The Killer Turned Out to Be Me

"Honestly, I'd never seen contestants in the Magical School Potions Tournament this united before."

Behind the bar, Serena looked up at the young wizards gathered together and poured her old friend Slughorn a glass of Honey Wine, speaking with considerable emotion.

Albert had become the unquestioned center of the crowd. Only he could bring all the contestants together. Not everyone was as gifted with languages as he was, able to communicate effortlessly with students from every school.

"I suddenly understand why Dumbledore let Mr. Anderson enter the competition."

Professor Slughorn's words carried undisguised schadenfreude. Some things could be done in secret, but they could not be spoken aloud, much less brought into the open.

Every school knew that contestants had cheated throughout the history of the Potions Championship. It could even be said that cheating was a tradition of the Potions Championship, but no one ever said so publicly. They could not say it. Knowing it in their hearts was enough.

But now, things had turned out quite differently.

Albert had exposed the whole mess, laying bare the Potions Championship's dirty secrets before the contestants and completely igniting their anger.

If no one had stepped forward, the other contestants might have chosen to swallow their anger and keep all their frustration and dissatisfaction bottled up. After all, only a minority dared challenge authority.

But Albert's actions had caught them completely off guard. Even President Bernard had not expected things to develop this way.

Once someone stepped forward to voice their dissatisfaction, the others naturally no longer intended to endure it—especially after learning that the champion of this competition had already been handpicked by President Bernard for his own grandson.

That made it even more unbearable.

They were all outstanding talents of the same age. Who among them lacked pride?

Who