Chapter 442 I Only Need A Piece Of Paper, A Pen, And One Minute

Chapter 442 I Only Need A Piece Of Paper, A Pen, And One Minute

Betting must be fair.

Shafiq’s doubts are reasonable.

But Blake's request is also very reasonable.

Especially after Blake also agreed to all of Shafiq's difficult conditions.

"I...I..." Shafiq's face was a little twisted.

He wanted to refuse, but obviously, he couldn't refuse.

Because the person behind him gave him an order just now...

While Blake agreed to all his requests.

He was also roasted on the fire step by step by Blake.

but.....….

Thinking of the conditions Blake agreed to.

Shafiq felt at peace again.

How to lose when flying dragon rides on the face?

This wave! The advantage is mine!

"Okay! I agree!"

Shafiq was heartbroken and agreed to Blake's bet.

"Okay! So...what bet have you decided to take?"

Shafiq hesitated for a while, and then said painfully: "Then... ten thousand gold galleons?"

Blake said displeasedly: "My reputation and a Order of Merlin, First Class, are they worth ten thousand Galleons?"

"You're not just insulting me, you're insulting the Wizengamot."

Shafiq immediately noticed that many people around him looked at him in unfriendly ways.

To be honest, it doesn't matter whether Blake actually used tricks to get this medal.

Just say that he can stand up and prove himself.

Instead of hiding behind Dumbledore, everyone has seen his bravery.

But this guy Shafiq seems to be taking advantage more than he can, and is going even further.

This is unacceptable to many people.

"Then...what do you want me to come up with?" Shafik thought about it and finally put the question in front of Blake.

The corners of Blake's mouth raised slightly, "Actually, you can't come up with anything that I can appreciate..."

Hearing this, Shafiq's face became so angry that he became twisted.

However, before he could curse, Blake continued:

"In this case, let's gamble with your most precious thing..."

"What is it?" Shafiq suddenly felt frightened.

Blake pointed at Shafiq's purple wizard robe.

"I don't want your money, I just want to gamble with your position. If you lose, how about you resign?"

"A Merlin Order of Merlin, First Class, and all my reputation combined, can be used to exchange you for a seat as a member of the Wizengamot. Isn't that excessive? In fact, 27 you have already taken advantage of it!"

Shafiq's face turned green.

The goblins spent a lot of money to support him from a broken house to a new one. What is all this for?

Of course it is so that he can become a senior official of the Ministry of Magic and become a member of the Wizengamot!

This way, they have their own people at the Ministry of Magic!

Now, every month, the goblins deposit a sum of gold galleons in Gringotts' vault. The reason is because of his current position.

If his position is gone, he will be a waste to the goblins.

And the current Shafiq will once again become the down-and-out Shafiq he was before!

The rejuvenation of the family will become a dream again!

In order to place people in the Ministry of Magic, the goblins paid a huge price!

As far as he knew, besides him, there were other people arranged by the goblins.

It's just that he doesn't know the identities of those people.

In other words, he is not unique.

Goblins can give him up at any time!

The bet proposed by Blake is to dig out his roots!

Shafiq subconsciously wanted to refuse. But there was a sound as small as a mosquito in my ears.

"Bet with him! Are you afraid that you will lose?"

Shafiq cursed these damn goblins in his mind. A job at the Ministry of Magic is in his roots!

Even if there is a 0.1% chance of losing his position, he is not willing to gamble

But he had to gamble...

"Okay, I agree!" Shafiq said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, Minister Fudge, can you give us a witness?"

Blake turned to Fudge, who had been watching the show.

For Fudge, this incident was a fun that had nothing to do with him.

So, of course there is no reason to refuse.

Moreover, in fact, he also looked down upon Shafiq, an upstart.

To be honest, he did do something about Sirius.

Although it was not completed in the end, it was hard work without credit.

This guy actually came directly to the door and took back all the benefits he had given me... How could anyone do this!

"Okay, if Shafiq loses, I will personally take his position!"

"But...Blake, I'm going to say something ugly first. If you can't come up with your lies..."

Blake nodded, "Of course. I won't make it difficult for Mr. Minister."

