Chapter 691 Who?

"...That's...that's it?"

In Maca's mind, something like "alchemy" should be very "mysterious".

Before this game, he had read a lot of materials for this, and deeply realized the complexity and ingenuity of this knowledge. Theoretically speaking, as long as you have enough information and a sufficiently accurate theory, then anything can be obtained through refining and transforming.

In addition, the "little game" left by Nicole Flamel and Sarah's spiritual refinement left a deep impression on him, which made him even more interested in this event that gathered a large number of alchemists. looking forward to it.

However, when the judges announced the titles of the first batch of competitions, and when the contestants began to calculate on the draft paper, Maca was stunned.

And at the moment above the judges' seat, a huge curtain swaying in the wind is being spread out of thin air under the influence of the spell, and the words on it can be clearly seen even hundreds of meters away——

"Convert raw galena into copper spoons."

Seeing the players in the arena leaning over and calculating their movements in unison, Maca was completely dumbfounded.

"That..." He turned his head in surprise, and asked Professor McGonagall beside him, "Professor, isn't this the sixth-grade alchemy subject of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States?"

Yes, although Hogwarts does not have an elective course in alchemy, other schools may not. Like the Ilvermorny mentioned by Maca, they have teaching content for this subject for students.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "The difficulty of this question is to build the shape of a spoon with a formation. I think... the more refined the judges will be, the higher the score will be..."

"No, no, I'm not talking about this..." Maca said puzzledly, "Although my knowledge of alchemy may not be sufficient, but... put the subject of 'lead-copper conversion', which has a formula for refining, on the table. In such a big competition, isn't it a bit too child's play?"

"Ah, um..." Professor McGonagall nodded slightly upon hearing this, "I know what you want to say, it's just..."

"It's just that this is the current level of most alchemists in the world—"

Fatty Noah, who was sitting on the seat diagonally behind Maca, suddenly bent over and moved up.

"Our old man said that there are too few alchemists in the modern magic world, and at least half of them are potion masters." He said, "Alchemy... Now even the alchemy symbol table is not complete, but there are still many seemingly remarkable alchemy formulas and alchemy formation blueprints left over, many of which can be seen but not used!"

After the fat man complained, Maca understood a lot. Thinking about it, if he was asked to make a rune array map when the Phoenician rune list was incomplete, although it could be replaced by other rune combinations to some extent, the difficulty of constructing it would undoubtedly be much higher than the original picture cut.

"So..." he said thoughtfully, "The ability to flexibly use the surviving alchemy symbols to draw more refined and effective alchemy formations is a manifestation of the gap in the abilities of modern alchemists?"

Just when Maca suddenly thought about the polarization of the strength of modern alchemists, Sarah's voice rang out suddenly.

"The topic selected by the judges is very reasonable." She said softly, "The essence of alchemy is to transform something into something through the 'understanding', 'decomposition' and 'reconstruction' of matter or spirit. A process of giving something of value to someone else... 'Giving a sip of water to someone who is dying of thirst' means essentially the same thing as 'giving a gold coin to a poor person'."

Sarah’s words are actually very clear. What she means is—even if the conversion process and results are inconspicuous, as long as someone needs it, it is valuable.

However, although Maca knew these things, he still lost a lot of interest in the game in front of him. After all, he didn't plan to study alchemy in depth, and when he thought about watching the judges evaluate the copper spoons, he felt sleepy.

"Forget it, after all, this is only the first round of screening," he thought secretly, "At least I have seen a few wizards who looked quite capable before, and it will become more and more exciting in the future... ..."

Among today's alchemists, the top ones are much higher than the average. Even if it is recognized that Nicole Flamel, the world's top alchemy master, has passed away, at least there are still some other geniuses. If this is the case, this competition is still worth looking forward to.

...

In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, Ence, who had lost consciousness for a long time, finally sat up in a daze while supporting the cold ground.

After he looked around, the deep darkness around him quickly regained his sobriety.

