Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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.

In the heyday of ancient magic, the establishment and demise of many civilizations were inseparable from the rise and fall of magic itself.And wizards all over the world, just like those civilizations that emerge in endlessly like stars, have various forms and backgrounds.

Alchemy, a science 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 you give them an example with modern magic, it will be much simpler and clearer.

For example, the transformation between matter and matter is actually a permanent version of polymorphism; while 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 in the above two general directions, even potions, astronomy, arithmetic and divination can be included.

That's why it is 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?

Only a few of the residues under the wheels were fortunately stuck 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 have graduated from the only remaining magic school in Africa's magical world—Vagado, but it seems that there are some strange guys in it.

This is actually very easy to distinguish for Maca.

The current president of the International Federation of Wizards, Akinbad, was a student at the Vagadou School of Magic.Before in France, he shared some recent developments in the African magic world with Maca and others at the dinner table.

Most of the students from Wagado today are in line with international standards, and they are not very different from British wizards.But if you talk about the scattered tribal wizards, you can only say that there are all kinds of weird ones.

Just like the few guys in front of the delegation crowd:

One had a lot of feathers stuck in his head, and his body was covered with red mud; one was covered with only a rag apron, but with a wooden carved oversized mask on his face; and another wore it. He was covered in colorful and weird clothes, and he 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 holding 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 could sense that the old witch was spreading a messy, but very powerful, strange magic wave.

At this moment, the old witch, who had followed the crowd towards the castle, seemed to be aware of Maca's induction, but suddenly stopped and turned her head.

"Old ancestor, 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.

When the old witch heard the words, she took her gaze back from Maca, turned around and continued to follow the crowd.

"Speak in English!"

She spoke in quite fluent English. Although the pronunciation was somewhat problematic, it was not a problem for people to understand.

"...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 just a young man changed his mouth and spoke in bad English. "So, what was the ancestor just looking at? It's the British that greeted us behind. Kid?"

"Huh, didn't I teach you how to call a wizard from another country when you were in the clan?" The old witch said, there was a flash of genuine killing intent in her eyes, "Don't underestimate that Young man, I feel the majestic soul power in him..."

"The majestic soul power?" The young wizard stared suddenly, and while surprised, he forgot to answer in English, "How much? Is it enough for your ancestor?"

This was this time, but the old witch did not blame him, but gave him a cold glance again.

"Before I set off, have you forgotten all my instructions?" The old witch slowly said in her old voice, "If you don't want to die, immediately forget the rituals that violate the prohibition..."

To be honest, at this time the old witch's heart was also full of greed.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.

"Ancestors are here," the old witch murmured in tribal language, "what kind of power is that?"

...

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 team of representatives 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 participants in this competition is probably many times more.

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 also one of their foundations.

This time, the wizards of Mesopotamia were organized by the International Wizards' Federation, so this time the joint team was led by the Federation's dispatchers.

At this point, I think I have to mention how the two delegations arrived today.

The African wizards' appearance just now was very unremarkable, 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.

At a certain moment when Maca was boring and basking in the sun, he suddenly noticed a wave of magical power in the vestibule.The fluctuations gradually spread from shallow to deep, from small to large.

At this moment, Maca immediately understood that it should be the Mesopotamia team coming.

However, Maca quickly smiled bitterly.

"The people from the Wizarding Union have never come to get the key to the door. 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 magical power fluctuates, Maca doesn't know what method he is trying to come 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 is simply 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.

But while the pillars were still in a semi-transparent state, with a slight vibration of the spatial level, all the looming images disappeared.

Obviously, the intention to move over there has completely failed.

"It seems that this time the joint delegation of Mesopotamia will be late..."

Maca shook his head lightly, 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.

"Don't give 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 increased efforts, even the pillars were a little 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 began to try the third time, Maca was completely convinced.

"Leave aside the strength, at least the wizards of Mesopotamia must be very resilient..." He couldn't help sighing, "If you can hold on for longer, for the sake of your perseverance, I am Don’t mind pushing back on your specific location..."

While Maca was talking, he took out the manuscript and sat down on the spot, actually planning to analyze the opponent's magical fluctuations on the spot.

Maca didn't do this kind of time-grabbing work. He had tried to reverse the location of Greenward, although he failed because of lack of time.