"Then...Mr. Shafiq, please start asking questions...or...if you can't think of it, you can ask the person who has been asking you to pass the message." "

Blake said and immediately locked his eyes on the ordinary-looking wizard!

The wizard stiffened suddenly. At the same time, I was extremely shocked.

Exposed? When was I exposed?!

You know, he relies on this ordinary face.

For so many years, it has been an existence with a very low sense of existence.

Not even a passerby. but now......

Looking at Blake's piercing eyes, the last trace of luck left in the wizard's heart completely disappeared.

Although I don’t know why, I was indeed exposed...

Others also heard Blake's words and at the same time looked at the ordinary wizard.

According to Blake, it was this guy who made things difficult for Shafiq Blake?

Miraculously, everyone quickly accepted this conclusion.

There is no other reason...

Because that idiot Shafik couldn't think of such a pointed question to question Blake.

Therefore, the only possibility is that someone is instigating it behind the scenes.

This was the first time that the ordinary wizard became the center of attention.

This made him feel uncomfortable.

However, any reaction now is inappropriate.

So, he had no choice but to try his best to make his eyes as wide-open as possible...

But he knew that he was going to die.

After today, he can no longer lurk in the Ministry of Magic.

Blake still had that smile on his face.

Since the goblins wanted to target him, he would make them suffer.

How much gold galleons does it cost to get two Wizengamot seats?

He believes that the goblins will definitely have "advantages" to feel distressed this time.

Fudge stared at the man for a long time, and then asked Kingsley next to him: "Who is that man?"

"I've met him a few times, and I can confirm that he is a member of the Wizengamot. But he has always been very low-key." Kingsley said.

"What's his name?" Fudge asked seriously.

Kingsley shrugged, "I don't know..."

Fudge:…………

Although I don’t know why Blake thought this guy was Shafiq’s man behind it.

But if Blake's guess is correct, then this guy is definitely someone sneaked in by the goblins!

Fudge felt agitated for no reason.

Before, Shafiq did not take the initiative to talk to him about cooperation.

He didn't even know that Shafiq was actually a goblin.

But now it seems that Shafiq is not the only puppet controlled by the goblins!

The ingredients of my own Ministry of Magic are too complicated!

At the same time, Dumbledore also narrowed his eyes at the man.

He actually guessed that someone had instructed Shafiq. But I didn't know it would be this person...

Dumbledore looked at Blake and remembered what Blake had mentioned before, his "friends"

Obviously, Blake now has some intelligence networks that he doesn't know about.

Otherwise, if even he couldn't see through that person's disguise, how could Blake see through it?

In other words, Lake was most likely to agree to attend the award ceremony.

Already know what will happen today!

In other words, he came to attend the medal ceremony today for another purpose?

Thinking of this, Dumbledore felt relieved again.

Since Blake did this, there must be an arrangement... Dumbledore decided not to interfere.

Shafiq, no matter how idiotic he was, understood Blake's words and also felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere.

He also looked at the ordinary wizard.

In fact, he didn't know who was instructing him just now.

All I know is that it was another person sent in by the goblins.

And now it seems that he is that very ordinary-looking guy?

And...who is he!?

"Have you thought about it? What potions and spells do you want me to get?" Blake looked at Shafiq with a smile.

Shafiq heard this and waited for a while.

However, the voice that instructed him before never appeared again.

However, Shafiq was not too panicked.

After all, that person has already finished explaining what he was supposed to explain just now.

"I've thought about it," Shafiq said. "You should have heard of dragon pox?"

Blake smiled and nodded, "I've heard of it."

"Then...you should first come up with a magic potion that can cure dragon pox! By the way, you can't even leave scars! Otherwise, you will fail!"

After Shafiq's words came out, the venue once again fell into discussion.

Dragonpox is a contagious disease among wizards and witches. There is a fatal risk.

This disease leaves scars on the patient's skin.

It can also leave their skin permanently blue.

In addition, in some mild cases.

The patient develops a green and purple rash between the toes.

and shoots sparks out of his nostrils when he sneezes.

Although there are treatments, there is never a complete cure!

Even if the disease is mild, after it is cured, it will leave traces on the body that are difficult to recover from.

Speaking of which, it's a bit like smallpox and chickenpox in the Muggle world...

Therefore, such a disease has never been cured.

