Chapter 677

Some scholars once said that the ancient civilization of magic is the ancient civilization of mankind. Although this argument is quite one-sided, it also explains some problems from one side.

In the heyday of ancient magic, the establishment and demise of many civilizations were inseparable from the rise and fall of magic itself. Wizards all over the world, like those civilizations emerging one after another like stars, have a variety of forms and details.

Alchemy, which once flourished in ancient times, has been almost shattered under the torrent of history. However, if compared with the modern magic that has repeatedly experienced twists and turns to adapt to the changes of the times, the remaining fragments of knowledge can retain the ancient style.

Now, when Maka looked at these alchemists who came to Hogwarts from all corners of the world, he couldn't help sighing "eye opener".

The so-called "alchemy" is actually the theory and practice of studying the transformation between "material and material" and "material and spirit". This may be too abstract. It would be much easier to give them examples with modern magic.

For example, the transformation between matter and matter is actually a permanent version of metamorphosis; The transformation of material and spirit can be roughly 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, magic medicine, astronomy, arithmetic and divination can even be included.

Therefore, in the most complete period of alchemy knowledge, it can even be divided into a major magic theory system, rather than a mere discipline now.

However, nowadays, even if Nicole LeMay is still alive, I'm afraid it can't be sorted and supplemented into a "magic system". Since ancient times, how many things crushed by the wheel of history can be put together perfectly?

Only a few of the residues under the wheels were lucky to stick to the wheels and mixed with other things with the advancement of the times. Just like modern magic medicine, some theoretical formulas are inherited from alchemy and spread to today from generation to generation.

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

Maka is standing in the vestibule of the school to welcome the members of the African delegation who arrived today. Most of these members graduated from vargado, the only magic school in the African magic world, but it seems that some strange guys are mixed in.

It's actually easy for Maka to distinguish.

Aginbad, the current president of the International Federation of wizards, was a student of wagardo School of witchcraft and Wizardry. Previously in France, he shared some recent developments in the African magic world with Maka and others at the dinner table.

Nowadays, most of the students from vargado are in line with international standards. They are not very different from British wizards. But those scattered tribal wizards can only be said to be strange, and there are all kinds of them.

Just like those guys in front of the delegation:

A head with a lot of feathers, and his body covered with red mud; A man with only a rag apron all over his body, but with a wood carved oversized mask on his face; Another one was wearing strange clothes full of colorful colors and couldn't even see an inch of skin.

What makes Maka feel a little concerned is an old witch in a big brown cloak. Her face was painted with fine and beautiful natural pigments, and she was leaning on the same brightly colored crutches with a string of frightening things that were obviously skulls.

Maka could sense that the old witch was spreading a strange and chaotic but powerful magic wave.

At this time, the old witch who had followed the crowd to the castle seemed to be aware of Maka's induction, but she suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Old ancestor, what's the matter?"

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

When the old witch heard the speech, she took her eyes back from Maka, turned around and continued to follow the flow of people.

"Speak in English!"

She spoke in fluent English. Although there were some problems with her pronunciation, it was no problem for people to understand.

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

"I see, old ancestor..." the young African wizard changed his mouth and said in broken English, "so what was the old ancestor just looking at? Was it the British boy behind us who welcomed us?"

"Hum, didn't I teach you how to call wizards from other countries when you were in the tribe?" the old witch said, with a real cold killing intention in her eyes. "Don't underestimate the young man, I feel the majestic soul power in him..."

"Majestic soul power?" the young wizard immediately stared. While surprised, he forgot to answer in English, "how many? Is there enough for you to eat?"

This time, the old witch did not blame him, but glanced at him coldly again.

"Did you forget all my instructions before you set out?" the old witch slowly said in her old voice, "if you don't want to die, you'll immediately forget the birth sacrifice ceremony that violates the covenant..."

To be honest, 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 exploration can understand that the young man standing on the lawn is not simple.

"The ancestors are here," murmured the old witch in the tribal language. "What kind of power is that?"

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Not to mention that the old witch was very confused, but on Maka's side, she still stood quietly waiting in the vestibule of the castle.

In addition to the African delegation, a joint delegation from Mesopotamia is expected to arrive in Hogwarts today.

Because the composition of this delegation is too messy, it is also thanks to the assistance organization of the Federation. Otherwise, there will be a completely shapeless and chaotic magic world. I'm afraid the number of individual participants in this competition will be several times more.

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

And alchemy is one of their details.

This time, the Wizards in Mesopotamia were organized by the International Federation of wizards. Of course, the dispatched personnel of the Federation led the joint team this time.

At this point, I think I have to mention the arrival mode of the two delegations today.

The appearance of those African wizards just now was very dull, because this time it was mainly because of wagardo graduates. They all appeared outside the school with door keys.

Next, the appearance of this group of Mesopotamian "miscellaneous troops" will stimulate Maka's nerves.

Just as Maka was basking in the sun, he suddenly noticed a magic wave in the vestibular space. The wave gradually spread from shallow to deep, from small to large.

At this moment, Maka immediately understood that the Mesopotamian team was coming.

However, Maka soon smiled bitterly.

"Before, the people of the wizard Federation had not come to ask for the door key, so I thought there might be a problem." he stared at the open space and thought silently, "they don't think they can come this time..."

Although magic alone fluctuates, Maka doesn't know what method is being used to try to come over there, but he knows that the space within the scope of the school has been reinforced by the big four. If you want to arrive by moving in space, it's a dream.

A few seconds later, Maka vaguely saw some cylindrical outlines in the open space. The big pillars are arranged in a circle, which looks like some kind of ancient altar.

But when the columns were still translucent, with a slight vibration at the spatial level, all the faint images disappeared.

Obviously, the intention to move there has completely failed.

"It seems that the joint delegation of Mesopotamia will be late this time..."

Maka shook her head slightly, then turned around and planned to write a letter to contact the International Federation of wizards and asked them to send someone to get the door key. But just after he took a few steps, there was a magic wave similar to that before.

"Don't you give up?" Maka turned back subtly and looked over there. "Do you want to be so stubborn? Why did the organizer sent by the Federation go?"

This time, there seemed to be more efforts, and even those columns were a little clearer. But it's just a little bit. It can't change the fact that you can't live.

When the other side failed again, but began to try for the third time, Maka was completely convinced.

"Not to mention strength, at least the Wizards in Mesopotamia must be very resilient..." he sighed. "If you can hold on longer, for the sake of your perseverance, I don't mind pushing back your specific position..."

As Maka said this, she took out the manuscript paper and sat down in place. Unexpectedly, she planned to analyze each other's magic fluctuation on the spot.

This kind of time grabbing work has not been done by Maka. At the beginning, he tried to push back the location of greenward, although he failed because of lack of time.