harry potter book of crimes

"Can't come?" Mrs. Maxim looked a little anxious when she heard the fat young man say this. "What's wrong with Mr. Hohenheim?"

In this competition, there are not many people who are qualified to serve as judges, and Mr. Hohenheim is one of the few important candidates who can take on the position of chief judge. That year, the pioneering work of the last International Alchemy Conference

The winner of the Contribution Gold Medal is Mr. Alessandro von Hohenheim.

By the way, Dumbledore also appeared at a certain session of the conference when he was a student, and won the international alchemy award as the "youngest".

It's a pity that since Mr. Hohenheim's conference, this award has been buried in the pile of old papers due to the downturn in alchemy, and there has never been a chance to be revived.

To put it bluntly, if the inheritance of alchemy is almost cut off, where will there be enough alchemists to support such high-quality alchemy exchange conferences?

An alchemy master as valuable as Mr. Hohenheim is naturally the best judge candidate for the upcoming alchemy competition.

However, facing Madam Maxime's urgent questioning, the fat young man standing at the door of the auditorium did not show any signs of anxiety.

"Hi! It's actually nothing -" he shrugged, and the waves of flesh on his chest and cheeks rippled, "To say that the old man was fine yesterday, he got up to go to the toilet at night, and broke his waist.

…I see that he can’t go anywhere these days and is lying at home!”

This reason is very good, quite simple! Mrs. Maxim and President Akinbad looked at each other, their eyes seemed a little erratic, and they might not be able to help but roll their eyes at the next moment!

"Uh... Is it just a slight injury to your waist? Oh, no... I mean, is your father okay?" Mrs. Maxim corrected her words and gave her a greeting, but what she was most concerned about was

Or will Mr. Hohenheim still be able to serve as a judge by then?

"Well... the old man is really fine!" the fat young master said repeatedly, "It's just a minor injury. He has already taken medicine and it will probably heal in two or three days."

After hearing that it was only two or three days, Madame Maxime finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When it comes to holding a competition, the most critical thing is manpower - one is of course the contestants, and the other is the judges. As for the staff, there must be as many as needed.

As one of the most important alchemy masters today, Mr. Hohenheim can be said to be irreplaceable. After all, it will be difficult to find another judge of his caliber in a short period of time.

If problems arise because the judges are not able to convince the public, then the representatives of various forces sitting in the auditorium may have an excuse to launch a mass attack. These wolf cubs are all predators who are attracted by apes.

We can't let them seize such a huge opportunity for prey.

"Since Mr. Hohenheim is fine, that's the best!" Mrs. Maxim returned to her usual grace. She smiled and said, "Come, since you are here on behalf of your father, please take a seat quickly.

Bar!"

At this moment, the various foods on the table have not been removed, and the fat young man has long been greedy. As soon as he heard Madam Maxime said that he could find a seat to sit down, his appetite immediately burst, and he glanced at it casually.

He walked to the seat closest to the door.

"Hey! Buddy, come on...move to the side a little, let me take a rest." The fat young master's fat face was full of smiles, looking a little vulgar and a little funny, "Young master, I'm on my butt all the way.

It's all stuck on the chair in the carriage. I almost broke my waist trying to pull it out just now! I have to make up for it..."

As he spoke, he squeezed towards an empty chair. His extraordinarily broad body pushed the guy next to him and the chair together to the side.

To say that his choice of position was a coincidence, the two unlucky guys he squeezed out of the way were the two Tayfullers who had stared at Maka fiercely before.

Maka saw from a distance that Master Tyfuler was suddenly full of anger, but after hesitating for a moment, he simply moved a little further to the side. Naturally, now was obviously not the time to cause trouble.

After the fat young master of the Hohenheim family finally sat down, Madame Maxime began to be polite to everyone again. What she said next was not the key point, and was mostly insignificant remarks.

But even so, all the guests also turned their attention to her. After all, Madam Maxime is the principal of Beauxbatons, and this is her territory. It is important to respect the owner of the room when speaking.

Social etiquette that people of high status must observe.

Such superficial rules are always a bit boring, but they are also essential.

However, they could not continue to focus their attention. Not long after, there was a sudden splashing sound - the fat young man from the Hohenheim family started to eat!

