Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For now, in the audience of most ordinary wizard people, old steward Edward is still a stranger to them.

Therefore, when Old Edward followed the two major magic school headmasters, Professor McGonagall and Madam Maxime, many people could not help but secretly curious.

The current big game is over, at least the championship has already been set, and then it should be the stage of awards.

Therefore, everyone is very curious about the identity of the old gentleman who appeared at such a crucial moment.

However, the old Edward just appeared from the entrance, but stopped.

Professor McGonagall and Madam Maxime immediately looked back after they noticed it, and Mr. Hornheim in the middle of the judges also hurriedly walked with some doubts.

“Mr. Flamel, you are here…” He first greeted politely, and he was puzzled. “What are you looking at?”

Old Edward is the Steward of Nicholas Flamel, and it is the only intermediary who tries to reach the alchemy heritage. No matter who it is, at least on the surface, he has to give him the corresponding courtesy.

In general, the old steward will not ignore the love of others. He always uses the steward family’s steward to treat himself and treats others with his own strict standards.

Only this time, he did not seem to hear Hohenheim’s words, still looking at a certain direction in the arena.

Hornheim groaned and looked at the place that Old Edward looked at.

Soon, he found that the old steward should be the Alchemist of the tuxedo… or, more accurately, the Alchemist should be in front of him.

“……Mr?”

Hornheim vaguely remembered that Marx had mentioned it to him on the dinning table, saying that Edward himself did not have much knowledge of alchemy.

In this case, the unfinished refining formation should be tantamount to a book that the ligatures may not understand.

“en?”

After Hohenheim called again, Old Edward returned to sobered up.

“Oh, Mr. Hornheim, sorry -” old steward laughed. “I suddenly remembered some past events. I didn’t pay attention to it.” Ah, yes, the gentleman in a tuxedo, what is his name? ?”

“That one…”

As soon as I thought that I had been dragged by the guy for so long, it was all wasted at the end, and Hornheim was inevitably a bit boring.

“His name is Mark Newton. As you can see, he is also one of the finalists.” He introduced it casually, and then he thought and asked, “Mr. Flamel, is the person you know?”

“Oh, um…”

The old steward apparently hesitated, and after he licked it again, he finally hesitated and shook his head.

“No, I think it shouldn’t be… maybe it’s just a little coincidence.”

After all, he put his thoughts on the side for a while and took the initiative to invite Hornheim to go to the high platform in the middle of the stadium. Waiting for McGonagall and Maxime, they will follow.

Perhaps the slightest move of Old Edward is irrelevant, and Hohenheim did not spend too much time. In the eyes of some people with a heart, this series of behaviors will inevitably make them suspicious.

For example, the winner of this game has been the old witch of Africa.

When Edward and Hornheim walked side by side across the court and slowly climbed onto the central round table, the old witch held the cane’s hand slightly tight.

And with her little bit of small movements, the alchemy monster that was sitting next to her, the dragon wing behind it seemed to tremble slightly.

“Mr. Sir, ladies, I am the current headmaster of the Hogwarts Magic School, Minerva McGonagall.”

The first thing I spoke was Professor McGonagall, and her speech was actually Marx let her.

“The first international alchemy contest has come to the present, and after a lot of enthusiastic entrants continue to work hard, it is finally coming to an end.”

“I believe that in the process of watching the event, in addition to the expectations of the results of the event, you must be curious about the extra secret game.”

As the principal of the event venue and also the new headmaster of Hogwarts, McGonagall needs to continue to add weight to these public occasions…

So at the beginning, Marx was going to let Professor McGonagall come on to introduce Old Edward.

This speech not only allows Professor McGonagall to increase his popularity more quickly, but also allows other forces to understand that the old steward with the alchemy heritage has a close and friendly relationship with her.

In this way, it will have a very beneficial impact on her future social activities.

But at the beginning, Professor McGonagall did not agree.

She believes that many things are Marx’s fight for Hogwarts. Even Edward is out of Marx’s relationship. He has affirmed many arrangements.

