Chapter 310 The First Project "Sometimes I always feel that your observation skills are a little too sharp." Professor Gale shook his head and said, "Okay, I admit that the bat is indeed not a natural magical creature, but a creation of magic." That is, a purely magical creature. Bruce thought, as expected, he continued to ask: "Professor Gale, if I continue to ask you, what is the purpose of the Tournament in creating this magical creature, will you tell me?" "What do you think?" Professor Gale spread his hands, his attitude was self-evident. In fact, since reconciling with Dumbledore, Grindelwald has entered a retirement mentality. His original aloof temperament had faded a lot, and he no longer cared about certain things. He no longer had any rebellious thoughts about what Dumbledore had told him to do. I drink tea and teach every day, occasionally visit the principal's office, and then come back to write a diary. Life is pretty good. This means that he really had no intention of breaking the rules and telling Bruce more information this time.
"If you say so, there's nothing I can do." Bruce sighed and said, "Let me change the question. What information do you have about this bat that you will never tell me?" "Well-" Professor Gale drawled, then said, "I would never tell you not to try and tame that bat, he won't cooperate with anyone." "he?" Bruce noticed a detail in Professor Gale's words. In the English context, it is pronounced differently and has a different meaning. By saying this, Professor Gale was hinting to Bruce that the bat had its own personality. Bruce nodded, his face expressionless: "Since you are unwilling to break the rules and are unwilling to tell me anything, I can only say goodbye." "That's right. Prepare honestly and don't always try to be clever." Professor Gale smiled and said, "Okay, get out of here!" He also has to write a diary. Bruce stood up and glanced casually at the diary. He didn't see any specific content, but he saw the name of a certain principal, which appeared too many times in the diary. …… Bruce doesn't feel too much pressure about the upcoming championship. The next day, Katoom flew back with a notebook in his claws. "finished." He threw the notebook in front of Bruce. "The production process is actually a little harder than I thought. Fortunately, I am very handy." Bruce took the notebook. The cover looked extremely old and didn't look like something that had just been made.
“This is a little design of mine.” Katum explained, "A book that seals the soul must have a sense of age, right?" He stood next to Bruce, looking like he was waiting for Bruce to praise him. "As expected of you!" Bruce said casually, then flipped open his notes. In an instant, he seemed to see countless familiar faces. Between the different pages, the crazy soul of the Joker twists like a jumping green flame; the soul of Poison Ivy is like a green vine wrapped with thorns, exuding deadly temptation and dangerous vitality; and the soul of Two-Face is half light and half dark... The souls of all the villains appeared before Bruce. Then, they faded into obscurity again, leaving only withered papers. Bruce turned to the last page, where Batman's lost soul was sleeping. I have to say that Katum's finished product this time is really good. Previously, those souls and consciousnesses were sealed in gems and were completely uncontrollable. Now that they have been replaced with the notes made by Katum, at least there won’t be any major problems. Bruce put away the soul notebook, and he finally felt a little relieved. Next, I can focus on solving the competition. … The day of the competition is coming soon. The competition venue was the Quidditch pitch, which had been transformed into a competition arena. The stands surrounding the arena were filled with students, teachers and people from the magical community from all over the world. But what puzzled Bruce was that there was nothing in the center of the arena except a crystal ball. Strange lights flickered in the sky, and magic formed a curtain that allowed everyone to see the details of the stadium. Ludo Bagman, director of the Sports and Physical Education Department, stood on a platform in the center of the stadium. He waved his wand and a golden light shot up into the sky, instantly attracting everyone's attention. "Welcome everyone to the competition!" His voice spread throughout the arena through the magic amplifier. "Today, these outstanding young wizards will show their magical skills, wisdom and courage here. This is not just a game, but also an exploration of the limits of magic!" There was loud applause from the stands, and the sound reached the contestants' waiting tent. Bruce was sitting on a bench, with Harry next to him. At this moment, the boy who survived the disaster seemed a little dazed and kept muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some spell. "You still seem nervous?" Bruce couldn't help asking. Harry heard what Bruce said, turned to look at him, and forced a smile. “I’ve actually gotten much better,” he said. “But stress is something you can’t just drive away.”
"I know." Bruce patted Harry's shoulder, trying to comfort him. Just then, the curtain of the tent was drawn aside, and a house-elf walked in, holding two cups of steaming potions in his hands. "Gentlemen, this is the calming potion that Mr. Bagman ordered to be prepared. He hopes that you can relax and play well." Ok? Bruce frowned. He had never heard of such an arrangement. "Are you sure Mr. Bagman prepared it?" Bruce asked the elf, "Isn't that cheating?" "No, sir, every contestant has one," the elf explained. is it? Bruce still didn't quite believe it, so he took the potion and smelled it. He could almost immediately smell the materials inside. They were all normal potion ingredients and there was no poisonous substance. Sun orchid, leech juice, salamander blood... etc-- Salamander blood? Isn't that what the enhancer is made of? "Are you sure this is something every player has? Is it arranged by the officials?" Bruce asked again. This time, the elf was clearly frightened, and he stammered, "Yes sir, I can't possibly lie!" "Okay, Bruce, I know you're cautious, but house elves won't hurt anyone." Harry said to Bruce as he took the calming potion and drank it in one gulp. A warm feeling spread from his stomach and Harry's expression relaxed a little. "Look, there's no problem!" Harry gave Bruce a bright smile. …… On the field, Dumbledore stood up beside Bagman and waved his wand, and the crystal ball in the center of the field began to flicker. Complex magic runes suddenly appeared on the originally empty playing field. These runes flashed blue light and continued to spread. Bagman's voice sounded again: "Young wizards, the game is about to begin. Please come out one by one and touch this crystal ball." As soon as he finished speaking, countless fireworks rose from behind him. The top seven competition has begun. (End of this chapter)