Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The arena of the International Alchemy Competition is noisy. The audience in the seats is constantly boiling over the wonderful performance of each player. Even the noise of insects and birds in the afternoon is completely covered.

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

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

The handsome middle-aged wizard in a tuxedo seemed to hear nothing from the beginning, and from the beginning to the end he sketched the lines and symbols in the formation.The old witch from the African delegation even added a silencing spell directly around her, completely blocking her voice ten steps away.

Therefore, she would not hear any noise outside at all, and similarly, people outside could not hear what she was saying.

"The bones of the fire dragon, accidentally set up, can make the majestic magic power depend on..."

As her words that looked like a spell settled slightly, the wooden staff used to stir the giant cauldron gradually slowed down the circle.

Immediately afterwards, the crucible seemed to shake, splashing out a few drops of viscous liquid.

"The flesh of the amoeba is voluntarily reconstructed so that the carrying body can be free."

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

Immediately, those slurries calmed down abruptly, and began to reduce their concentration.

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

"Click—"

Just as the old witch finished speaking the third sentence in a high tone, several cracks appeared in the huge crucible that looked so thick.And the dark purple smoke that originally floated from inside suddenly turned into a transparent white at this moment.

Then, a looming sturdy figure slowly stood up from the cauldron, and at the moment when countless spectators looked towards this side, a pair of wide wings silently spread out, blowing away the water vapor. .

"That's... what monster?"

This time, not only was the audience showing their faces full of shock, but even the rest of the players and the judges on the judges' bench looked at this side in awe.

But at this moment, the big guy standing in the crucible has a physique that looks like a human but is quite strong, and has a long tail and wings like a fire dragon.

Judging by the height of that giant cauldron, this monster is probably as tall as a giant.

If you look at its distorted facial features, it is more like a giant than a human, even though it certainly looks much "skinny" than a giant.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the monster seemed to be celebrating his birth, and roared to the sky without warning.It screamed, and even the silencing curse that the old witch placed around was broken in one fell swoop, and the deafening sound instantly suppressed all the noise in the arena.

Just as the audience panicked for a while, the old witch immediately grabbed the skeleton staff leaning on the side and waved at the alchemy monster.

When the other party stopped roaring and stood silently beside her, her voice spread to the audience under a function similar to the sound reinforcement spell.

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

Just as the old witch called the thing "this kid", I am afraid that most people present could hardly agree with it.But at the moment, how to call it has become a thing that cannot be done again, everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks terrible will violently hurt people.

After all, just by looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, most of this big guy is able to fly freely in the sky.

"...Synthetic beast."

Mr. Hohenheim deserves to be the chief judge for this event, and his knowledge is outstanding.Just after a few more glances, he understood what the old African witch had made.

To say that the previous sand corpses and unicorns can be compared to the transformation of modern magic, the old witch must use the technique of bloodline transformation as a comparison.

In terms of the degree of transformation, even the alienated eight-eyed giant spider smashed by Maca is far from being compared with it; but the biggest flaw of this monster is that it is not a real life and has no independent self-will. , And some are just some basic movements that are 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 were really noisy.

So, out of caution, he soon asked again with anxiety.

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

After that, she simply paused the skeleton stick in her hand on the ground, and the monster immediately sat down beside her honestly.

The audience saw that the big guy was so obedient, and while secretly calming down, their incomparable surprise and curiosity once again occupied their hearts.

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

Up to this point, the wonder of alchemy has been deeply burned into the minds of the wizards present, and Maca, Butler Edward, and Mrs. Maxim's original decision to host this event has actually been half achieved.

In the end, when Edward made his debut to publicize Nico Lemay’s legacy, it is certain that alchemy will usher in a new round in the near future.

However, when all the eleven finalists have completed their own refining works, another gentleman is still concentrating on depicting every symbol and every line in his refining formation.

To be honest, although at the beginning, many people were admired for his unconcerned attitude, and even some people were more optimistic about his unhurried attitude.But up to now, I still sluggishly take care of myself, which is a bit unbearable.

It stands to reason that so many spectators, players and even the judges in the audience wait patiently for him, and whoever changes will probably feel uneasy.

But this guy just immersed himself in doing his own thing, without any other reaction at all.I don't know whether he really doesn't know about the changes in the surrounding environment, or is he not aware of it?

In fact, there is still time left for the game, because it is considered in advance that there will be many difficulties in hosting the alchemy event for the first time.

Therefore, both Maca and Hohenheim agreed that time is better than less.If the players are all finished before the time is up, then naturally they can jump directly to the next stage.

But now it seems that the extra time probably has to be spent on this last player.

However, after all, there are clear regulations first, whether it is the judges or the audience, they have to accept their fate and wait in peace.Everyone watched the tuxedo wizard squatting on the spot, adding new ink marks to the formation without hesitation, time was slowly passing by.

"Go on like this... No way!"

In a certain seat of the VIP seat, the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour looked at the other auditoriums behind from time to time, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

He is also one of the people who value this event extremely, and compared to others, he pays more attention to the watching experience of these spectators.

As the supreme coordinator of the British magic circle, he is extremely looking forward to the alchemy contest having a positive impact on Hogwarts and the whole British magic circle, and all 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 fiery schedule.

"Where did McLean go..." Scrimgeour muttered, looking left and right, "If he were there, there might be a good way."

Unfortunately, at least until dark, Maca will not come back.

In the next two hours, the tuxedo wizard failed to complete his formation after all, and the game time had been exhausted.

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

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

It was the second after Mr. Hohenheim spoke this. The middle-aged wizard who squatted on the ground focused and formed a formation stood up with his sore knees and gently put the pen in his hand back. On the stone platform beside him.

Many people have seen that his always indifferent face can't help but show a trace of regret.

Soon, Hohenheim, in accordance with the established procedures, and the members of the judges began to sing the scores of the players.

Not surprisingly, the tuxedo wizard did not fulfill the requirements of the game and scored a zero point that was "required by everyone."As for the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast had some controversy among the judges, it was forbidden to even modify the bloodline of a magical creature.

But because the International Wizarding Federation has no actual rules and regulations on alchemy, she is indeed number one on the academic level.

Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the affirmation she deserved.

When the championship was finally decided, everything seemed to be coming to an end. The principal of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, suddenly appeared from a certain entrance.

Behind her, Mrs. Maxim and the old butler Edward also walked into everyone's vision.

But at this moment, the gaze of Old Edward suddenly passed by the feet of the tuxedo wizard in a formation, and a look of surprise passed across his face.

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