Hogwarts executioner

Chapter 130 The little thoughts of the old chess king

The two left the lounge together. Anderson and Mag were both at the door. Next to them was a handsome middle-aged wizard. Several reporters followed William, hoping to conduct an interview.

The middle-aged wizard saw William and said, "Mr. Smith, I am Denzel Pace, the professor of Beauxbaton's prophecy class. Mr. Nicole May told me to tell you that you must leave France before six o'clock in the evening, otherwise you will die." Danger."

William asked: "Thank you for reminding me. I wonder if sir has mentioned the specific dangers."

Denzel Pace shook his head and said, "No, all I see are blood and corpses. The Ministry of Magic is already mobilizing Aurors and anti-dark wizards."

Gary Anderson was worried, and Professor McGonagall said: "Thank you, I will take them away tonight."

Denzel nodded and left with a worried look on his face.

"Minerva, maybe we can return to Hogwarts now, for the sake of William's safety." Anderson said.

Mag was noncommittal and asked: "William, what about you, what do you think?"

William said: "Mr. Denzel said that before six o'clock in the evening, the game will end at about four o'clock, and we have enough time to leave Paris."

"Ah."

The afternoon competition went smoothly. William, who won first place, took Eliza and Zinedine Maguire to the podium.

The host Sophie Upolaja said softly: "This class will be firmly remembered by history. William Smith, a 12-year-old boy genius, a first-year student at Hogwarts, has Among thousands of smart wizards, he stood out and won the championship.

Look, handsome face, beautiful blond hair, and confident smile, let us applaud this little wizard who set a record in the history of wizard chess. "

There were boos at the scene, but William’s smile did not diminish.

Some wizards from the British wizarding world held high banners and flags made overnight and cheered loudly.

The British reporter who was assigned here seemed to have won the annual special prize and frantically took pictures of William standing on the podium.

After the British wizarding world fell out with the French wizarding community in the 1950s, these damn French guys didn't let the British win a championship cup. The most recent champion was Minerva McGonagall, who defeated the masters continuously and then met the dark horse Bill Jones, only one step away.

Thirty years was too long, and some of the sentimental British wizards present even had tears in their eyes.

"Now, please be quiet for a while, please let the respected Mr. Vincent Moore wear the honor for our three super wizard chess players."

Vincent Moore walked out of the podium and waved to the audience. The entire wizarding world in Paris is now in a tight situation. The Minister of Magic, who was originally the guest of honor, has personally guarded the Ministry of Magic (hiding for his life), and the task of awarding the awards has been handed over to the Deputy Minister.

When passing the rostrum, the Vice Minister lectured in a tone of disdain: "Smile, you idiots, you can't even pretend to be a person."

The few Auror elites who drank the compound potion were speechless for a while. They were experts at catching vampires, but they were not actors in theaters, so they had no choice but to smile unaccustomedly.

"Congratulations, kid." Vincent Moore took the blanket from Yi Bin and handed the gold cup inlaid with gems to William.

"Thank you." William took it and raised it high to the audience, and the crowd booed again.

The weight is very large, it is probably all gold, not gold-plated, it is worthy of being the most profitable wizard chess game.

After receiving the Champions League, William turned and looked at Bill Jones on the podium. Everyone knew what he meant, and the champions in previous years would do the same. Challenge the old chess king and become the new chess king.

Under the attention of everyone, Bill Jones stood up and walked to William confidently. He stretched out his hand and tried to touch William's head, but William grabbed it and said loudly: "Mr. Jones, ever since I learned wizard chess, Professor McGonagall Just tell me that you were once one of the most powerful chess players in the wizarding world this century."

Under the shooting of the magic lens, the projection in the middle of the arena projected every move of William and Jones. William's voice was transmitted to each amplifier through magic, so that everyone in the stadium could hear it.

Many French wizard chess fans said angrily: "What was once one of the bullshit, and now he is the strongest!"

"But she also told me that I am a Wizard Chess genius, and my duel with Your Excellency will become one of the most interesting intellectual competitions in Wizard Chess this century. In order to prevent Your Excellency from taking the initiative to give in, a challenge is even more proposed.

Now, it's our turn to play together. Let us dedicate a super high-level game to the spectators present and wizards all over the world. "

Bill Jones, who had always wanted to speak, wanted to take out his palm immediately. Every time he wanted to interrupt the other party's speech, he was interrupted by the severe pain in his palm. He felt that the person holding his hand was not a twelve-year-old child. But a French brown bear.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old chess king was stimulated by William's words. Whether the old chess king's body was shaking from time to time or the weird smile on his face, everyone was full of expectations for this "showdown of the century."

Bill Jones, who finally retracted his palm, quietly moved his fingers a few times, and amid the looks of ridicule, pity, or anger from Vincent Moore, host Sophie Upolaja, Eliza, and others, he said: "When I first took over from Marlon Duncan and lifted the championship here in 1973, I was thinking about what kind of successor I would wait to take over from me.

Wizard chess is not just a game, but also awakens the beliefs that have been passed down in the blood of wizards since thousands of years ago.

700 years ago, we wizards defeated the evil and greedy Knights Templar and completely destroyed them after three hundred years. To commemorate that great victory, we held the first wizarding chess tournament in Paris, with only a thousand wizards participating.

Now we are undergoing another great ceremony. The young and new chess players will take over the fire from the aging and degenerated old man like me, and let the voice of justice, courage, wisdom and freedom ring in Paris again. and spread to all directions.

Justice will lead us to fight evil together, courage will make us no longer afraid of the darkness, wisdom will give us stronger power, and freedom is the power that every wizard deserves.

When we join hands again, no evil can defeat us. "

William watched with a fake smile on his face as the old chess king turned his invitation to a duel into a so-called fire inheritance speech. It is obvious that the old bastard, who knew he was bound to lose, chose to play the no-war card with his shameless retirement speech.

In an attempt to use this method to keep his title of chess king, he can also use the upcoming vampire war to occupy the moral high ground and call on wizards to support the French Ministry of Magic and fight against the vampire queen.

When a chess player loses the courage to leave the game, he has already lost.

But William didn't want this cunning old wizard, who had become an enemy, to gain greater prestige in France and cause trouble for himself in the future.

Our ancestors said that if you kill a snake, you will suffer the consequences.

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