Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 732: Unfinished refining into a formation
The arena of the International Alchemy Competition is noisy. The audience in the seats is constantly boiling over the wonderful performance of each player. Even the sounds of insects and birds in the afternoon are completely covered up.
However, no matter how noisy the environment is, the players who can make it to the finals can ignore those noises. In their hearts, the most important thing is to complete the training in front of them.
Among the twelve finalists, two have implemented this most thoroughly.
The handsome middle-aged wizard in a tuxedo seemed to hear nothing from the beginning, and from beginning to end he sketched the lines and symbols in the formation. The old witch from the African delegation even added a muffler spell directly around her, completely blocking her voice ten steps away.
So, she won't hear any noise outside at all, and likewise, people outside won't be able to hear what she's talking about.
"The bones of the fire dragon, accidentally erected, can make the majestic magic power depend on..."
As her words that looked like a spell settled slightly, the wooden staff used to stir the giant cauldron gradually slowed down the circle.
Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to shake, and a few drops of viscous liquid spattered.
"The flesh of the amoeba can be reconstructed voluntarily so that the carrying body can be free."
Another word was spit out from her mouth, and when the slightly hoarse voice paused, the stirring rod was pulled out of the muddy slurry in the cauldron.
Immediately, the slurries calmed down abruptly, and began to reduce their concentration unceasingly.
"The blood of the mountain monsters, forced to draw, can start the cycle of life and death!"
"Click--"
Just as the old witch finished the third sentence in a high tone, several cracks appeared in the huge crucible that looked so thick. And the dark purple smoke that originally floated from inside suddenly turned into a kind of transparent white at this moment.
Then, a looming sturdy figure slowly stood up from the cauldron, and at the moment when countless spectators looked towards this side, a pair of wide wings silently spread out, stunned the water vapor. Blown away.
"That...what monster?"
This time, not only was the audience showing their shocked faces, but even the other players and the judges on the judges' bench looked at this side in awe.
However, the big guy standing in the crucible at this time has a physique that looks like a human but is quite strong, and has a long tail and wings that look like a fire dragon.
Judging by the height of the giant cauldron, this monster is probably as tall as a giant monster.
If you look at its distorted facial features, it's not so much like a human being, it's more like a troll-although it certainly looks much "skinny" than a troll.
"Roar--"
Suddenly, the monster seemed to be celebrating his birth, and roared to the sky without warning. It screamed, and even the silencing curse that the old witch placed around was broken in one fell swoop, and the deafening sound instantly suppressed all the noise in the arena.
Just as the audience panicked for a moment, the old witch immediately grabbed the skeleton staff leaning to the side and waved at the alchemy monster.
As the other party stopped roaring and stood silently beside her, her voice spread to the audience with a similar effect to the sound reinforcement spell.
"Please rest assured, all visitors, it is under my control at all times. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone."
As far as the old witch called the thing "this kid", I am afraid that most people present could hardly agree with it. But at the moment, how to call it has become something we can't do again, everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks very terrible will violently hurt people.
After all, just by looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you know that this big guy is probably able to fly freely in the sky.
"...synthetic beast."
Mr. Hornheim deserves to be the guest judge for this event, and his knowledge is outstanding. After just a few more glances, he understood what the old African witch had made.
If the previous sand corpses and unicorns can be compared to transformations in modern magic, this thing made by the old witch must be compared with the technique of bloodline transformation. .
In terms of the degree of transformation, even the alienated eight-eyed giant spider made up by Maca can’t be compared with it; but the biggest flaw of this monster in front of us is that it is not a real life and has no independence. Some of his self-will are just some basic actions that are preset in the formation.
"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"
There are too many people at this event, and Hohenheim knows very well how much trouble it will be if this thing is really noisy.
So, out of prudence, he soon asked again, uneasy.
"Yes, Mr. Hornheim, the chief judge," the old witch said calmly, "I am quite sure of this."
After that, she simply paused the skeleton stick in her hand on the ground, and the monster immediately sat down beside her honestly.
The audience saw that the big guy was so obedient, and while secretly calming down, their incomparable surprise and curiosity once again occupied their hearts.
Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion in this final.
Up to this point, the wonder of alchemy has been deeply burned into the minds of the wizards present, and the purpose of Maca, Butler Edward, and Mrs. Maxim when they decided to host this event has actually been achieved. Half of it.
Wait until the end, when Edward makes his debut to publicize Nico Lemay’s legacy, presumably alchemy will usher in a new round of beginning in the near future.
It's just that when the eleven finalists have completed their own refining works, another gentleman is still concentrating on depicting every symbol and every line in his refining array.
Seriously, although at the beginning, many people admired him for his carefree attitude, and even some people were more optimistic about his unhurried attitude. But until now, he still slowly draws the line to himself, which makes people a little unbearable.
It stands to reason that so many spectators, players and even the judges in the audience wait patiently for him alone, and whoever changes will probably feel uneasy.
But this guy just immersed himself in doing his own thing, without any other reaction at all. I don’t know whether he really doesn’t know about the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he ignorant of it?
In fact, there is still time left for the game, because it has been considered in advance that there will be many difficulties in hosting the alchemy event for the first time.
So at the time, both Maca and Hornheim agreed that more time is better than less. If the players are all finished before the time is up, then naturally they can jump directly to the next stage.
It just seems that the extra time probably has to be spent on the last player.
However, after all, there are clear regulations first, and both the judges and the audience have to wait in peace. Everyone watched the tuxedo wizard squatting on the spot, adding new ink marks to the formation without hesitation, time was slowly passing by.
"Go on like this...it won't work!"
In a certain seat of the VIP seat, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour from time to time glanced at the other auditoriums behind him, feeling a little anxious in his heart.
He is also one of the people who value this event extremely, and compared to others, he pays more attention to the watching experience of these spectators.
As the highest coordinator of the British magical world, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact of the Alchemy Contest on Hogwarts and the entire British magical world, and all of these will become one of his greatest political achievements during his tenure. One.
But now, the gap caused by waiting for a player may completely wipe out the good impression given to the audience by the previous hot schedule.
"Where did McLean go..." Scrimgeour muttered, looking left and right, "If he were there, there might be a good way."
It's a pity, at least until dark, Maca won't come back.
In the next two hours, the tuxedo wizard failed to complete his formation after all, and the time for the game was completely exhausted.
Hohenheim stared at the huge hourglass in the sky, watching the last grain of sand quietly fall, and then he stood up suddenly.
"I declare that the final stage of the first International Alchemy Competition is over!"
It was the second after Mr. Hohenheim spoke this. The middle-aged wizard who squatted on the ground focused and formed an array stood up with his sore knees and lightened the pen in his hand. Gently put it back on the stone platform beside him.
Many people have seen that a trace of regret appeared on his always indifferent face.
Immediately, Hohenheim followed the established procedures and began to sing the scores of the players along with the members of the jury.
Not surprisingly, the tuxedo wizard did not fulfill the requirements of the game and scored a zero point that was “required by everyone”. And the old witch from Africa, although her synthetic beast has some controversy in the jury~IndoMTL.com~ because even the transformation of the bloodline of the magical creature is expressly forbidden.
But because the International Wizarding Federation has no actual regulations on alchemy, she is indeed number one 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. The principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, suddenly appeared from a certain entrance.
Behind her, Mrs. Maxim and the old butler, Edward, also walked into everyone's field of vision.
But at this moment, old Edward's gaze suddenly passed by the feet of the tuxedo wizard in a formation, and his face was followed by a look of surprise.
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