Braun's actions seemed like he had given up and decided to throw a tantrum by throwing the sock in fire..
Ron was also thinking the same in his heart at the moment, agreeing that he might do the same if he were Braun.
Malfoy is also the thinking along the same lines.
At the moment, he looked at Braun with a certainty of victory.
He couldn't wait to collect his hundred gold galleons.
Braun paid no mind to the speculations and the murmurs of the audience.
He was still standing by the fire on his own.
He deliberately waited until everyone became impatient and said lightly:
"Okay."
Then not waiting for Malfoy and the others to say anything, he quickly separated the black and white socks into two piles.
"What's going on? How did he do it?"
"Merlin! This is unbelievable.
Is this some new form of divination? "
But there are also some smart people who retorted him
"What do you mean new form of divination?
Divination requires crystal balls and tea leaves, and he can't even see anything.
I think there must be something else that he did that we don't know. "
The clerk was also a little surprised.
"It's amazing. How did you do it? "
Braun took off his blindfold and didn't say a word.
Instead, he directly handed over two socks, one black and one white to the clerk.
The clerk was a little confused at first by his actions.
However, after touching the socks, he asked Braun,
"The temperature of the socks are different?"
Braun nodded.
"At the same temperature, black is more likely to absorb heat than white."
"No wonder you roast it in front of the fire.
Its a very fantastic idea! Are you a Muggle-born wizard? Or maybe a half-blood wizard?
No, wait, your surname is Foley.
But I always feel that your approach is somewhat similar to that of Muggle techniques... What is it called... Science.
This question has even stumped several Ravenclaw wizards.
Let me be honest, compared to this kind of problem.
They are more accustomed to answering philosophical questions.
And not good at solving this simple problem. "
Braun's face does not change color, he came up with an answer that was convincing:
"Our family is a family of potion masters.
As potions masters, we need to master the properties of various materials in order to better keep up with the times.
This is what I know after studying a few Muggle books. "
The clerk applauded him.
Everyone around also looked at Braun with admiration.
"It's amazing!"
"If I had done the same when I started studying Potions, maybe I would also have been a Potions Master by now."
"Don't think about it, just be happy with the fact that you can treat aconitum and wolf poison aconitum as two things.
Don't be delusional about wanting to be a Potions Master in this life. "
Next, Braun solves the difficult question of a wizard or a British man.
Although he only went to high school in his previous life, but his habit of reading all those puzzles and brainteasers still allows him to easily answer these questions.
Of course, Malfoy is not bad at all.
At this moment, the score of the two sides has been balanced.
Both have five badges each.
"Here you go, The final prize for the both of you."
The clerk handed two signed posters of Nice Maury to the two.
On the poster, Ness Maury is flying around the Quidditch arena on a broom with a golden snitch in his hand.
The audience cheer in the background is also audible.
Braun wasn't surprised by the moving poster.
It's been more than a month since he came to this world.
Just looking at the moving portraits in the magical daily newspaper has long made him get accustomed to any surprise a parchment can throw his way.
Although he did not have similar technology in his previous life, but there are many ways to store images.
He handed the poster over to Ron.
"This is for you Ron!"
"Oh! Braun! Do you know how precious this poster is? At least dozens of galleons if the poster is sold! "
Ron's ears flushed with excitement.
Though he is unable to take his eyes off the poster, knowing its value makes him instinctively feel that he should not accept this kind of reward while contributing nothing.
"Its okay Ron, since you like it so much, you can have it."
"Braun! Don't worry, I won't sell it!
I mean I'll keep it well! Stick it in my bedroom next to my bed!
So I can see him every day when I open my eyes. "
Ron said incoherently amidst his excited jumping.
He then happily rolled up the poster and stored it in his coat like a treasure.
That body language, people who don't know the truth might think that Ron is holding some gold or a bundle of cash?
Malfoy glared at Braun with hate.
What he thought was a certain victory, turned out to be a draw.
But the fact that Braun didn't treasure the poster and gave it to Ron stumped him. It made him a little unhappy.
"Crabbe! Here you go! This is yours now!"
Looking at Crabbe, Malfoy gave the poster to his follower in pain.
On the other hand, Crabbe, who got the poster, was very happy.
He was also jumping in joy.
"Thank you so much! Draco! "
Crabbe said in a rough voice.
"As long as you like it..."
Malfoy pulled out a smile.
In fact, he also wanted this poster very much.
It's like the poor kid of the Weasley family said.
Even if you don't want it, you can sell it for dozens of gold galleons.
But who asked Braun to simply give it to his henchman Ron?
Well, he subconsciously thought that Ron was Braun's follower.
He thinks he is much more powerful than Braun, so how can he hold on to a small poster that he gave away without a thought?
If he doesn't give it away, won't it mean that he is worse than the little squib of the Foley family?
This was unacceptable to Malfoy.