Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Regardless of whether it is reasonable in nature or not, at least for the audience present, the content of the first night is undoubtedly quite boring.

Maca worked with the people of the International Wizarding Federation to plan the progress of many events, and even some off-site entertainment and consumption points were taken into consideration in every detail, but the fun of the game itself was ignored.

In short, no matter how important the research value of alchemy is, for ordinary spectators who come to watch the game, "whether the game is interesting" is obviously the most important thing.

Therefore, as far as the result of the night is concerned-compared to the process of watching a group of alchemists transforming raw ore into spoons, the suggestion originally proposed by Maca that "some lively performances can be interspersed" turned into This is the most popular show tonight.

The inter-schedule episode, which was originally just to relax everyone, suddenly became the main content for the guests to watch, which made Maca himself a little bit dumbfounded.

"Mr. Hornheim, I suggest that after the first round of the competition, the judges should also consider adding some fun to it..."

After the first night's schedule came to an end, Maca was discussing with the members of the jury in the coordinating office.Today is the first day of the game process. After actually observing the game, correcting and solving the exposed problems as soon as possible is what the organizers should do.

"but……"

Sarah's muscular father showed a little embarrassed expression when he heard Maca say this.

"Research work is always a boring and simple thing. What we need to get is tangible results... McLean, you are also a researcher of magic knowledge. I believe you can understand what I mean."

Of course Maca could understand what Hohenheim said.

In fact, some research results may be very eye-catching in the eyes of ordinary people, but most research work is boring.For example, he himself, in the daily deductions and calculations at the desk, can come up with a small change method for streamlining the spell, so that the casting speed of the spell is shortened by one or even half a syllable.

This kind of work is often very inconspicuous even with the process and results, but its value is self-evident.

"Yes, I can understand..." Maca nodded, but quickly shook it slightly, "But, didn't you just mention to me the frustration of modern alchemy a few days ago? "

He paused for a while, then continued:

"I don't know what you guys think... Maybe the players and the foreign powers off the court are all thinking about Nico Lemay's legacy, but -" he said, "The biggest significance of this game , I think it is to reawaken the wizards’ expectations of alchemy. I think that if we want to increase the number of people interested in alchemy, we must make those children who don’t know anything about alchemy excited. !"

"This one……"

Perhaps it is true that the name "Nicole Le May" has been given so much meaning that most people focus on the rewards after the game.

People always focus on the benefits they can touch.For those in power, this event is a struggle for the final share of the inheritance; for researchers, this event is a bridge to "access to the knowledge at the pinnacle of contemporary alchemy".

But in the face of such huge interests, they tend to ignore the significance and impact of this contest on ordinary wizards.

Even if Nico Lemay really left the elixir and even the Philosopher’s Stone in his legacy, does this have anything to do with the spectators who came to the scene?

At least, there is no direct relationship at all.

However, in this world, there are people who want alchemy to rise again.For example, the group of alchemists in Mesopotamia is probably one of them.

For another example, the Mr. Hornheim in front of Maca seems to be one of these people.

"I think I understand what you mean," Hohenheim nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, we have put too much energy on the alchemy legacy... Well, thinking about it, this game is indeed It's a very suitable opportunity...I will consider it carefully tonight."

After sending away the members of the judges, Maca sat behind his desk and couldn't help grinning secretly.

I just said so high-sounding words, it sounds like awe-inspiring, but is he really the kind of person who is willing to consider and pay for the global magic world?

No, he just followed Nicole Lemay’s last wish to find a seemingly remarkable reason to make this Hogwarts competition even more grandiose.

For Hogwarts, the positive impact of this event is definitely the bigger the better.As long as you have the ability and methods, you can't go too far.

Just as Maca twisted his neck and loosened his muscles and bones, and was about to take another walk in the arena to see if there was any problem, a small black spot suddenly crawled along his upper, trouser legs, and outer robe. On the back of his hand.

