The Daily Prophet covered the results of the International Wizard Duelling Competition held in Spain with just a single sentence, casually glossing over Albert Anderson's victory as Duelling Champion.
Yet, to those who had witnessed the competition firsthand, the final match had been a profound and unforgettable duel.
At that moment, in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place No. 12, Sirius was vividly recounting to everyone what had happened at the International Wizard Duelling Competition in Spain some time ago.
Ever since he had finished telling the story of how the Death Eaters had tried to assassinate Albert, only to be wiped out in one fell swoop, every mealtime had become everyone's happiest time. Sirius always found time to continue the story he had yet to finish.
Though it all sounded utterly unbelievable, those things had really happened. They were not stories Sirius had made up himself.
"In short, it was an exceptionally brilliant 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 Avdjey. That fellow had already used Dark Magic to kill two opponents in earlier duels and sent others to the hospital. He was an extremely cruel man. I think Voldemort probably intended to use that man's identity as cover to murder Albert."
"After all, given Dark Wizard Avdjey's usual conduct, it would not have been strange for him to kill another opponent in the following matches." Sirius's lips curled slightly. "However, Albert saw through Voldemort's Conspiracy at a glance."
"He saw through it at a glance?" Bill asked in astonishment.
"Yes, Voldemort had barely arrived in the contestants' Common Room before Albert saw through him at a glance." Sirius nodded. "That's what