The Daily Prophet used only a single sentence to gloss over Albert Anderson's victory in the International Wizarding Duelling Competition held in Spain.
Yet, for those who had witnessed the Duelling Competition firsthand, the final match had been a profound and unforgettable duel.
At that moment, in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius was vividly recounting to everyone what had happened at the International Wizarding Duelling Competition in Spain some time ago.
Ever since he had finished telling the story of how the Death Eaters had tried to send someone to assassinate Albert, only to be wiped out in one fell swoop, every meal had become everyone's happiest time, because Sirius always found the time to continue the story he had yet to finish.
Though it sounded utterly unbelievable, those things had truly happened, rather than being stories Sirius had made up himself.
"Anyway, it was a truly spectacular and unforgettable duel." Ignoring the reproachful look Mrs. Weasley gave him, Sirius cleared his throat and continued, "At the time, Voldemort seemed to have used Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as a dark wizard called Avfje. That fellow had already used Dark magic to kill two opponents in earlier duels and sent several others to hospital. He was an exceptionally cruel man. I think Voldemort probably intended to use that man's identity as cover to murder Albert."
"After all, given dark wizard Avfje's usual methods, killing other opponents in the following matches would not have seemed strange." Sirius's lips curled upward slightly. "However, Albert saw through Voldemort's scheme at a glance."
"He saw through it at a glance?" Bill asked in surprise.
"Yes. The moment Voldemort entered the competitors' lounge, Albert saw through him at once," Sirius said with a nod. "That's what Dumbledore said."
"How did he see through