"Well?"

He raised his hand, stared at the little spider on the back of his hand, then flipped his hand and put it into his sleeve.

"Is this coming..."

The next moment, his right hand flicked lightly, and under the effect of the Illusion Curse, the whole person completely disappeared.

...

At the same time, Hogsmeade Village Pig Head Bar.

Due to the unprecedented momentum of the International Alchemy Competition these days, it has attracted wizards from all over the world to watch and play, and Aberforth, who had fewer customers than three broomsticks, was already full of drinkers here.

Right now tonight’s schedule has just ended, and a large number of guests are coming to Hogsmeade, and there will surely be a new wave of consumption later.

To be honest, Aberforth has been very annoyed recently because he didn't want to see so many people.

For him, when he took over this bar, he valued the desertedness here. In addition, his eldest brother Albus Dumbledore needed a trusted person to collect market intelligence, which made him become a boss and waiter here. .

Otherwise, with his violent temper, where can he do this kind of service industry that must have dedication?

But now--

"...Hey, another pure malt whiskey with ice."

Outside the counter, an Australian wizard who had long been dizzy and drank half leaning on the edge of the bar, smashing the table with his soft elbow.

Aberforth looked at him with a cold face, casually grabbed a wine bottle from the wine rack behind him with his right hand, and fished a wine glass from under the bar with his left hand.

"Boom!"

He slapped the wine glass heavily in front of the opponent, and the glass was almost wiped down the tip of the man's nose.If you go a little further, this force must break the bridge of the drunk man's nose.

After throwing an ice lump into the glass, there was a crisp crashing sound, and the wine bottle in the right hand also poured out amber liquor.

It is a pity that the drunk wizard in front of Aberforth might not be able to enjoy this authentic bourbon barrel pure malt whisky.Because just as soon as Aberforth poured the wine, his feet suddenly softened, and he rolled to the bar under the bar and fell asleep.

"damn it……"

Aberforth picked up the glass by himself, swallowed the cold and fragrant liquor in the glass, then turned around and stuffed the glass with the ice cubes into the sink.

"...I have remembered both this glass of wine and you. The money to be paid, a copper nat will not be less!"

After a vicious mutter, his gaze swept around the bar, his face was full of impatient.At the end, he glanced at the ceiling subconsciously, but couldn't help sighing slightly.

His brother has devoted too much effort to Hogwarts-even if his sister Ariana's accidental death, he has been complaining about his brother Albus all his life, but the two are brothers after all.

Now my elder brother is gone too, walking as free and arbitrary as the Albus back then.As a result, his relatives in this world seem to be all left.

So, what can he expect from Aberforth Dumbledore?

Just as he was inadvertently thinking about these "philosophies of life" that he hadn't been fond of since childhood, another head suddenly appeared in front of the bar.

"...Hey, another glass... pure malt... with ice?"

After regaining his senses, Aberforth glanced at him blankly. It was the drunk Australian wizard who had just been lying on the floor.

"You have finished drinking."

As Aberforth said, reaching out, he slapped the opponent's outstretched head back.

At this moment, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open again from the outside, and a figure in a cloak walked in.Aberforth just took a look, and suddenly recognized who the not-tall figure should belong to.

Sure enough, after the other side nodded slightly, he hurried to the inside of the bar.There is a locked door, and behind it is the staircase leading to the second floor of the bar. The magic above cannot be unlocked by anyone.

But the figure just touched the doorknob, then easily unscrewed the door leaf, and disappeared into the crack of the opened door.

The sound of the door being closed again is like a small wave in the sea in the noisy bar, almost no one noticed.

Aberforth shook his head slightly, he took the wine glass beside him again and wiped it carelessly.

"That's it," he muttered to himself, "Anyway, it's already such a big age, and it's the same to die sooner or later. If that's the case, why not do something trivial for these young people..."

Tonight’s Pig Head Bar seems to be extremely noisy.

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