Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The venue of the International Alchemy Competition is noisy. The audience at the seats is boiling from time to time for the wonderful performance of the players, and even the afternoon call of the insect songbirds has been completely masked.

However, no matter how noisy the environment may be, players who can make it to the finals can ignore those noises. In their hearts, the only thing that is important is to complete the training in front of them.

Of the twelve finalists, two performed this most thoroughly.

The handsome middle-aged witch in a tuxedo, from the beginning, seemed to hear nothing, and from beginning to end, he outlined the lines and symbols in the array. The old witch of the African delegation even added a muffler spell directly around him, blocking the sound completely beyond ten steps.

Therefore, she would not hear any noise outside, and the people outside could not hear what she was talking about.

"The fire dragon's bones are unintentionally erected, which can make the majestic magic depend ..."

As her words, like a mantra, settled slightly, the wooden stick used to stir the giant crucible gradually slowed down the circle.

Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to tremble, splashing a few drops of viscous liquid.

"The flesh of the amoeba is reconstituted voluntarily, which can free the carrying body."

Another sentence came out of her mouth, and when the hoarse voice stopped, the stirring rod was pulled out of the mud in the crucible.

Immediately, the slurry calmed down abruptly and began to reduce concentration.

"The blood of the mountain monster is forced to draw, which can make life and death begin to cycle!"

"Click ---"

The moment the old witch said the third sentence in a high voice, there appeared cracks in the seemingly thick giant crucible. And the dark purple smoke that originally drifted from inside, now suddenly turned into a transparent white.

Then, a looming majestic figure slowly stood up from the crucible, and at the moment when countless spectators looked at this side, a pair of wide wings opened silently, blowing off the water vapor. .

"What ... is that monster?"

This time, not only was the audience showing a shock of their faces, but even the rest of the players and the jury on the jury board looked at it in utter sorrow.

But I saw the big guy standing in the crucible at this time. He had a physique that looked like human beings, but also had a long tail and wings that looked like a fire dragon.

Judging by the height of the giant crucible, the monster's shape is afraid to be as tall as the giant monster.

If you look at its distorted features, it looks more like a monster than a human—although it certainly looks a lot thinner than a monster.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the monster seemed to be celebrating its own birth, roaring to the sky without warning. It was so angry that even the muffling curse arranged by the old witch was broken in one fell swoop, and the deafening noise immediately suppressed all the noise in the arena.

For a moment, the audience was a little panicked, and the old witch immediately grabbed the skull stick leaning to one side and waved at the alchemy monster.

While the opponent stopped snarling and stood silently by her side, her voice spread to the audience with a similar effect to the sound reinforcement spell.

"Please rest assured that guests are always under my control. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone."

As long as the old witch called the thing "this child", I am afraid that most of the people present were hard to agree with. But at the moment, how to call it has become a matter of utmost importance. Everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks very terrible will suddenly hurt someone.

After all, just looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you know that most of this big guy can fly freely in the sky.

"... Synthetic Beast."

Mr. Hohenheim is worthy of being the guest general judge of this event, his knowledge is outstanding. Just a few more glances, he understood what the old African witch had made.

To say that the previous sand corpse and unicorn can also be compared to the metamorphosis in modern magic, the stuff made by the old witch must be compared with the technology of bloodline transformation.

If you want to say from the degree of transformation, even the alienated eight-eyed giant spider that Maca fiddles with is far from comparable to it; but the biggest flaw of this monster is that it is not a real life and has no independent self-will Some are just some basic actions that are preset in the refining array.

"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"

There were too many people at the event, and Hohenheim knew very well how troublesome this stuff would be if it was really noisy.

So, out of caution, he quickly asked again, uneasily.

"Yes, Mr. Hohenheim, Chief Judge," said the old witch calmly, "I'm sure of that."

Besides, she simply put the skull stick in her hand to the ground for a while, and the monster immediately sat down beside her with an honest butt.

The audience saw the big guy so obedient, and while secretly setting their minds, the extremely surprised and curious once again occupied their hearts.

Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion of this final.

Until this time, the magic of alchemy had been deeply imbedded in the minds of the wizards present, and the goals of Maca, butler, and Mrs. Maxim had decided to hold this event, in fact, half of it.

By the end, when Edward debuts and publicizes Nicole LeMay's legacy in public, presumably alchemy will surely usher in the beginning of a new round in the near future.

However, while the eleven finalists have completed their refining work, there is still a gentleman who is still concentrating on depicting every symbol and every line in his refining team.

Seriously, although at the beginning, many people were admired for his unyielding attitude, and even some people were more optimistic because of his calmness. But even now I am still slow to take care of myself, which makes people a bit unbearable.

Theoretically, letting so many spectators, contestants and even judges in the audience wait for him alone, and whoever changes will probably feel uneasy.

But this guy just buried himself in his own business, and there was no other reaction at all. I do n’t know, is he really unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he unaware?

There is actually time left for the game, because it is expected that there will be a lot of surprises in hosting the first alchemy event.

Therefore, at the time, Marka and Hohenheim both agreed that time is better than less. If all of the players are finished before the time is up, they can naturally jump to the next stage.

It just seems that the extra time is probably spent on this last player.

However, after all, there are clear rules in advance, no matter whether the judges or the audience must wait frankly and rest assured. Everyone looked at the tuxedo witch squatting in place, adding new ink marks to the refining array, and time was slowly passing.

"Go on like this ... no way!"

At a certain seat in the VIP seat, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour occasionally glanced at the other auditoriums behind him, feeling anxious.

He is also one of the people who highly value this event, and he is more concerned about the experience of watching these games than others.

As the supreme coordinator of the British magic world, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact of the alchemy contest on Hogwarts and the British magic world, and all of this will become one of his greatest political achievements.

But now, the gap created in order to wait for a player may completely wipe out the good impression that the previous hot schedule gave the audience.

"Where has McLean gone ..." Scrimgeour muttered, expectantly. "If he were there, maybe there would be a good way."

Unfortunately, Maca won't return at least until dark.

In the next two hours or so, the tuxedo wizard finally failed to complete his training, but the game time was completely exhausted.

Hohenheim stared at the huge hourglass in the air, watching the last grain of sand fall quietly, and then he stood up suddenly.

"I declare that the final stage of the first International Alchemy Contest is over!"

It was the next second that Mr. Hohenheim began to say this, and the middle-aged witch crouching on the ground, focused and refined, also stood up with his sore knees, and put the pen in his hand back gently. On the stone platform beside him.

Many people saw that his face was always indifferent, and a little regret appeared.

Immediately after that, Hohenheim followed the established procedures and began to report the scores of the players with the members of the jury.

Not surprisingly, the wizard in the tuxedo didn't complete the requirements of the game and scored a "zero point". And the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast had some controversy in the jury ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Because even the transformation of the blood of magical creatures is forbidden.

But because the International Federation of Wizards has no actual regulations on alchemy, she is indeed enough to rank first on the academic level.

Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the affirmation she deserved.

When the championship was finally decided, everything seemed to come to an end logically, and Hogwarts' principal, Professor McGonagall, suddenly appeared from a certain entrance.

Behind her, Mrs. Maxim and old housekeeper Edward also entered everyone's field of vision.

But at this moment, the old Edward's eyes suddenly passed the refining array at the feet of the tuxedo wizard, and then his face passed a look of wonder.

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