harry potter book of crimes

The arena of the International Alchemy Competition was noisy, and the audience in the seats was excited by the wonderful performances of each contestant from time to time. Even the chirping of insects and birds in the afternoon was completely covered up.

But no matter how noisy the environment is, the players who can make it all the way to the finals can ignore the noise. In their hearts, completing the training in front of them is the most important thing.

Among the twelve finalists, two people implemented this point most thoroughly.

The handsome middle-aged wizard in a tuxedo seemed to hear nothing from the beginning. From beginning to end, he was sketching the lines and symbols in the formation one by one. And the African representative

The old witch in the group even added a silencing spell around herself, completely blocking the sound ten steps away.

Therefore, she will not hear any noise outside at all, and similarly, people outside will not be able to hear what she is saying.

"The bones of the fire dragon, accidentally set up, can give the majestic magic power some support..."

As her mantra-like words settled down a little, the wooden stick used to stir the giant crucible gradually slowed down the speed of drawing circles.

Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to vibrate, and a few drops of viscous liquid splashed out.

"The flesh of the amoeba, voluntarily reconstructed, frees the carrying body."

Another word came out of her mouth, and when her slightly hoarse voice paused, the stirring rod was pulled away from the muddy slurry in the crucible.

Immediately, the slurry suddenly calmed down and began to become less concentrated.

"The blood of mountain monsters, forced to be absorbed, can start the cycle of life and death!"

"Click——"

The moment the old witch finished her third sentence in a high tone, several cracks appeared in the seemingly extremely thick giant crucible. And the dark purple smoke that originally floated out from it suddenly turned into a

A kind of transparent white.

Then, a looming and sturdy figure slowly stood up from the crucible, and at the moment that countless spectators looked over, a pair of broad wings spread out silently, blowing away the water vapor.

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"What kind of monster is that?"

This time, not only the audience showed shock on their faces, but also the other contestants and the judging panel on the judges' bench looked at them in astonishment.

But I saw that the big guy standing in the crucible at this time had a human-like but rather strong physique, and had a long tail and wings that resembled a fire dragon.

Judging from the height of the giant crucible, this monster is probably as tall as a giant monster.

If you look at its distorted facial features, it looks more like a troll than a human being - although it definitely looks much "thinner" than a troll.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, as if celebrating its own birth, the monster roared up to the sky without any warning. With its roar, even the silencing spells placed around it by the old witch were broken in one fell swoop.

The deafening sound immediately suppressed all the noise in the arena.

Just when the audience was somewhat panicked, the old witch immediately grabbed the long skeleton staff leaning on the side and waved it at the alchemy monster.

When the other party stopped roaring and stood beside her silently, her voice spread to the entire audience under an effect similar to that of amplifying spells.

"Please rest assured that the child is under my control at all times. I assure you that this child will never cause any harm to everyone."

As for the old witch calling that thing "this child", I'm afraid most people present would find it difficult to agree with it. But at the moment, how to call it has become another matter. Everyone only cares about that thing that looks very special.

Will the scary big guy get violent and hurt people?

After all, just looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you can tell that this big guy is probably able to fly freely in the sky.

"...synthetic beast."

Mr. Hohenheim deserves to be the special chief judge of this competition, 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 the transformation technique in modern magic, then the thing created by the old witch must be compared with the technology of blood transformation.

If we look at the degree of transformation, even the alienated Acromantula created by Maka is far from comparable; but the biggest flaw of the monster in front of us is that it is not a real life and has no independent self-will.

, some are just some basic movements that have been preset in the formation.

"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"

There were too many people at this event, and Hohenheim knew very well how troublesome it would be if this thing really got into trouble.

Therefore, out of caution, he quickly asked again uneasily.

"Yes, Mr. Hohenheim, the chief judge," the old witch said calmly, "I am convinced of this."

After saying that, she simply put the skull staff in her hand on the ground for a moment, and the monster immediately sat down beside her obediently.

Seeing that the big guy was so obedient, the audience calmed down secretly, but at the same time, they were extremely surprised and curious once again occupying their hearts.

Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion of this final.

By this time, the wonders of alchemy had been deeply ingrained into the minds of the wizards present, and half of the original purpose of Maca, Edward the Butler, and Madame Maxime's decision to host this event had actually been achieved.

At the end, when Edward appears on the stage and publicly discloses the legacy of Nicolas Flamel, alchemy will surely usher in a new beginning in the near future.

However, when the eleven finalists have completed their finished works, there is still one gentleman who is still concentrating on describing every symbol and every line in his finished formation.

To be honest, although at the beginning, many people admired him for his undistracted attitude, and some people were even more optimistic about him because of his calmness. But now, they are still busy drawing lines and symbols on their own.

This is a bit unbearable.

Logically speaking, if so many spectators, contestants and even judges were waiting patiently for him, anyone else would probably feel uneasy.

But this guy just immersed himself in doing his own thing and didn't react at all. I don't know if he is really unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he pretending not to be aware?

There is actually still time left for the competition, because we have considered in advance that there will be many unforeseen events when hosting an alchemy competition for the first time.

Therefore, both Macca and Hohenheim agreed at that time that more time is better than less time. If the players finish everything before the time is up, they can naturally jump to the next stage.

But now it seems that the extra time will probably be spent on the last player.

However, after all, there were clear rules in place, and both the judges and the audience had to accept their fate and wait with peace of mind. Everyone looked at the tuxedo wizard squatting on the spot, slowly adding new ink marks to the formation.

Time is passing slowly.

"If this goes on...it won't work!"

At a certain seat in the VIP seats, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour glanced at the other auditoriums behind him from time to time, feeling a little anxious.

He is also one of the people who attaches great importance to this event, and compared to others, he is more concerned about the viewing experience of these spectators.

As the top coordinator of the British magical community, he is extremely looking forward to the positive impact the Alchemy Competition will have on Hogwarts and the entire British magical community. All of this will become one of his greatest political achievements during his tenure.

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 McClane go..." Scrimgeour muttered, looking around, "If he were here, maybe there would be some good solution."

It's a pity that Maka won't come back at least before dark.

In the next nearly two hours, the tuxedo wizard failed to complete his formation, and the competition time was all exhausted.

Hohenheim stared closely at the huge hourglass high in the sky, watching the last grain of sand fall quietly, and then he suddenly stood up.

"I declare that the final stage of the first International Alchemy Competition is over!"

The second after Mr. Hohenheim said this, the middle-aged wizard who was squatting on the ground and concentrating on the formation also stood up with his sore knees and gently put the pen back in his hand.

He stood on the stone platform next to him.

Many people could not help but see a hint of regret on his always calm face.

Immediately, Hohenheim followed the established procedures and began to announce the scores of the contestants together with the members of the jury.

Not surprisingly, the Tuxedo Wizard failed to complete the competition requirements and received the "expected" zero score. As for the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast caused some controversy among the judges, because even the transformation of the bloodline of magical creatures

All are expressly prohibited.

But since the International Federation of Wizards has no actual regulations on alchemy, on an academic level, she is indeed good enough to rank first.

Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the recognition she deserved.

When the champion was finally decided, everything seemed to come to an end naturally, and Professor McGonagall, the principal of Hogwarts, 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 sight suddenly passed over the formation formation at the feet of the tuxedo wizard, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.