The Harm of Inferior Products
Galleon is a good thing!
Its usefulness is just as strong as its appeal.
When Truman announced that the champion of the Wizard Card tournament might receive ten Galleon, it immediately attracted the attention of many students. They were initially somewhat surprised and began to doubt the veracity of the news, but they still developed an interest in the Wizard Card Club that was preparing to host the tournament. They were soon astonished to discover that the club actually had a whopping forty-five members.
However, what surprised them even more was that the Wizard Card Club was actually founded by the Genius Wizard Albert Anderson, meaning that the Galleon were paid by this genius.
The initial impressions of Hogwarts students of Albert Anderson can be described in just a few words: genius, lucky, and rich.
Without a doubt, Albert could afford the Galleon.
Students drawn to Galleon began to explore and learn about Wizard Card, and their overall impression of this new card game was that it was simple, fun, and offered a high degree of freedom.
For a time, the Wizard Card Tournament became a hot topic of conversation among many Hogwarts students.
Although the game is still in its early stages and the cards used are of poor quality and rough, students who have seen the initial finished cards do not think that the game will stop here.
What intrigued them even more was that the character cards used in Wizard Card were actually students from various colleges. Some members of Wizard Card Club even had their own cards, each with unique effects and signatures.
"I can't believe how many people have signed up all of a sudden!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, staring at the list.
On the third day after the news was released, club members began to approach Lee Jordan to register and inquire about the championship prize money.
Lee Jordan, following Albert's instructions, initially registered the participants and reminded them that once the champion's prize of ten Galleon was confirmed, they would need to pay a registration fee of two Sickle, and that there would only be thirty-two final spots available.
If they are willing to pay the registration fee to continue participating in the competition, they will be given priority to be included in the participant list.
"Galleon's charm is even more terrifying than I imagined," Albert couldn't help but remark.
Even those who were initially uninterested in Wizard Card have started to learn how to play Wizard Card, and many students have come to him to sign up and join the Wizard Card Club.
After all, it's just a loose organization that only meets once a month, and it won't matter if you don't attend.
"Is the party still in the hall tomorrow?" George suddenly asked.
"Hmm, we can use the table at the end of the hall," Albert replied after thinking for a moment.
"I thought you would find a classroom." Fred was surprised. He felt that having gatherings in the lobby all the time was not a good idea, as it made the club seem very informal.
If Albert knew their thinking, he would definitely want to complain. Holding it in the hall was obviously to attract more people. The more people there were in the club, the more people would become interested in Wizard Card and take the initiative to learn about them.
If one day most of the students at Hogwarts enjoy playing Wizard Card, the monthly gathering will be very lively, and that day will be a grand feast.
"Games are more fun when everyone plays together," Albert reminded us with a smile. "Hogwarts is just a starting point for us."
The brief exchange ended with breakfast. Today was the day to travel to Hogsmeade, and they were still preparing to leave early to avoid Hogsmeade other students.
"Oh, by the way, can we come with you later..." Fred raised his hand to scratch his forehead, asking a little awkwardly.
"We are also interested in brewing Baruffio's Brain Elixir," George immediately added.
"Well... that should be fine, Mr. Dagworth didn't say in his letter that we can't bring people along." Albert thought for a moment and then reminded him, "But I must tell you in advance that this will definitely not be a pleasant experience, and given your knowledge of Potions, you may not learn anything useful in the end."
After receiving Albert's kind reminder, Fred and his two companions ultimately decided to go with Albert to visit Potions Master Mr. Dagworth.
Dagworth's house was located in a secluded corner of Hogsmeade, a place rarely disturbed by people. As they approached, they had a strange feeling that it might have been uninhabited for a long time.
When Albert went up to knock on the door, a House-elf opened it for them.
"Please come in, Mr. Anderson, and these gentlemen as well." The House-elf warmly ushered Albert and his companions into the hall, a rather comfortable place with a fireplace burning by the fireplace. The House-elf quickly served them hot drinks and cakes.
"Where is Mr. Dagworth?" Albert asked as he picked up the steaming hot milk tea, took a small sip, and put the cup down.
"My master will be here soon. He instructed me to treat you well." The House-elf bowed slightly to Albert and slowly left the room.
All three were surprised by the treatment Albert received.
"I suddenly understand why Albert likes to have afternoon tea with Professor Smith," Lee Jordan said sourly after taking a bite of Honeydukes's best cake. "This treatment is truly exceptional."
"You definitely wouldn't get this treatment," Fred and George couldn't help but tease. "If you went, you'd probably be put in solitary confinement."
"Hmph, you've been put in solitary confinement more times than I have," Lee Jordan retorted without backing down.
Soon after, a deep green flame suddenly rose from the fireplace in the hall, and Hertok Dagworth emerged from the flames, greeting Albert with a smile. He was not surprised that Albert had brought his other companions with him.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long," Dagworth said.
"Your milk tea is pretty good," Albert said. Fred and the others were a little reserved, unsure of what to say.
"Come with me. This laboratory hasn't been used in a long time. To be honest, I haven't lived here since I moved out of Hogsmeade." Dagworth led them to the laboratory door and reminded them with a serious expression, "Although there's nothing dangerous in the laboratory anymore, I still want to remind you not to touch anything, especially when I'm brewing Potions, or I'll have to kick you out."
Of course, all three of Fred's friends could tell that this was Dagworth's warning to them.
The laboratory was not what the four had imagined. They had expected to see a scene similar to the Potions Classroom, but there were only many empty cabinets.
"To be honest, I really don't understand why you want to brew Baruffio's Brain Elixir. It's one of the Potions that the Ministry of Magic forbids from being concocted privately. Most people who make it are idiots," Dagworth muttered, fiddling with the cauldron.
"Why do you say that?" Fred asked curiously.
"Because those guys always brew some defective products, and then they poison themselves half to death. Some unlucky ones even become idiots because of it." Dagworth sneered, "As far as I know, there are several such idiots in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. They ruined their brains by drinking inferior Baruffio's Brain Elixir and have to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a long time."