Allen turned around and walked into the room on his right hand. It was the frost level where Harry was. A lot of potions had been spilled in front of Harry's table, and some medicinal materials that were cut into pieces were scattered all over the floor.

A thin layer of ice had been formed on Harry's nose and eyebrows. His hands were trembling and holding a silver knife. He heard the sound of the door opening and turned around stiffly. When he saw Alan, his eyes burst into hope.

"You want to make a thawed potion?" Allen quickly understood the rules, "You're lucky when you meet me."

Allen put up his magic robe and neatly handled the potion at the table. He raised his sword and his movements were so fast that he couldn't see clearly. The light screen camera that belonged to Harry was switched to play Allen's slow motion specifically.

"This is simply a textbook operation, oh, it's a genius idea. When he deals with salamander blood, he doesn't pour it in at one time, but sprinkle it evenly in three times. This control improves the stability of the potion..." As the principal of the Demstrong Magic School, Kakarov's eyes were so vicious that he could see Alan's own innovative techniques at a glance.

In the audience, Professor Snape pursed his lips and looked at Allen expressionlessly. But Slytherin, who was familiar with him, could still see praise from the professor's eyes.

Professor Snape was indeed praising Allen in his heart, but it was not because of Allen's outstanding performance. Instead, he found that Allen used techniques deliberately avoided the contents in his diary. It seemed that Allen did not publish the meaning of these techniques without his consent.

Kakarov, who took his attention back from Allen, turned his eyes to Brooke Hernandez, a warrior who was on his school, and curled his lips, "It's so unlucky. His worst thing is astronomy class."

Brooke on the screen is in a room full of starry sky. The starry sky above his head is divided into six areas. Under each area is a silver date floating. If you want to successfully pass the level, you must choose to arrange the starry sky map corresponding to one of the six starry skyscrapers. Once you make a mistake, you will be hit by the current released by the stars.

Brooke obviously did not have this ability. His hair, which had been meticulously combed, was standing up, his face was spasm and trembling, and there was a blue current on his body that kept rushing through, obviously he was punished very much.

In a room with Arabic numerals on the walls, Furong walked around the room anxiously, her beautiful hair was scratched in a mess. There were six math problems in the room, and Furong chose the most girlish one - cutting cake.

On a white table, there is a large pink cake dotted with four tempting strawberries.

What made Furong embarrassed was cutting the cake. Six small dolls sat around the table, smiling at the cake that was cut into mess by Furong.

When Furong found out that she was wrong in dividing the cake, the dolls shouted that Furong would finish the failed cut cake. Only by eating the cake would a new cake appear, but soon she cut the cake into pieces. Her feeling became more and more irritable.

After the fifth doll appeared, Furong skillfully waved her wand - she had repeated this action many times. She cut each strawberry into five equal parts, a total of 20 pieces, and then divided it to each doll equally.

At this time, the sixth villain appeared...

As the number of people increased, Furong became more and more crazy. Although this was her last chance to challenge, even if she couldn't figure it would pass the test as long as she finished eating it, she had eaten two strawberry cakes. Although the doll was not as big as the normal size, it was far more than the food a lady should have. Now it was live broadcast on the whole audience...

The audience outside the venue were also thinking about how to divide. For the wizards, mathematics is really a mysterious thing.

Hermione sat in the audience, spreading a notebook on her knees, holding a quill in her hand, sliding desperately on the parchment paper: the cake is a cake with 360 degrees X1/6=60 degrees; the strawberries are 4X1/6=2/3 strawberries; so how to ensure that each person can finally get an exact 2/3 strawberries... Hermione finally came to the conclusion in a tangled way - cut each of the four strawberries into 15 strips, and a total of 60 strawberry shreds, and then each person has ten strips. Perfect!

Furong on the screen finally calculated it. When she waved her knife and fork to divide the cake, the seventh doll appeared...

Hermione on the seat wailed, took out her quill again, and buried herself in pain.

Luna held her cheek with her hands, holding a leaf that she had pulled from somewhere in her mouth. She held Hermione's hand with her messy hair and grabbed her hand hard: "No need to calculate, just squeeze the cake into juice, and you'll be able to have a cup of it for each person."

When Penelo heard this, he saw Luna's calm appearance and pouted his red lips impatiently: "It's so troublesome. If it were me, I would smash the extra dolls one by one, wouldn't it be fine? This question does not explain that attacking dolls is not allowed like in the Potion Challenge."

In the frosty room where Harry and Allen were, Harry watched Allen's flowing movements with anticipation.

Soon, Gudong Gudong's steaming thawing potion was successfully cooked by Allen. He first distributed a cup and handed it to Harry. Harry swallowed a big mouth with trembling and his pale face returned to normal. He poured the remaining potion into the open mouth of the woodcarf in front of his table and easily got the gem from the woodcarf's hand.

"This is unfair! The warriors of Hogwarts are helping each other. I strongly demand that such cheating be stopped." Mrs. Maxim was worried about Fleur's performance. Seeing this situation, she couldn't help but stand up and shout.

"The rules only say that we cannot attack each other, and we cannot help each other." Kakarov's calmness made Mrs. Maxim look at each other. Shouldn't this guy join him in condemning Hogwarts?

Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, stared at Allen in the light screen with a serious expression, and his eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses were full of worry.

Kakarov put Dumbledore's expression into his eyes and sneered. Not to mention that Alan is now his new master, even if Alan is just his student, he would have held him in his palm long ago and give him whatever he wants.

At this time, Allen also entered the room of the digital level where Furong was. He looked at Furong in surprise and swallowed the last bite of cake without any ladylike image.

Her lower abdomen was slightly squinting, obviously in great pain.

Allen took out the thawing potion she made at the Frost level, took the initiative to share it with Furong and introduced her purpose.

"Luckily I don't have to drink it...Allen, Mrs. Harris won't come to watch this game, right?" Furong asked worriedly after taking the potion.

"Of course she will come to watch, you have to come on!" Allen encouraged.
Chapter completed!