Now, such an important opportunity to show face, what should be considered is the benefit Marx deserves.

Marx was a bit awkward before, so the original plan had to be cancelled. Today, according to the plan, it should still be Marx.

But now, Marx suddenly couldn’t come back, so Professor McGonagall had to take over the big “gift” from the former student.

“So, let me introduce a special guest to you – he is the late World class alchemy Master Nicholas · Flamel’s Steward, Mr. Edward Flamel!”

At the same time as she said this, she reached out and pointed at the side of etiquette, and the old steward immediately stepped forward and stepped down slightly.

“As the only Alchemist who has refined Philosopher’s Stone for hundreds of years, Mr. Nicholas Flamel and his wife have lived on immortality for more than 600 years, and have contributed a lot of gold to the construction of the magic circle and even the muggle world… His achievements in alchemy are amazing!”

“And just about five years ago, the Flamell couples either found out the raw discover mystery and decided to go to the embrace of death with the glory of their lives…”

The topic of life and death has always been quite heavy, and it is difficult for Professor McGonagall to make it clear. So, here she just passed by, and soon jumped to the most important content of today.

“However, Nicholas Flamel has died, but he still remembers us who still live in this world, and the entire World that is full of memories –”

“So, he had left a last wish before his death, a great gift to all of us!”

As he said, Professor McGonagall once again nodded to Old Edward.

“Today, in the next few days, Mr. Flamel will use this occasion to officially disclose the wishes of Mr. Nicholas Flamel to the global magic circle!”

When I mentioned Nicholas Flamel, I knew more people, and soon I whispered in the audience.

“…and the prizes for our first international alchemy contest will be announced later,” Professor McGonagall said. “So, Mr. Edward Flamel will present the last words of Mr. Nicholas Meller! ”

At this point, Professor McGonagall retired from his position and handed over a later speech to the hands of old Edward.

After that, the old steward, according to Marx’s prior preparation, stepped up the owner’s wishes to the wizard people from all over the country.

With his words, the mainstream media of the magic circle of various countries kept saying that many journalists have written this explosive news on the spot, obviously they all sent it back in the first time. Immediately board the plans of their respective magic newspapers and magazines.

Longevity is tempting, and gold is tempting, both for the muggle and for the wizard.

Of course, people are not all ignorant and ignorant, and many of them have a clearer view of the big benefits of this global level, if you want to wait until the implementation of civilians can wait!

Therefore, many people just took the opportunity to make a fun of that’s all.

“…and the prize in this alchemy contest is of course the alchemy lab that my Patriarch people left behind.”

Old Edward is like chatting, talking slowly.

“However, the owner’s legacy is supplied to the whole world, so even in the initial research, every participating Alchemist has the right to participate in it. The specific distribution method will be under the supervision of the audience, by Hohenheim. Mr. is on the spot…”

After the old steward was slowly finished, it seemed to have completed his task, and returned to the place where he stood first. He raised his head slightly and looked at the sun that was gradually going down, and he couldn’t help but feel a lot of emotion.

To be honest, the owner’s entrustment is too heavy, and even the owner himself has never thought about it. Without Marx and Madam Maxime, and many other people, he couldn’t imagine how to do it.

Now, this drama is finally finished singing.

After a lot of emotions, Old Edward spoke a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but recall the past lives of the past with his master.

“If you have nothing, you like to think about the past. Is it really old?”

He thought about it, couldn’t help but smile a bit – if the urchin-like master is still around, he will use the more than 600 “old age” to run against him.

As soon as I remembered my Master, Old Edward was slightly stopped, and then subconsciously looked at the bottom of the stadium. Not far from the diagonally opposite, the middle-aged tuxedo, who is also among the top 12 finalists, stood there silently, not knowing what to think about.

“Mark Newton…”

Just as the old steward’s gaze fell on the man again, standing in the eyes of the old witch on the right, there was a glimpse of gloomy.