Tradition Again

The utterly unlucky Wagadu student had served as a warning to all the contestants: the Magical School Potion Championship was nowhere near as safe as everyone had imagined. Quite a few dangerous plants in the Magical Gardens could cause the contestants no end of trouble and even threaten their lives.

Albert suddenly understood why that headmaster had refused to let the fourteen-year-old Sigmund Bach participate in the Magical School Potion Championship.

However, that had happened several centuries ago. Albert had no idea what the circumstances had truly been, so he had no intention of judging Sigmund Bach's situation.

What Albert cared more about was whether "Sigmund Bach's Last Wish" could be completed smoothly, and how much it would benefit him once it was done.

Albert Anderson was a practical man.

To ensure no unexpected mishaps occurred during the task, Albert stayed in his room during the afternoon break and performed a divination for tomorrow's first round. What he saw in the Crystal Ball was fairly satisfactory.

Before going to bed that night, Albert drank some Dreamless Sleep Potion to ensure himself a good night's sleep.

In fact, the Magical School Potion Championship organizers had also prepared similar potions for the contestants, so no one would be too nervous to sleep at night and everyone could compete in their best condition the next day. It was exceptionally considerate.

When Albert woke the next day, he felt in excellent condition. But when he went downstairs for breakfast, he found the atmosphere in the tavern hall rather strange. Everyone looked tense, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

It could not be helped. They were all rivals. The fact that they had not started arguing already showed considerable restraint.

Last night, a male wizard in bright green robes had