Maka's seat is relatively forward. In terms of position, he is still far on the other side of the auditorium. But he is one of the few wizards in the auditorium who can look at the fat young master with a smile on his face.

When this big fat man eats, he looks very impressive.

It's not that he was very rough. In fact, he held his knife and fork very neatly in his hands, and his every move was not vulgar. He cut the steak without making any noise.

So where is the problem?

It turns out that this is ultimately to blame for his extraordinarily thick body fat, which makes him have to raise his elbows when putting food into his mouth. But he happens to be very concerned about his eating movements, in order to

In line with dining etiquette, he tried hard not to raise his elbows so high that he had to suck the food in with his mouth every time he ate.

Listening to the sniffing sounds again and again, it is completely unclear whether he cares about etiquette or habit.

Maka discovered that since this strange fat man appeared, the originally tense atmosphere in the auditorium had been completely destroyed by him.

Speaking of which, he also knew Mr. Hohenheim of the Alchemy Research Center. He was an alchemy scholar who focused on research and innovation. But who knew that such a respected alchemy master would actually give birth to a child?

Such a funny fat son - judging from the ages of the father and son, the master who was obsessed with academics must have been in his forties or fifties when he gave birth to his son.

Is this because she was too pampered because she had a son in old age? At least Maka doesn’t look like him.

But in the final analysis, this fat young man not only sat down and started eating, but also made a lot of noise, which was indeed a bit inappropriate. But no one here would really care about him. After all, there are more important things than blaming him.

There are so many!

Look! Mrs. Maxim in front of the auditorium was not affected at all. Although she glanced at the fat man subconsciously, she didn't stumble even once with those useless words in her mouth. Wait.

After most people finally stopped paying attention to the big fat man, she talked about something more meaningful to everyone.

"...I think everyone understands how great an impact it will have on the entire magical world if Mr. Nico Flamel's legacy is officially made public! But in fact, Mr. Flamel is not unconditionally open to the public -

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Seeing that Mrs. Maxim finally brought the topic to the main point, all the guests immediately became more concerned. Soon, their eyes were all focused on Mrs. Maxim.

"The legacy left by Mr. Flamel before his death was his private alchemy laboratory. As for the location of that laboratory, only Mr. Edouard Flamel knows for the time being."

Having said this, Madame Maxime nodded to the old housekeeper of the Flamel family on the side.

"Yes, I think everyone can guess it," she said. "The first problem we will face is how to open Mr. Nico Flamel's laboratory. I have heard before that it is not a

It's an easy thing that requires us to have a sufficient understanding of alchemy 'itself'."

In fact, many magical relics from ancient times have been unearthed in the history of the magic world, and most of them are still being continuously studied and explored. Most of these relics have two things in common, that is, they are easy to find but difficult to enter, and some are difficult to enter.

It's a place that even Muggles who don't understand magic can easily find.

The same is true for Nico Flamel's alchemy laboratory.

"Mr. Edouard Flamel said that it was one of the tasks set by Mr. Nico Flamel in order to find someone who could interpret the legacy he left behind. If there is no wizard in the world who can truly understand 'what is alchemy'

If so, then the legacy he left behind will not matter whether it is public or not."

At this point, the old butler Edward also stood up.

"My host once said that it was Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who left him hope and let him know that there may be many knowledgeable wizards in today's wizarding world.

.That’s why he left these legacies instead of passing away with his wife without saying a word.”

He said, thought again, and then said seriously: "So I think that although the master often says that he has seen the decline of talents in the 665 years of his life, he still has expectations for today's magical world.

He must always believe that our magic will gradually flourish again, with the efforts of generations of young wizards reaching the next peak."

The old housekeeper's words were so sincere that even if the representatives of these forces had impure intentions, they couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The gradual decline of the magic world is obvious to all. Although it seems to have improved in recent years, it is still no longer glorious. Whether it is family power or individuals, they actually hope that the entire magic world can make more and better progress and development.

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It was at this time that Mrs. Maxim said loudly:

"So, Mr. Akinbad and Butler Edward decided that we would hold a world-class alchemy competition to bring more alchemy talents back to the public and show us a more colorful world of alchemy!

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