Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 676: Refugee regiment and miscellaneous army
Some scholars once said that the ancient civilization of magic is the ancient civilization of mankind. Although this argument is rather one-sided, it also illustrates some problems from a side angle.
During the heyday of ancient magic, the establishment and demise of many civilizations were inseparable from the rise and fall of magic itself. And sorcerers all over the world, just like those civilizations that emerge in endlessly like stars, have various forms and backgrounds.
Alchemy, a knowledge that once flourished in ancient times, can be said to have been almost shattered under the torrent of history. But if compared with the modern magic that has repeatedly undergone twists and turns to adapt to the changes of the times, the remaining fragments of knowledge have been able to retain the ancient style.
And now, when Maca looked at these alchemists who had rushed to Hogwarts from all corners of the world, he couldn't help but sigh "eye-opening" in secret.
The so-called "alchemy" is actually the theory and practice of studying the transformation between "material and matter" and "material and spirit". It may be too abstract to say that, if modern magic is used to give each of them an example, it will be much simpler and clearer.
For example, the transformation between matter and matter is actually a permanent version of polymorphism; and the transformation between matter and spirit can roughly be equated with spiritual magic.
Of course, this is just an example. In terms of practical application, according to the specific knowledge of the above two general directions, even potions, astronomy, arithmetic and divination can be included.
That’s why it was said that in the period when the knowledge of alchemy was the most complete, it could even be divided into a large magic theory system, rather than the current discipline.
However, even if Nicol Lemay is still alive today, I am afraid that he cannot be consolidated into a "magic system". Since ancient times, how many things have been crushed by the wheels of history that can be perfectly pieced together?
Those residues under the wheels, only a handful of them were lucky enough to stick to the wheels, and mixed with other things as the times progressed. Just like modern potions, some of the theoretical formulas are inherited from alchemy and passed down from generation to generation.
"Everyone from the African magic world, please follow this Mr. Filch to walk inside. Hogwarts has prepared a rest room for you..."
Maca is standing in the front court of the school, welcoming the members of the African delegation arriving today. Most of these members graduated from the only remaining magic school in the African magical world—Vagado, but it seems that there are some strange guys in it.
This is actually very easy to distinguish for Maca.
Akinbad, the current president of the International Wizarding Federation, was a student at the Vajda School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before in France, he shared some recent developments in the African magic world with Maca and others at the dinner table.
Today’s students from Wagado are mostly in line with international standards. They are not very different from British wizards. But if we talk about the scattered tribal wizards, we can only say that there are all kinds of weird ones.
just like the few guys in front of the delegation crowd:
A lot of feathers were inserted into his head, and his body was covered with red mud; a rag apron was all over his body, but his face was an oversized mask made of wood; there was another But she wore colorful and weird clothes, and couldn't even see an inch of skin.
And what made Maca feel a little concerned most was an old witch in a big brown cloak. Her face was smeared with finely colored natural pigments, and she was leaning on the same brightly colored crutches in her hand. There was also a bunch of scary things that were obviously skulls hung on the stick.
Maca can sense that a messy, but very powerful, strange wave of magic is spreading over the old witch.
At this moment, the old witch, who had followed the crowd towards the castle, seemed to be aware of Maca's induction, but she stopped and turned her head back abruptly.
"Old ancestors, what's the matter?"
Beside the old witch, a young witch who was almost naked also stopped immediately, and then asked quietly in some African language.
Hearing the words, the old witch took her gaze back from Maca, turned around and continued to follow the flow of people.
"Speak in English!"
She spoke in quite fluent English. Although the pronunciation is somewhat problematic, it is not a problem for people to understand it.
"...If you still want to inherit the tribe from your father, get used to it as soon as possible."
"I see, old ancestor..." The African wizard, who was a young man, changed his mouth and spoke in lame English, "So, what was the ancestor looking at just now? It was the one who greeted him. Our British boy?"
