Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 734: The peeper named champion
This international alchemy competition is finally over-at least it seems to be correct, and the huge arena has become empty as the audience gradually leaves.
Outside the venue, the temporary bazaar, which was originally intended to last until late at night, has also begun to pack up in advance and prepare to be removed.
Since Maca said that, Professor McGonagall, who knew he would never make jokes about this kind of thing, was very decisive, and he informed her before she took the old butler into the arena.
Fortunately, although the request for early withdrawal of the stall is somewhat hasty, the sun has not yet set.
Therefore, the spectators can either go back to China with a good mood after watching the game today, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts, and keep the big things after the game in their hearts for the whole night. Tomorrow, I will return to my daily life peacefully.
It can be said that this can be regarded as leaving enough room for them to choose.
"Mr. LeMay, today’s game ended successfully. Your contribution is the greatest. Please be careful on the way back. Although you use the door key, there is still a short way to go after you get to the place. ..."
At the school gate at this time, Professor McGonagall was smiling and saying goodbye to the old butler softly, and along with the old butler, naturally there was the strangely tall Mrs. Maxim.
It was Furong who had come with them before, but she was not seen at this moment.
"It's so polite, Ms. McGonagall." Old Edward also nodded gently, "I'm just doing things for my master. I used to be like this, and I will be the same in the future. As for the safety on the way back, this I need Mrs. Maxim to work harder..."
Speaking, he raised his head again and smiled at the large lady beside him to express his sincere gratitude.
On the occasion of the conversation between the two sides, in a small wood outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, were looking at the direction of the door so far away, peeping out.
Behind the two of them, there seem to be more figures, but those are hidden in the woods deeper behind. It is difficult to tell how many people there are if you don't look carefully.
"Old ancestors, didn't you always allow us to do something at Hogwarts? Why now--"
The tall wizard seemed to be a little confused and couldn't help but ask. Seeing his unscrupulous speaking volume can understand that they must have placed a muffling curse near that piece of wood.
"Also, ancestors, you have already won the championship."
Obviously, the other figure is the old witch who refines the synthetic beast. At this moment, they gathered here to watch from afar, obviously because of her plan.
"Before before, now is now," the old witch stared at the old butler's side, just casually replied, "If it is really me who won the championship, then forget it, after all, that name The kid named'Maca McLean' is definitely not annoying."
On the way to the conversation, she paused for a while, then narrowed her eyes.
"But..." she said, "If I clearly win the championship, but may not get the highest share of rewards, then I have to ‘fight’ with my own strength."
After that, the old witch snorted softly, the sharpness of her eyes could hardly be hidden.
In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had already had a plan to rob her after she had heard of Dumbledore’s death.
After arriving here, the strength that she felt from Maca made her immediately dispel most of the preparation in her heart.
However, eliminating most of them does not mean giving up completely. If she fails to win the championship, or if she wins the championship but may not be able to reap the bulk of the benefits, she will restart the original capture plan.
And when she repeatedly showed that old Edward's eyes seemed to always look at the lesser-known unrecognized alchemist, she thought she could no longer be conservative.
Nowadays, she is already very old, and the elixir made from the Philosopher’s Stone is the best way to continue her life.
She doesn't want to die, not at all!
"My ancestor, please tell me! How on earth should we do it?"
For a moment when the old witch stared at her, the younger member of the clan next to her rubbed his hands immediately, as if she couldn't wait.
After the old witch gets what he wants, the benefits to them will naturally not be small.
With the prestige and power of this "old ancestor" among the major African tribes, once the time comes to compete for the clan chief, just a word from the old witch can be worthy of a group of supporters!
During the brief conversation between the two, the parting conversation at the school gate was finally over.
They can see that Professor McGonagall has turned his head and walked back, while old Edward walked a short distance along the horse path with Mrs. Maxim, and then the latter suddenly took out a shabby one. Cowboy hat.
