Chapter 694

Whether it is reasonable or not in essence, at least for the audience, the content of the first night is undoubtedly quite boring.

Maka planned many events together with the international wizard Federation, and even took into account some entertainment activities and consumption points outside the field, but ignored the interest of the game itself.

In short, no matter how great the research value of alchemy is, for the ordinary audience who come to watch the game, "whether the event is interesting" is obviously the most important thing.

Therefore, as far as the result of that night is concerned - compared with the process of watching batch of alchemists convert raw ore into spoons, the proposal of "some lively performances can be interspersed" originally proposed by Maka has become the most popular program for the audience tonight.

Originally just for everyone to relax, the episode between the races suddenly became the main viewing content of the guests, which made Maka feel a little sad and laughing.

"Mr. hornheim, I suggest that after the first round of competition, the jury should also consider adding some interesting topics in it..."

After the first night of the competition came to an end, Maka was discussing with the members of the jury in the coordination 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 looked a little embarrassed after hearing Maka say so.

"Research is always a boring and simple thing. What we need to get is real results... McLean, you are also a researcher of magic knowledge. I believe you can understand what I mean."

Marca certainly understood what hornheim 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. Just like himself, in the day-to-day desk deduction and calculation, he can come up with a small change method to simplify the spell text, so as to shorten the casting speed of the spell by one or even half a syllable.

This kind of operation is often very inconspicuous, but its value is self-evident.

"Yes, I can understand..." Maka nodded, but soon shook gently, "but didn't you mention the helplessness of modern Alchemy to me a few days ago?"

He paused a little, then continued:

"I don't know what you think... Maybe the players and the forces of other countries outside the field are working hard for Nicole LeMay's legacy, but --" he said, "The biggest significance of this game, I think, is to awaken the expectations of wizards for alchemy. I think if we want to increase people interested in alchemy, we must make those children who know nothing about alchemy happy!"

"This..."

Perhaps the name "Nicole LeMay" has been given so much meaning that most people focus on the reward after the game.

People always focus on the interests they can touch. For those in power, this event is a competition for the final share of the heritage; for researchers, this event is a bridge to "contact the knowledge at the peak of contemporary alchemy".

However, in the face of such huge interests, they often ignore the significance and impact of this competition on ordinary wizards and people.

Even if Nicole LeMay really left the elixir of immortality and even the Sorcerer's stone in his heritage, does it have half a bronze NAT to do with the audience?

At least, there is no direct relationship.

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, Mr. hornheim in front of Maka seems to be one of these people.

"I think I see what you mean," hornheim nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, we have put too much energy on the alchemy Heritage... Well, on this thought, this game is really a suitable opportunity... I'll think about it carefully tonight."

After seeing off the judges, Maka sat behind her desk and couldn't help grinning secretly.

Just now he made such a high sounding remark. It sounds like great righteousness, but is he really the kind of person who is willing to consider and pay for the global magic world?

No, he just followed Nicole LeMay's last wish to find a seemingly great reason to make the competition in Hogwarts more powerful.

For Hogwarts, the greater the positive impact of this event, the better. As long as we have the ability and method, we can't do too much.

Just as Maka twisted her neck, loosened her muscles and bones, and planned to walk around the stadium to see what the problem was, a small black spot suddenly climbed all the way to the back of his hand along his vamp, trouser legs and robe.

"Well?"

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

"Is this coming..."

The next moment, his right hand gently waved and shook, and the whole person completely disappeared under the action of the phantom body spell.

……

Meanwhile, Hogsmeade village pig head bar.

Due to the unprecedented momentum of the international alchemy competition in recent days, it has attracted wizards from all over the world to watch and play. Aberforth, which originally had far fewer customers than three brooms, has long been full of drinkers.

At present, the race schedule tonight has just ended, and a large number of guests are coming to Hogsmeade. I think there will be a new wave of consumption later.

To be honest, aberforth has been very angry recently because he doesn't want to see so many people at all.

For him, when he took over the bar, he valued the coldness here. In addition, his eldest brother Albus Dumbledore needed a trusted person to collect market intelligence, which made him a boss and waiter here.

Otherwise, with his violent temper, how can he do such a service industry that must have dedication?

But now——

"... hey, another pure wheat whisky with ice."

Outside the counter, an Australian wizard who had already drunk dizzy lay half on the edge of the bar and hit the table with his soft 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.

"Bang!"

He slapped the glass heavily in front of the other party, and the glass almost fell down against the tip of the man's nose. If you go a little further, this force will break the bridge of the drunk's nose.

After throwing an ice lump into the cup and making a crisp collision sound, the wine bottle in the right hand also poured out amber liquor.

Unfortunately, the drunken wizard in front of aberforth may not enjoy this authentic Bourbon barrel of pure wheat whisky. Because at the moment when aberforth poured the wine, he suddenly fell soft under his feet and fell asleep under the bar with a plop.

"Damn..."

Aberforth himself picked up the glass, swallowed the cold and fragrant liquid, and then turned around and stuffed the glass and the ice into the pool.

"... I've remembered this glass of wine and you. I can't pay less than a copper NAT!"

After a vicious murmur, his eyes swept around the bar and his face was filled with impatience. At last, he glanced at the ceiling subconsciously, but he couldn't help sighing.

His brother has devoted too much effort to Hogwarts - even if his sister Ariana died unexpectedly, he has been complaining about his brother albus all his life, but they are brothers after all.

Now my brother is gone, just as albus was free and easy and arbitrary. As a result, there seems to be no more of his relatives in the world.

So what else could he expect, aberforth Dumbledore?

While he was inadvertently thinking about these "life philosophies" he had not loved to ponder since he was a child, a head suddenly appeared in front of the bar.

"... hey, another... Pure wheat whisky... On the rocks?"

Albus, who had recovered, glanced at each other without expression. It was the drunken Australian wizard who had just fallen on the floor.

"You've finished drinking."

Aberforth said, reaching out and pressing the other party's head back.

Just then, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open from the outside, and a figure in a cloak came in. Aberforth just looked and recognized who the not tall figure should belong to.

Sure enough, the other party nodded slightly here and hurried straight to the inside of the bar. There is a locked door, behind which is the staircase leading to the second floor of the bar. The magic on it can't be solved by anyone.

But the figure just touched the door handle and easily unscrewed the door leaf. As soon as he flashed, he disappeared into the crack of the opened door.

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

Aberforth shook his head slightly. He picked up the glass at hand and wiped it carelessly.

"That's it," he muttered. "Anyway, he's so old. It's the same to die early and late. In that case, it's better to do something trivial for these young people..."

The pig's head bar tonight seems very noisy.