Chapter 676 Refugee Group and Miscellaneous Army

Some scholars once said that the ancient civilization of magic is the ancient civilization of human beings. Although this kind of argument is quite one-sided, it also explains 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 endlessly like stars, have various forms and backgrounds.

Alchemy, a science that was once very popular in ancient times, has been almost shattered under the torrent of history. But if compared with the modern magic that has undergone repeated twists and turns to adapt to the changes of the times, the surviving knowledge fragments, on the contrary, have been able to retain the style that originated from ancient times.

And now, when Maca looked at these alchemists who came to Hogwarts from all corners of the world, he couldn't help but secretly sighed "eye-opening".

The so-called "alchemy" is actually the theory and practice of studying the conversion between "matter and matter" and "matter and spirit". It may be too abstract to say this, but if we use modern magic to give them examples, it will be much simpler and clearer.

For example, the transformation of matter and matter is actually a permanent version of transfiguration; while the transformation of 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 of the above two general directions, it can even include potions, astronomy, arithmetic and divination, etc.

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 a mere discipline as it is now.

However, even if Nicole Flamel is still alive, I am afraid that it will not be possible to organize and complete it into a "magic system". Since ancient times, how many things that have been crushed by the wheel of history can be put together perfectly?

Those dregs under the wheels, only a very few were lucky enough to stick to the wheels, and as the times progressed, they were mixed with other things. Just like modern Potion Science, some of its theoretical formulas are inherited from alchemy, and have been passed down from generation to generation to this day.

"Everyone from the African magic world, please follow this Mr. Filch inside, Hogwarts has prepared a room for you to rest..."

Maca is standing in the vestibule of the school, welcoming the members of the African delegation who arrived today. Most of these members graduated from the only remaining magic school in the African magic world-Wagadu, but it seems that there are some strange guys mixed in.

For Maca, it is actually very easy to distinguish.

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

Today's students from Ouagadou are mostly in line with international standards, and the difference between them and wizards in the UK is not very huge. But if you want to talk about those scattered tribal wizards, you can only say that there are all kinds of weird ones.

Just like the 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; Covered in colorful and weird costumes, not even an inch of skin can be seen.

And what Maca cares most about,

It was an old witch in a big brown cloak. Her face was smeared with fine and colorful natural pigments, and she was holding a crutch with the same bright colors in her hand. There was also a string of scary things that were obviously skulls hanging on the cane.

Maca could sense that the old witch was spreading a kind of chaotic but powerful strange magic power fluctuation.

At this moment, the old witch who had already followed the crowd towards the castle seemed to have sensed Maca's induction, and suddenly stopped and turned her head.

"Old Ancestor, what's the matter?"

Beside the old witch, a young wizard who was almost naked also stopped immediately, and then asked in a low voice in some African language.

The old witch looked away from Maca after hearing that, turned around and continued to follow the flow of people.

"Speak in English!"

When she spoke, she used quite fluent English. Although there were some problems with her pronunciation, it was not a problem for people to understand.

"...If you still want to inherit the tribe from your father, then get used to it as soon as possible."

"I understand, old ancestor..." The African wizard who was just a young man changed his mouth and said in broken English, "So, what was old ancestor looking at just now? It was the British who greeted us at the back." Kid?"

"Hmph, didn't I teach you how to address wizards from other countries when you were in the tribe?" The old witch said, with a real cold killing intent flashing in her eyes, "Don't underestimate that Young man, I feel the majestic soul power from him..."

"Magnificent soul power?" The young wizard's eyes widened suddenly, and he forgot to answer in English while being surprised, "How much? Is it enough for your ancestors to eat?"

This time, the old witch did not blame him, but gave him another cold look.

"Did you forget all my instructions before you set off?" The old witch said slowly in her old voice, "If you don't want to die, then immediately forget about those life sacrifice ceremonies that violated the prohibition..."

To tell the truth, 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 spiritual detection can understand that the young man standing on the lawn is not simple.

"My ancestors," the old witch murmured in the tribal language, "what kind of power is that?"

...

Not to mention the unusual confusion on the side of the old witch, but on Maca's side, she was still standing in the castle vestibule and waiting quietly.

In addition to the African delegation, there is also a joint representative team from Mesopotamia that is expected to arrive at Hogwarts today.

Due to the fact that the composition of this delegation is too messy, the integration this time is also thanks to the assistance organization of the Federation. Otherwise, in the completely shapeless and chaotic magic world over there, the number of individual participants in this competition would be several times higher.

Because although the modern wizards in Mesopotamia are extremely messy, they are quite outstanding in the ancient magic world. Just like the rise of the extraordinarily bright Babylonian civilization, the local ancient wizards of that period naturally contributed a lot.

And alchemy is one of their foundations.

This time, since the wizards in Mesopotamia were organized by the International Federation of Wizards, the people who lead this joint team this time are of course the personnel sent by the Federation.

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

The appearance of those African wizards just now was very ordinary, because this time they were mainly graduates of Waggadu, and they all appeared outside the school gate with the port key.

And the next group of Mesopotamian "nonsense soldiers" appeared on the stage in a way that stimulated Maca's nerves.

At a certain moment when Maca was basking in the sun boredly, he suddenly noticed a wave of magic power in the vestibule. That wave went from shallow to deep, from small to large, and then gradually spread.

And at this very moment, Maca immediately understood—it should be that the Mesopotamian team is coming.

However, Maca quickly smiled wryly.

"The people from the Wizarding Union didn't come to ask for the Portkey before, so I thought there might be something wrong." He stared at the open space and thought speechlessly, "They probably won't be able to come this time..."

Although Maca didn't know what method was used to try to come over just by the fluctuation of magic power, but he knew that the space within the school was reinforced by the Big Four. If you want to reach it by moving through space, it is simply a dream.

After a few seconds, Maca vaguely saw some columnar outlines in the open space. Those large pillars are arranged in a circle, which looks like some kind of ancient altar.

But when those pillars were still in a translucent state, with a slight vibration at the spatial level, all the looming images disappeared.

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

"It seems that the Mesopotamian joint delegation may be late this time..."

Maca shook his head lightly, then turned around and planned to write a letter to contact the International Federation of Wizards, asking them to send someone to get the Portkey as soon as possible. But just as he walked a few steps, there was another wave of magic power similar to before behind him.

"Still not giving up?" Maca turned around with a delicate expression, and looked over there, "Are you so stubborn? Why did the organizer sent by the Federation go?"

This time, there seemed to be more force over there, and even those pillars were a little bit clearer. But it was just a little bit, and it couldn't change the fact that he couldn't make it through.

And when the opponent failed again, but started to try for the third time, Maca was completely convinced.

"Not to mention strength, at least the wizards in Mesopotamia must be very resilient..." He couldn't help sighing, "If you can hold on for a little longer, for the sake of your perseverance, I'd rather I don't mind pushing back the exact location of your side..."

While talking, Maca took out the manuscript paper and sat down on the spot, planning to analyze the opponent's magic power fluctuations on the spot.

It's not that Maca hasn't done this kind of time-grabbing job before. He tried to deduce the whereabouts of Greenwald back then, although he failed because of lack of time.