"Old ancestors, they are--"
The wizard who didn't know much about the European magic world was a little puzzled, but anyway, he could still see that it was a hat.
"Don't remember? We were also sent here by this method," the old witch grasped the skeleton stick tightly, "but we used a wooden barrel at the time. "
"Huh?"
When the old witch said so, the African witch suddenly became anxious.
"Old ancestors, then...I, I will lead the tribe to rush through--wow!"
As he said, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch tapped his elbow with a skeleton stick, and the pain caused him to drop his arm again.
"Without my order, don't move around," the old witch was still watching the movement there, without even turning her eyes, "...that Edward Lemay is just a fake. , This scene is for a fool like you!"
Before the words fell, a space contraction suddenly occurred at the side of the horse road in the distance, and Mrs. Maxim and Edward disappeared there in a blink of an eye.
"The soul of that guy is not the same as Edward Lemay himself."
After watching the two leave, the old witch just muttered to herself casually while looking towards the dim sunset to the west:
"So, the real LeMay butler...maybe in Hogwarts Castle, right?"
……
While someone with a bad heart is thinking about what to do next, most of the little wizards at Hogwarts are sighing.
The event is over, which means that the weekend also slipped away from the fingers without knowing it, and tomorrow it is time to return to the life-and-death study and life.
Of course, a group of students who haven't finished their homework are so depressed that there are several fifth and seventh graders waiting to go to the school hospital to get tranquilizers.
During school, students all look forward to some activities to adjust to a boring life, but after enjoying the activities, they are often upset for their momentary indulgence.
Life is usually a process of constant progress in regret and awakening, isn't it?
"Of course not!" Hermione pointed to Ron's nose and whispered, "If you can be more diligent, you won't have to complain afterwards!"
Naturally, she can't speak as loudly as usual, because they are still in the library at the moment-Mrs. Pince can stare at it!
"Oh, come on!" Ron said helplessly. "Compared with before, I am more diligent than before... It's just that the course of the history of magic is really... well, it doesn't really match my temperament. , I feel sleepy as soon as I read a book! What can I do..."
"Seriously, Hermione," Harry nodded sincerely from the side, "I think so too."
Hermione glared at both of them, and then glanced into the depths of the bookshelf across the reading table, before closing her mouth and returning her attention to the contents of the book in front of her.
"In short, I won't lend you my essay on the history of magic until the next morning," she said without looking up, "you will die of your heart!"
As soon as she cast her gaze over the bookshelf, Luna who was standing there looking for a book seemed to feel her gaze, and then turned her head.
"Little girl, hurry up and find it!"
On Luna's shoulder, the bronze little eagle hid in her pale golden head, whispering.
"Yingye, I just happened to be waiting for someone, so I promised to help you in order not to be too bored. You little girl dare to be absent-minded!"
"Huh?" Luna turned her head suddenly, her shoulders were so long that she almost wrapped Kitty and threw it off, "Well, I just thought, Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now."
While explaining casually, she continued to read one by one along the bookshelf. From the books on the shelf, she seemed to be looking for some magical theory of the mind.
However, Luna didn't talk much, and the Bronze Kitty talked a lot. While she was looking for a book, Kitty flopped and stood on her shoulder again, and then continued to mumble softly.
"Speaking of ~IndoMTL.com~When will the kid come back! I was so suffocated to wait for the eagle... Well, it's all because the kid hasn't taken the initiative to greet the eagle. That made Lord Eagle have to wait for him himself..."
"By the way, I have to ask him about the broken mirror last time! I was forced to time travel, so I didn't want to come to the Eagle once sooner... Really. Can the time rule be touched casually?"
This time, the words it complained only used a very slight volume, and even Luna, who was close at hand, didn't hear a few words clearly.
As time flows away little by little like a stream, you can see from the library window that the sun in the western sky has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.
The dark night, which is doomed to be unstable, is about to come.
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