Chapter 692

"... just... That's it?"

In Maka's mind, "alchemy" should be very "mysterious".

Before the game, he read a lot of materials and deeply realized the complexity and cleverness of this knowledge. Theoretically, as long as we master enough information and accurate theories, everything can be obtained by refining into an array.

In addition, the "little game" left by Nicole LeMay and Sarah's spiritual refining left a deep impression on him, which made him look forward to the event with a large number of alchemists.

However, when the jury announced the title of the first batch of competitions and the contestants began to calculate on the manuscript paper, makaton was stunned.

At the moment, a huge curtain swaying with the wind is spreading out of thin air under the action of a magic spell, and the words on it can be clearly seen even hundreds of meters away——

"Convert the square lead raw ore into a copper spoon."

Looking at the players' bending calculation, Maka was completely confused.

"That..." he turned his head in surprise and asked Professor McGonagall, "Professor, isn't this the sixth grade subject of alchemy in the American ifamani magic school?"

Yes, although Hogwarts has no elective courses in alchemy, other schools may not. As Marka mentioned, ifamani has the ability to provide students with the teaching content of this subject.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Professor McGonagall nodded. "The difficulty of this topic is to use the refining array to build the shape of the spoon. I think... The more refined the judges are, the higher the scores will be..."

"No, no, I'm not talking about this..." Maka wondered. "Although I may not have enough knowledge of alchemy, is it a little too childish to put the subject of" lead copper conversion "in such a competition?"

"Ah, um..." Professor McGonagall nodded slightly at his speech. "I know what you want to say, just..."

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

Noah, the fat man sitting on the back of Maka, suddenly bent down and came up.

"Our old man said that there were too few alchemists in the modern magic world, and at least half of them were also trained by magic pharmacists," he said, "Alchemy... Now even the alchemy symbol table is incomplete, but there are still many great looking refining formulas and refining array drawings left. Many of them can be seen but can't be used!"

After the fat man complained, Maka understood a lot. Think about it, if he was allowed to make a rune array when the Phoenician magic list was incomplete, although it could be replaced by other magic combinations, it would undoubtedly be much more difficult to construct than the original figure.

"So..." he said thoughtfully, "is it the embodiment of the ability gap of modern alchemists to flexibly use the remaining alchemy symbols to draw a more refined and effective alchemy array?"

Just as Maka suddenly pondered the polarization of the strength of modern alchemists, Sarah's voice rang coldly.

"The selection of the judges is very reasonable," she whispered, "The essence of alchemy is a process of changing something into something valuable to others through the 'understanding', 'decomposition' and 'reconstruction' of material or spirit... Fundamentally speaking, the meaning of 'giving a mouthful of water to the thirsty' is the same as that of 'giving a gold coin to the poor'."

Sarah's words are actually very clear. What she means is that even if the process and result of transformation are insignificant, as long as someone needs it, it is valuable.

However, although Maka knew these things, he still lost a lot of interest in the current competition. After all, he didn't intend to study alchemy deeply. He felt sleepy when he thought that he would have to watch the judges evaluate a copper spoon later.

"Forget it, after all, this is only the first round of screening," he said secretly. "At least I have seen several powerful wizards before. I think they will become more and more wonderful in the future..."

Among today's alchemists, the top ones are much higher than the average. Even if it is recognized that Nicole LeMay, the world's top alchemist, has died, there are at least some other talents. In this case, the competition is worth looking forward to.

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In Slytherin's secret room, after losing consciousness for a long time, Ernst finally sat up on the cold ground.

It was only after he looked left and right that the deep darkness around him quickly regained his consciousness.

With the sound of hearing in the dark, Ernst felt the wand he had dropped to the ground. When a "fluorescent flicker" rang through the empty secret room space, a soft light spread quickly and swept away the darkness around him.

"... how long have I fainted?"

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

"By the way, did the Slytherin shadow say anything before that?" Ernst shook his head and thought carefully, "well... Don't get lost in power? No, there should be others ahead..."

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

After a while, Ernst, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly bowed his head.

"He said, 'go into the secret room behind me'... Then... What else is loina's... Oh, it should be the Ravenclaw tower on the west side?"

Thinking of this, Ernst couldn't help standing up from the ground. Regardless of the traces of mud and dusty dust already covered on his body, he quickly returned to the deepest wall of the chamber of secrets.

"The secret room behind him?" he reached out and knocked on the wall, and the thick texture was fed back to his hand. The joints that hit the stone wall were faint and painful. "Isn't this the secret room... Is it difficult to have it behind?"

After a little pause, he followed and stepped back, then waved his wand at the wall.

"Araho hole is open."

The unlocking spell is not used against the wall, not to mention whether there is a problem with the stone wall itself. At least it is a matter of course that his spell does not take effect.

Lighting up the extinguished light again, Ernst held his wand and carefully inspected the wall several times. But in any case, it is an extremely thick brick wall, which is 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 he will learn in the fifth grade... No, maybe there will be a mechanism to open the secret door?"

Thinking of the encounter in Hufflepuff's secret room, Ernst naturally had such guesses. It's a pity that there is no truth in this world that everything works? The so-called "secret door mechanism" he wants to find naturally does not exist.

After groping around the walls and corners for a long time, Ernst finally reluctantly chose to give up temporarily.

"Slytherin's words should be right, so..." he said secretly, "yes, the more the wall is not damaged, the more likely there is something left in it..."

This thought, although the element of self comfort was quite strong, it still made him recover a little patience. But what should we do next?

I've experienced so many things in this secret room and suffered a lot. If I let him go back like this, I'll be very unwilling.

Ernst touched his trouser pocket, still hesitating.

There are not many lucky chocolates. When you can't get a tonic, it's natural to eat one less. Besides, there are double restrictions on the dosage and time of taking Fuling. Even if there are more drugs, he will not joke about his body when he knows that there are proven side effects.

After seeing the ruins of Slytherin's secret room, whether to use the precious lucky chocolate here has become a real problem.

If you enter the "secret room in the secret room" on the other side of the wall and find that someone has already got there first, you won't be able to regret it.

In fact, although Ernst's brain is smart enough, he still has too little time to contact the magic world after all. If other wizards face this problem, what else should they hesitate?

That's the secret room left by Salazar Slytherin. There are many people in the world who want to see it but can't see it!

Fortunately, after thinking about it for a while, Ernst decided to take a bet. At least he vaguely remembered that Slytherin seemed to have mentioned something like "gifts", 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 from the tip of the right hand stick fell on the tin foil wrapped with chocolate, reflecting a hazy golden halo.

It's as if you can see something good just looking at that halo - this is the power of the blessing agent.

Peel off the golden tin foil, Ernst shoves the chocolate into his mouth and chews it hard. The next second, when the first wisp of sweet and greasy chocolate paste mixed with saliva slipped into the throat, the wonderful feeling of taking Fuling agent invaded his whole body again.

"Oh, sure enough, what's behind..."

When he was about to stretch out his wand and try to do something, a strange feeling immediately made his arm freeze.

"What... Huh? Who?"