Following a rustling sound in the pitch blackness, Ens touched the wand that he had dropped on the ground. When the phrase "fluorescence flashes" resounded throughout the empty secret room, a mass of soft light spread rapidly, sweeping away the darkness around him.

"...How long have I been unconscious?"

He frowned and tried to recall, but he couldn't figure out a specific time.

"By the way, did that Slytherin shadow say something else before that?" Ens shook his head, thinking carefully, "Um... don't get lost in the power? No, the front should be still got more……"

At that time, in order to move his "heavy" body in front of the green shadow, he expended a lot of energy, and in the end even his consciousness was blurred. But he remembered the last sentence left by Slytherin very clearly.

After a while, Ensi, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly nodded.

"He said, 'Go into the chamber behind me'...and...what about Rowena...oh, the Ravenclaw Tower on the west side, right?"

Thinking of this, Ens couldn't help standing up from the ground, and regardless of the mud marks and dusty dust on his body, he quickly walked back to the deepest wall of the secret room.

"The secret room behind you?" He reached out and knocked on the wall, the thick texture felt on his hand, and the knuckles that hit the stone wall felt a dull pain, "Isn't this the secret room...Could there be something behind?"

After a brief pause, he took a few steps back, and then swung his wand at the wall.

"Alahoo hole is open."

The lock-picking spell was not used against the wall, not to mention whether there was something wrong with the stone wall itself, at least it was a matter of course that his spell didn't take effect.

Lighting up the extinguished light cluster again, Ernes held up his wand and inspected the wall several times. But no matter how you looked at it, it was an extremely thick brick wall, no different from the walls in other places.

"Hmm..." He couldn't help feeling a little depressed about this, "The Cutting Curse can cut rocks, but cutting hard objects is something that can only be learned in fifth grade... No, maybe something will open the secret door the agency?"

Reminiscent of the previous experience in the Hufflepuff Chamber of Secrets, Ens naturally had such guesses. It's a pity, how can everything be universal in this world? The so-called "secret door mechanism" he was looking for naturally did not exist.

Ensi, who groped back and forth on the wall and corner for a long time, finally chose to give up temporarily.

"The words left by Slytherin should be correct, then..." he thought to himself, "Yes, the more this wall is not destroyed, the more likely there are things left inside..."

Thinking about it this way, although the self-comforting element in it was quite strong, it still made him recover a little bit of patience. Just what to do next?

He has experienced so many things in this secret room, and suffered a lot. If he is allowed to go back like this, he will be extremely unwilling.

Ensi touched his trouser pocket, still hesitating in his heart.

There are not many lucky chocolates left, so if you can't find the supplementary Felicity Elixir, you will naturally eat one less. Besides, there is a double limit of dose and time for taking Felicia elixir, even if there are more elixirs, he will not make fun of his body knowing that there are proven side effects.

After seeing this ruined Slytherin chamber, whether to use the precious lucky chocolate here has become a real problem.

If you enter the "chamber of secrets" on the other side of the wall, only to find that someone has already made it there, you will regret it.

In fact, although Ennes' brains are shrewd enough, his time in contact with the magic world is still too little after all. If other wizards face this problem, why hesitate?

It was the Chamber of Secrets left by Salazar Slytherin, and there were so many people in the world who couldn't see it even if they wanted to!

Fortunately, Ensi decided to take a gamble after thinking about it for a while. At any rate, he vaguely remembered that Slytherin seemed to have mentioned something like a "gift", didn't he?

He shook his left hand, took a deep breath, and then took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket. The light emerging from the tip of the right cane fell on the tin foil wrapped in chocolate, reflecting a hazy golden halo.

It was as if something good could happen just by looking at that layer of halo—this was the power of the Elixir of Bliss.

Peeling off the golden foil, Ens stuffed the chocolate into his mouth and chewed hard. And in the next second, when the first ray of sweet chocolate syrup mixed with saliva slipped down the throat, the wonderful feeling of taking Felicia once again invaded his whole body.

"Oh, sure enough there's something behind..."

Just as he was about to reach out the wand in his hand and try to do something, a strange feeling immediately made his arm freeze.

"How... um? Who?"

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