"Huh, didn't I teach you how to call a wizard from another country when you were in the clan?" Look down on that young man, I feel the majestic soul power in him..."
"The majestic soul power?" The young wizard stared at once. While surprised, he forgot to answer in English, "How much is there? Is it enough for your ancestors?"
This time, the old witch did not blame him, but gave him a cold glance.
"Have you forgotten all my warnings before I set off?" The old witch said slowly in her old voice, "If you don't want to die, immediately forget the life sacrifice rituals that violate the prohibition... "
To be honest, the old witch's heart was also full of greed at this time. But after all, she is the most unfathomable wizard in the tribe. Only she who can use the spirit to detect can understand that the young man standing on the lawn is by no means simple.
"The ancestors are here," the old witch murmured in tribal language, "What kind of power is that?"
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Not to mention that the old witch is extremely confused, but on the Maca side, she is still standing in the front courtyard of the castle quietly waiting.
In addition to the African delegation expected to arrive at Hogwarts today, there is also a joint representative team from Mesopotamia.
Because the composition of this delegation is too messy, this time it was integrated thanks to the assisting organization of the Federation. Otherwise, in the completely unformed chaotic magic world over there, the number of individual entries in this competition is probably many times more.
Because although the modern wizards of Mesopotamia are extremely messy, they are quite brilliant in the ancient magic world. Just like the emergence of the exceptionally brilliant Babylonian civilization, the local ancient wizards of that period naturally contributed.
And alchemy is one of their heritage.
This time, the wizards in Mesopotamia were organized by the International Wizards Federation, so the team that led this joint team this time is of course the Federation’s dispatchers.
Here, I think I have to mention how the two delegations arrived today.
The African wizards who appeared on the stage just now were very plain, because this time they were mainly Vagado graduates, and they all showed up outside the school with their door keys.
And the next group of Mesopotamian "unknown army", the way to appear on the stage will stimulate Maca's nerves.
Just as Maca was basking in the sun boringly, he suddenly noticed a wave of magical power in the vestibule clearing. The fluctuations gradually spread from shallow to deep, from small to large.
And at this moment, Maca immediately understood that it should be the Mesopotamian team coming.
However, Maca quickly smiled wryly.
"The people from the Wizarding Union haven't come to get the key to the door before, so I think there may be a problem." He stared at the clearing and thought silently, "They guess they won't be able to make it this time..."
Although the magic fluctuates, Maca doesn't know what method he is trying to get over there, but he knows that the space within the school has been reinforced by the Big Four. If you want to reach it by moving in space, it's just a dream.
A few seconds later, Maca vaguely saw some cylindrical outlines in the clearing. The large pillars were arranged into a circle, which looked like some kind of ancient altar.
Just when the pillars were still in a semi-transparent state, with a slight vibration at the spatial level, all the looming images disappeared~IndoMTL.com~ It is obvious that the intention to move there has completely failed. Up.
"It seems that this time the Mesopotamia joint delegation is going to be late..."
Maca shook his head slightly, then turned around and planned to write a letter to contact the International Wizarding Federation, asking them to send someone to get the key to the door. But just as he walked a few steps, a wave of magical power similar to before appeared again behind him.
"Not giving up?" Maca turned around again with a subtle expression, and looked over there, "Would you like to be so mind-blowing? Why did the organizers sent by the Federation go?"
This time, there seemed to be more effort over there, and even the pillars were a little bit clearer. But it's just that little bit, it can't change the fact that you can't make it through.
When the other side failed again, but started to try the third time, Maca was completely convinced.
"Let’s not mention strength, at least the wizards of Mesopotamia must be very resilient..." He couldn’t help sighing, "If you can hold on for longer, it’s because of your perseverance. , I don’t mind pushing back on your specific location..."
Maca said while taking out the manuscript paper and sitting down on the spot, actually planning to analyze the opponent's magical fluctuations on the spot.
This kind of time-grabbing work Maca is not unheard of. At the beginning, he tried to reverse the location of Greenward, although it failed because of lack of time.