The Master Actor

Albert was determined to win the Magical School Potions Tournament. He felt no pressure at all about secretly playing dirty tricks on Gai Bernard. Humming the theme from "Harry Potter," he strolled along the forest path, occasionally stopping to observe and gather magical plants by the roadside, or finding somewhere to sit and rest for a while.

He truly had no idea what the Event Organizer was thinking. Did they seriously believe the contestants could last ten hours in a place like this without supplies? The hills were not particularly steep, but climbing still took strength. On top of that, they had to stay alert for poisonous, dangerous, and deadly magical plants or dangerous Magical Creatures, while also searching for the potion ingredients they needed. The physical exertion was enormous. And if they ventured too deeply into the Magical Garden, Albert seriously doubted whether the contestants would have enough strength to walk back.

Suddenly, Albert seemed to realize something and looked up toward the distant forest. Red Sparks rose not far away. One of the contestants had run into trouble and had no choice but to abandon the competition and seek help from the patrol.

"Something seems to have happened over there?"

A voice came from the bushes ahead. A girl from Castelobruxo, speaking fluent Spanish, pushed aside the branches and appeared before Albert.

"The patrol should already be on their way. He'll be fine." Albert pulled out his wand and gestured for the girl to stop.

"I thought you'd say we had one less competitor." The girl from Castelobruxo spread her hands to show she meant no harm. "My name is Daniela, Daniela Gonzalez. I'm from Peru."

"Albert Anderson. British."

"I know. Everyone says you're a genius." Daniela studied Albert. "I'm more curious about how many languages you actually