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As the first eliminated player appeared, the Quidditch pitch burst into cheers to celebrate this wonderful moment.

In the studio, Remy and others saw seven people eliminated from the competition.

"It's very intense. Why do so many people land in P City? The whole island is so big, shouldn't they be scattered at the beginning? Or is it because P City is in the relative center of the island to reduce movement?" Grindelwald looked at the screen. asked.

"The resources in P city are more abundant. In each round, a set of level 13 suits will be randomly refreshed in the houses in the city. They want to get better resources at the start." Remy explained, switching the screen to No. [-] .

Contestant No. 13 was sneaking around the second floor window of a house, and there was also a person on the second floor opposite him.

If nothing else happens, one of the two of them will have to have an accident.

"The equipment in this game is not very different, right? I don't think it's rational to take such a big risk just for a little improvement." Principal Dumbledore said.

"The gameplay is different. This is a game after all. Some people enjoy being ranked high, while some people don't care about the final ranking and only care about whether they enjoy the game during the game." Remy said.

After explaining a few words casually, Remy continued to stare at the dazzling screen in front of him.

Now is not the time to relax.

Looking for wonderful operations or shots with wonderful operation possibilities in each screen, and then switching them to the main screen at a reasonable time, Remy concentrated on it until his CPU almost started to smoke.

Fortunately, as one player after another was eliminated, Remy's workload continued to decrease. When the game was halfway through, he was even able to find time to drink a cup of coffee to refresh himself.

"The Lord of Darkness has been refreshed... Principal Dumbledore, do you want to experience what it's like to be a director now?" Remy asked.

"Can it be done now?" Principal Dumbledore asked.

"That's right. Next, you only need to keep an eye on the person who is going to fight the Lord of the Black Tide. The workload will be greatly reduced."

"Okay, then let me try it."

After giving up his position to Principal Dumbledore, Remy explained a few more details to him, and emphasized not to cut away as soon as the scene was cut, but to stay for at least five seconds.

"There is a commentator on the Quidditch pitch, and she must be given commentary time in every scene." Remy said.

"Okay, got it...can we cut the screen now?" Principal Dumbledore asked.

"Okay, you can cut the screen at any time now."

After completely handing over the console to Principal Dumbledore, Remy came to Luna with two cups of coffee and gave one to her, and another to Professor Grindelwald.

Professor Grindelwald glanced at the two of them, smiled slightly, and moved half a step towards Dumbledore, leaving plenty of space for Remy and Luna.

"Drink some coffee and take a break. I'll keep an eye on it," Remy said.

"okay."

Looking at Luna who simply agreed to rest, Remy smiled slightly.

He just liked Luna's unpretentiousness.

One is one, and two is two. They will not talk about it or tactfully refuse it just to save face.

There are less than 60 people left on the field at this time. After evenly dividing it among four people, each person needs to pay attention to no more than fifteen pictures at the same time. Therefore, even if one person is staring at two pictures at the same time, Remy can still keep an eye on them.

Taking in the whole scene with his peripheral vision, Remy suddenly laughed.

"No. 43." Remy said.

Principal Dumbledore heard the sound and immediately switched the screen. When he saw the screen, he immediately became happy.

It turned out that a group of three people were crowded on a motorcycle and they were flying in the sky at the moment. The whole picture kept rotating and getting closer and closer to a warehouse.

With a loud bang, the motorcycle exploded, and billowing smoke instantly filled the entire warehouse. At the same time, No. 43's screen prompted that he had been eliminated and displayed the settlement interface - zero elimination, zero rescue value (damage), Zero treatment.

All data is zero!

"I think this scene should be given a name, just call it: The unspeakable secret about the fire that happened after I accidentally entered the warehouse while making soy sauce with my teammates on the island." Remy joked.

Dumbledore:  …

Grindelwald:  …

Warehouse, teammates, dry fire, indescribable...

We have good reason to suspect you are insinuating something, but we have no proof.

"Ahem! Number 12." Grindelwald coughed slightly and announced a number, causing Dumbledore to quickly cut the screen away.

After reporting a few more numbers, by the time Luna finished her coffee, six more people were missing from the field, leaving exactly fifty people left.

Only half of the survivors are left. According to Remy's experience, the next elimination speed will be faster than before. It will not enter the semi-truce period until the number of people is less than 30, and when there are only 20 people left, the elimination speed will speed up again.

"None of the players on my side have any exciting moves... By the way, Remy, Harry has also participated in the finals, right? What is his number? Is he still on the field?" Principal Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"Harry is number 7. His picture is over there, you can look for it." Remy said.

"Really?" Dumbledore glanced at the still-lit No. [-] button on the console and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and pressed it to switch the screen to Harry's main perspective.

"So 6, 8, 9, and 10 are all Harry's teammates? Are they Ron and Hermione?" Principal Dumbledore asked while looking at Harry's perspective.

At this moment, Harry's perspective was in the car. They were driving, but he couldn't see the driver clearly because Harry was sitting in the passenger seat and staring straight ahead.

"No...I mean the numbers are wrong. Their numbers were randomly assigned." Remy said.

"Why not connect the numbers? It should be more convenient for you to broadcast, right?" Professor Grindelwald asked.

"Initially, it was to hide the identity of the contestants so as not to be targeted by other contestants when leaving the cabin. Later, I used other devices to hide the faces of the contestants, but to save trouble, I did not change their numbers." Remy explained: " If you want to change their numbers, you have to redo the broadcast equipment, which is too troublesome and not enough time."

Nodding in understanding, Professor Grindelwald tilted his head carelessly and leaned next to Dumbledore to watch Harry's game with Dumbledore.

He was also very interested and curious about the legendary little boy who survived, who was given special attention by Dumbledore.

"Albus, have you ever thought about accepting Harry as your apprentice?" Grindelwald suddenly said: "You accept him as your apprentice, and then we will compete to see who can teach the best!"

Can you compare with my ability as a disciple?

Dumbledore was about to cast a look of disdain on Grindelwald when he suddenly realized something was not right.

Grindelwald's apprentice... seems to be Remy!

This compares to... how can this possibly be compared!