Chapter 693 The Noise Under the Night

Whether it makes sense in nature or not, at least to the audience in the audience, the content of the first night's game is undoubtedly quite uninteresting.

Maca and the people from the International Federation of Wizards worked together to plan the progress of many events, and even took care of some entertainment activities and consumption points outside the field, but ignored the fun of the game itself.

In short, no matter how great 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 results of the night were concerned-compared to watching groups of alchemists transforming raw ore into spoons, the suggestion of "some lively performances" proposed by Maca at first turned out to be The most popular show among the audience tonight.

What was originally just a small episode during the game schedule for everyone to relax, suddenly became the main content for the guests to watch, which made Maca himself a little dumbfounded.

"Mr. Hohenheim, I suggest that after the first round of the competition, the judges should also consider adding some fun into the questions..."

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

"But……"

Sarah's muscular father showed a slightly embarrassed expression after hearing what Maca said.

"Research work is always a boring and simple thing. What we need to come up with are real results...McLean, you are also a researcher of magical 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 of the research work is boring. For example, he himself, in the day-to-day deduction and calculations at the desk, was able to come up with a small change method to simplify the spell, so that the casting speed of the spell was shortened by one or even half a syllable.

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

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

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"I don't know what you think... Maybe the players and the forces of other countries outside the court are thinking about the legacy of Nicole LeMay, but—" he said, "the biggest significance of this game , I think it is to reawaken wizards' expectations for alchemy. I think that if we want to increase the number of people interested in alchemy, we must make the hearts of children who know nothing about alchemy excited. !"

"this……"

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

People always focus on the interests within their reach. For those in power, this event is a competition for a share of the ultimate inheritance; for researchers,

This competition is a bridge "to access the knowledge that is 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 those ordinary wizards.

Even if Nicole Flamel really left the elixir of life and even the Philosopher's Stone in his inheritance, does it have anything to do with half a copper Knut for those spectators present?

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 may be one of them.

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

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

After sending off the members of the judging panel, Maca sat behind the desk and couldn't help grinning secretly.

The high-sounding words just said sounded very righteous, but is he really the kind of person who is willing to consider and pay for the global magic community?

No, he just found a seemingly great excuse following Nicole Flamel's last wish, so as to make the competition held at Hogwarts 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 won't go too far.

Just when Maca twisted his neck, loosened his muscles and bones, and planned to take a walk around the arena to see if there was any problem, a small black spot suddenly crawled all the way along his shoe upper, trouser legs, and outer robe. to the back of his hand.

"Well?"

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

"Is this coming..."

The next moment, he waved his right hand lightly, and under the effect of the Illusion Curse, he completely disappeared from sight.

...

Meanwhile, the Hogs Head Pub in Hogsmeade.

Due to the unprecedented momentum of the International Alchemy Competition in the past few days, it has attracted wizards from all over the world to watch and play. Aberforth, which originally had far fewer customers than the Three Broomsticks, is already full of drinkers.

Tonight's game has just ended, and there are still a large number of guests coming to Hogsmeade, and there will be a new wave of consumption soon.

To tell the truth, Aberforth had been feeling annoyed lately, because he didn't want to see so many people.

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

Otherwise, with his violent temper, how could he do such a service industry that requires dedication?

But now—

"...hey, another single malt, on the rocks."

Outside the counter, an Australian wizard who had already been dizzy from drinking was half leaning half on the edge of the bar, and smashed the counter with his limp elbow.

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

"Boom!"

He slapped the wine glass heavily in front of the other person, and the glass almost wiped off the tip of the man's nose. If it had gone a little further, the force would have broken the bridge of the nose of this drunk man.

After throwing an ice cube into the glass and making a crisp crash, the wine bottle in his right hand also poured out amber liquor.

It's a pity that the drunk wizard in front of Aberforth might not be able to enjoy this glass of authentic bourbon barrel single malt whiskey. Because the moment Aberforth poured the wine, his feet suddenly went limp, and he rolled under the bar with a plop and fell asleep.

"damn it……"

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

"...I have already remembered this glass of wine and you. The price that should be paid will not be less than a copper Knut!"

After muttering viciously, his eyes swept around the bar, with impatience written all over his face. At the end, he subconsciously glanced at the ceiling again, but he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

My brother put too much effort into Hogwarts—even because of the accidental death of his sister Ariana, he has been blaming his brother Albus all his life, but the two are brothers after all.

Now my brother is gone too, walking as freely and domineeringly as Albus back then. As a result, it seemed that there was no one left of his relatives in this world.

So what could he, Aberforth Dumbledore, expect?

Just as he was inadvertently thinking about these "philosophies of life" that he didn't like to think about since he was a child, another head popped up in front of the bar.

"...hey, another...single malt...on the rocks?"

Aberforth, who came back to his senses, glanced at the other party expressionlessly. It was the drunken Australian wizard who had just lay down on the floor.

"You've finished your drink."

As Aberforth said, he stretched out his hand and pushed back the protruding head of the other party.

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

Sure enough, the other party hurried towards the inside of the bar after nodding slightly to this side. There is a locked door, and behind it is the stairs leading to the second floor of the bar. The magic on it cannot be unlocked by just anyone.

But that figure just touched the doorknob, then easily unscrewed the door leaf, and disappeared in the crack of the opened door in a flash.

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

Aberforth shook his head slightly, he picked up the wine glass at hand again, and wiped it carelessly.

"That's it," he muttered to himself. "Anyway, I'm already so old. It doesn't matter if I die sooner or later. If that's the case, why not do something trivial for these young people..."

The Pig's Head Bar seemed to be extraordinarily noisy tonight.

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