Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The international alchemy competition was noisy, and the audience from the seats boiled for the wonderful performance of each and everyone players from time to time, even the sound of the insects in the afternoon was completely covered up.

No matter how noisy the environment is, the players who can reach the finals can ignore the noise. In their hearts, it is the most important thing to complete the refining.

Among the 12 finalists, two of them performed this most thoroughly.

The handsome middle-aged sorceress in a tuxedo, he seems to have heard nothing from the beginning, and has drawn lines and symbols from the beginning to the end. The old witch of the African delegation added a whispering curse directly around himself, completely blocking the sound ten steps away.

Therefore, she would not hear any noise outside, and the outside person could not hear what she was saying.

“Dragon’s bones, inadvertently set up, can make the magnificent magic power depend on…”

As her words like the mantra settled slightly, the stick that was used to stir the giant cauldron gradually slowed down the circle.

Then camelron seemed to be shocked and splashed a few drops of viscous liquid.

“The meat of the amoeba is voluntarily reconstituted to free the shell.”

Another word spit out from her mouth, and the hoarse voice paused, and the stirring stick was pulled away from the muddy slurry in the cauldron.

Immediately, the syrup calmed down and began to reduce enrichment.

“The blood of the mountain Troll is forced to take it, which will make life and death begin to cycle!”

“click -“

Just as the old witch’s tone was high and the third sentence was finished, the seemingly thick giant cauldron appeared several cracks. The deep purple smog that had originally dispersed from the inside turned into a transparent white.

Then, a faintly discernible sturdy silhouette slowly stood up from the cauldron, and in the moment when countless viewers came to look at it, a pair of wide wings opened silently, blowing those water vapors out. It is.

“That is… what monster?”

This time, not only did the audience show their shocks, but even the rest of the judges and the jury on the jury were looking at this.

But the big guy who stood in the cauldron at this time has a physique that looks like a human being, but has a long tail and wings that resemble Dragon.

Judging by the height of the giant cauldron, the monster’s body shape is probably taller than Troll.

If you look at it again, the distorted facial features are not so much like people, but rather more like Troll – although it seems to be “skinny” than Troll.

“Roar -“

Suddenly, the monster seemed to be celebrating for his birth, and roared up without warning. It was roaring, and even the whispering charms of the old witches were broken in one fell swoop. The deafening sound suddenly suppressed all the noise in the stadium.

Just as the audience was a little scared for a moment, the old witch immediately grabbed the shackle on one side and waved at the alchemy monster.

While the other party stopped roaring and stood silently beside her, her voice was spread to the audience under a similar effect to the sound-filling mantra.

“Please be assured that the audience is always under my control. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone.”

As for the old witch who called the thing “this child”, I am afraid that most people on the scene are difficult to identify. At the moment, how to call it has become a thing that will never be done again. Everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks very terrifying will injure and hurt.

After all, the light dragon’s dragon wing, which is covered with hard scales, knows that most of this big guy is free to fly in the sky.

“…synthetic beast.”

Mr. Hornheim is worthy of being the guest judge of the event. His insights are outstanding. Just looking at a few more eyes, he understood what the old African witch made, what it was.

To say that the previous sand corpse and Unicorn can be compared to the transfiguration in modern magic, the old witch’s gadget must be compared with the bloodline transformation technique.

If you want to change the degree of transformation, even the alienated Acromantula that Marx screams is far from being able to relate to equal terms; the biggest flaw of this monster is that it is not a real life, there is no independent self willpower, Some are just some basic actions that are pre-set in the squad.

“Excuse me, can you really control it completely?”

There are so many people at this event, and Hohenheim is very clear about how troublesome this thing will be if it is really noisy.

Therefore, out of caution, he quickly asked again without asking.

“Yes, the general judge, Mr. Hornheim,” the old witch said calmly. “I am very convinced of this.”

After all, she simply paused the stick in her hand, and the monster immediately sat down beside her.

The audience saw the big guys obedient, and while secretly setting the gods, the incomparable surprise and curiosity once again occupied their hearts.

Everyone is speculating that this will be the final champion of this game.

Until then, the magic of alchemy has been deeply imprinted into the minds of the wizards present, and Marx, Edward Steward, and Madam Maxime decided to host the event, which is halfway through.

At the end of the day, when Edward debuted Nicholas Flamel’s legacy in public, I think alchemy will surely usher in a new round in the near future.

However, while the eleven finalists have completed their own refining works, there is still a gentleman who is still deliberately portraying every symbol and every line in his formation.

Seriously, although at the beginning, many people are admiring his unbiased attitude, and even some people are more optimistic because of his calmness. But now I am still slow to take care of the hook line, which makes people a bit unbearable.

It is reasonable to say that the audience, the contestants and even the judges are all patient and waiting for him. If they change, they will probably feel uneasy.

But this guy, but just burying his head to do his own thing, there is no other reaction at all. I don’t know, he doesn’t know whether the environmental changes around him really don’t know or are fake?

There is still a lot of time left in the competition, because it is difficult to consider the first time to hold an alchemy event.

Therefore, both Marx and Hornheim agreed at the time that time was much better than nothing. If the players have all completed the time, then naturally they can jump to the next stage.

It seems that now, the extra time is probably spent on the last player.

However, after all, there are clear rules in the first place, whether it is the judges or the audience, they have to wait and live with peace of mind. Everyone looked at the tuxedo and the sorcerer was in the same place, adding a new ink mark to the smelting array without delay, and the time was slowly passing.

“Let’s go on… no!”

In one of the VIP seats, the Ministry of Magic Scrimgeour glanced at the other audiences from time to time, and I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He is also one of the most valued people in this event, and he is more concerned about the audience’s viewing experience than other people.

As the top coordinator of the Britain magic circle, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact of the Alchemy Contest on Hogwarts and the magic circle of the whole UK, all of which will be one of his greatest achievements during his tenure.

But now, in order to wait for a player to create a gap, or will give the audience a good impression of the previous hot schedule completely swept away.

“Where is McLorne going?” Scrimgeour squinted and said, “If he is there, maybe there is a good way.”

Unfortunately, at least until dark, Marx will not come back.

In the nearly two hours after that, the tuxedo wizard was unable to complete his refining, and the game time was exhausted.

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

“I announced that the final stage of the first international alchemy contest is over!”

It was the next second that Mr. Hohenheim started talking. The middle-aged sorcerer who was concentrating on the ground and standing on the knees stood up and put the pen in his hand back. On the stone platform next to it.

Many people have seen that his face, which has always been indifferent, can not help but show a trace of regret.

That is, Hornheim began to sing the scores of the players along with the members of the jury in accordance with established procedures.

Not surprisingly, the tuxedo wizard did not complete the game and got a zero point of “recommended by the public.” The old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast appeared some controversy in the jury, because even the transformation of the magical bloodline is explicitly prohibited.

However, because the International Wizard Federation has no actual regulations for alchemy, at the academic level, she is indeed ranked first.

Thus, Hornheim still gave her the deserved affirmation.

When the championship was finally decided, everything seemed to come to an end, and Hogwarts’ headmaster Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared from an entrance.

Behind her, Madam Maxime and old steward Edward also walked into everyone’s field of vision.

But at this moment, the old Edward’s sight suddenly passed the refining line of the tuxedo’s feet, and his face swept a strange look.