Now he actually asked Blake to write down a magic potion formula that could cure this disease within an hour.

They even requested that even the sequelae be cured...

Shafiq tests Blake with a super difficult problem that has stumped the wizarding world for hundreds of years.

This is simply too much to do!

"Okay, but the question is...how do you verify whether my potion formula works?" Blake asked.

Dragon pox is a disease that is extremely contagious.

It is impossible for patients to come to this place to try medicine.

"This...I can help."

Dean Bohan, who has unlimited trust in Blake, said.

"In our hospital, we have several patients with severe dragon pox... who

We have...

"In fact, we have already issued critical illness notices to them."

"If there was a magic potion that could cure them..."

"They will definitely agree to try it!"

Dean Bohan looked at Blake expectantly.

At this time, he really hoped that Blake could come up with such a magic potion.

In this case, Blake can save a few more lives if he can prove himself!

"Okay. Trust me." Blake said with firm eyes.

"Okay! Then I'll go back and tell them now!"

Dean Bohan turned to look at Shafiq,

"I'm here to help. Do you have any objections?"

Shafiq said dissatisfiedly: "You have such a good relationship with him, what if you cheat?"

Dean Bohan finally couldn't help it anymore, "Shafiq, you idiot!"

"Dragon pox, if it is a severe disease, cannot be cured at all now!"

"Can we do a trick and cure them immediately?"

"If you can, then why do you bother Blake with this question?"

Shafiq was speechless. Didn't I choose this problem because no one can cure dragon pox?

Then the so-called cheating I mentioned is indeed a bit redundant.

Dean Bohan took out a teleportation point, opened a light door and disappeared.

After this thing was given to Dumbledore by Blake.

Dumbledore first deployed a teleportation point in St. Mungo's.

It is always useful to set up an emergency transfer point in the hospital.

Therefore, when Dumbledore set up the teleportation point at St. Mungo's, he also gave him one.

At this time, an hourglass was also moved over. The moment the hourglass turns upside down, the timing starts.

When the sand in the hourglass runs out, it is the end of an hour.

"Blake, we've arranged a quiet room for you."

"There are various potion materials and instruments inside... I'll ask Kingsley to take you there."

Fudge said to Blake.

"No... Mr. Minister, I don't need it." Blake said politely.

Fudge asked in astonishment: "Then...what do you need?"

"Please give me a piece of parchment, thank you."

Fudge asked in surprise: "Just a piece of parchment?"

"Yes, just a piece of parchment." Blake insisted with a smile.

Not only Fudge, everyone found it a bit difficult to understand.

Testing the potion formula does not require various instruments to weigh the potion.

Then start trying to boil it, even test the medicine with toads, and then finally test out the best solution?

The complexity of this makes me feel dizzy just thinking about it.

Therefore, everyone would think that Blake wanted to get a potion recipe within an hour.

It's an impossible thing.

But now, Blake doesn't even need to work for these?

Just a piece of parchment?

Could it be that he could test out the best solution just by writing on paper?

Fudge was stunned for a while and finally stopped.

Soon, someone brought Blake a roll of parchment.

Blake took the parchment, thanked him, and cut the paper slowly.

Then he took out his pen from his arms and started writing quickly on the parchment.

For a moment, everyone in the venue held their breath involuntarily.

No one has ever been able to test out a new potion formula using just a piece of paper!

Otherwise, all the potion masters in this world will hang themselves in shame!

So, they all want to see what Blake wants to do?

One minute later.

Blake picked up the parchment, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he handed the parchment to Minister Fudge.

"I'm fine." Blake said.

"Okay...what do you mean?"

"It means I've completed the recipe." Blake replied with a smile.

"How is this possible? It only took you a minute!" Fudge was dumbfounded.

Blake shook his head, "Of course it couldn't have just taken a minute, Mr. Minister...

"...It just so happens that I happened to have studied dragon pox before. I also spent about ten days doing some small experiments."

"So, combining the previous conclusions and just reserves, one minute is enough to write this potion recipe."

Fudge's mouth twitched, "How many experiments did you say you spent on it?"

"Ten days, Mr. Minister." Blake said.

"In fact, if your formula is really effective...then there is no difference between ten days and one hour..." Fudge murmured. .