The magical knowledge contest was still going.
After the knowledge contest came the other events.
Potion brewing.
This event took a long time and should have been even more boring.
Yet it was the event the wizards looked forward to most.
It was the intermission.
"Protective glasses for sale!" A Hogwarts student carrying a backpack held up a pair of glasses that looked like sunglasses and called out.
Almost every row he reached greeted him with a rush of eager buyers.
Stella did not understand. Why buy glasses?
Lewis hurriedly bought two pairs and brought one back for Stella to put on.
"Last time, a contestant from Castelobruxo was brewing a Night Potion, but they put in glowgrass instead of nightgrass. The whole cauldron turned into one enormous Lumos."
"My brother watched that match," Lewis said, still shaken by the thought. "His eyes watered for an entire week afterward."
Hearing that, Stella hurriedly adjusted her glasses to make sure they were secure.
She did not want her eyes watering for a week. Lewis was still recounting past incidents.
For instance, during the second tournament, a Beauxbatons student had attempted the highly difficult Wolfsbane Potion, only to add the wrong ingredient, causing an explosion and covering themselves in shaggy wolf fur.
Apparently, that student had then spent half a month in Silver Cross Hospital.
There were also incidents like an owl feather accidentally drifting into Polyjuice Potion, leaving someone capable of nothing but hooting.
There was no shortage of such examples.
They had turned a dull event like potion brewing into a major attraction.
It had to be said that wizards had a wicked sense of humor.
Many promising young potion-makers were rather gloomy, sullen students, and the audience loved watching students like that embarrass themselves.
Seeing the student selling protective