouted, "It's really unlucky, his worst thing is astronomy class."

Brooke on the screen is in a room full of stars. The starry sky above his head is divided into six areas, and a silver date floats below each area. One of the star charts corresponding to the date is laid out. Once you make a mistake, you will be hit by the electric current released by the star.

And Brook obviously doesn't have this ability. His originally meticulously combed hair stood on end, the muscles on his face convulsed and trembled, and blue electric currents continued to flow through his body, obviously he had been severely punished.

In a room covered with Arabic numerals on the walls, Fleur walked around anxiously, her beautiful hair messed up by her. There are six kinds of math problems in the room, and Fu Rong chose the most girly one—cutting the cake.

On a white table, there is a pink cake that is not too small, decorated with four bright red and attractive strawberries.

What makes Furong difficult is to cut the cake. Sitting around the table were six little dolls, smiling and looking at the messyly cut cake in the middle of the hibiscus.

When Furong found out that she had made a mistake in dividing the cake, the dolls clamored for Furong to finish the piece of cake that failed to be cut. Cut into pieces. Her mood was getting more and more irritable.

After the fifth doll appeared, Furong waved her magic wand skillfully—she had repeated this action many times. She cut each strawberry, divided each strawberry into five equal parts, a total of 20 pieces, and then divided them equally among each doll.

At this time, the sixth villain appeared...

As the number of people increased, Furong became more and more frantic, and she felt broken. Although this was her last chance to challenge, even if she couldn't figure it out, as long as she ate it, she should be able to pass the level, but she had already eaten it. I ordered two pieces of strawberry cake, although it was not as big as the normal size because it was distributed to dolls, but it was far more than what a lady should eat, and now it is live broadcasting...

The audience outside the court are also thinking about how to divide. For the vast majority of pure blood and even Muggle wizards in the UK,

Mathematics is a mysterious thing.

Hermione was sitting in the auditorium, with a notebook spread out on her lap, holding a quill in her hand, sliding desperately on the parchment paper: the cake is a 360-degree X1/6=60-degree cake ;Strawberries are 4X1/6=2/3 strawberries; so how to ensure that each person can get an exact 2/3 of strawberries in the end... Hermione finally came to a conclusion entangled - cut each of the four strawberries Into 15 strands, a total of 60 strawberry strands, and then divided into ten strands per person. Perfect!

Fu Rong on the screen finally figured it out. After she divided the cake with a knife and fork, the seventh doll appeared...

Hermione in the seat wailed, took out the quill again, and worked hard to calculate.

Luna rested her chin on her hands, and held a leaf that she picked up from nowhere in her mouth. She held Hermione's hand that was scratching her disheveled hair vigorously: "Don't count, just squeeze the cake into juice, one cup per person." Enough."

Hearing this, Penello pursed her red lips impatiently when she saw Luna's calm appearance: "It's really troublesome, if it were me, I would smash the extra dolls one by one, wouldn't it be all right? This topic doesn't state that no attacks on dolls are allowed like in the potion challenge."

In the frosty room where Harry and Alan were, Harry watched Alan's smooth movements with great anticipation.

Soon, the steaming thawing potion was successfully brewed by Allen. He first divided a cup and handed it to Harry. Harry swallowed a big gulp trembling, and his pale complexion returned to normal. Allen poured the remaining potion into the wide open mouth of the wood carving in front of the table, and easily took the gem from the wood carving's hand.

"It's not fair! The Hogwarts warriors are helping each other, and I strongly request to stop this kind of group cheating." Madam Maxim was worried about Fleur's performance. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help standing up angrily and shouting. road.

"The rules only say that you can't attack each other, but it doesn't say that you can't help each other." Karkaroff's calmness made Madam Maxim look sideways. Shouldn't this guy come to condemn Hogwarts with him?

Dumbledore on the side stared solemnly at Allen in the light screen, his eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses were full of worry.

Karkaroff took Dumbledore's look into his eyes, and sneered, not to mention that Allen is his new master now, even if Allen was just his student, he would have already held him in his palm, what do you want? give what.

At this time, Allen also entered the room of the digital level where Furong was. He was surprised to see that Furong swallowed the last bite of cake with pain on her face without any ladylike image.

Her lower abdomen bulged slightly, obviously suffering from pain.

Allen took out the thawing potion he made in the Frost level, shared it with Furong and introduced its use to her.

"Fortunately, I don't have to drink it... Alan, Mrs. Harris won't come to watch the game, right?" Fleur took the potion and asked worriedly.

"Of course she will come to watch, you have to work hard!" Allen encouraged.

"Oh, no!" Fleur patted herself on the forehead. When she met Mrs. Harris last time, she told Mrs. Harris that she had very little food.