Chapter 735

The international alchemy competition finally came to an end - at least it seemed so right, and the huge stadium became empty as the audience gradually left.

Outside, the temporary market, which originally planned to last until late at night, has also begun to clean up in advance and prepare for removal.

Since Marca said that, Professor McGonagall, who knew he would never joke about such things, was very decisive and informed her long before she took the old housekeeper into the game.

Fortunately, although the request for early withdrawal is somewhat hasty, the sun has not set yet.

Therefore, the audience can either return home full of the good mood after the game today, or they can continue to stay near Hogwarts for one night, keep the major events after the game in mind for one night, and return to their daily life calmly tomorrow.

It can be said that this leaves them enough choice.

"Mr. Le Mei, your credit is the greatest for the successful conclusion of today's game. Please be careful on the way back. Although you use the door key, you still have a short way to go after you get to the place..."

At this time, at the school gate, Professor McGonagall was smiling and whispering goodbye to the old housekeeper, who was accompanied by the surprisingly tall Mrs. Maxim.

But Furong, who had come with the them, did not see her at moment.

"That's very kind, Ms. McGonagall." old Edward nodded gently. "I just work for my master. It used to be like this, and it will be like this in the future. As for the safety on the way back, Mrs. Maxim will have to work harder..."

With that, he raised his head and smiled at the large lady around him to express his heartfelt thanks.

On the occasion of this parting conversation between the two sides, in a small forest outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, looked at the direction of the door from a distance and peeped out all the time.

There seemed to be more people behind them, but they were all hiding in the deeper woods. If you don't look carefully, it's difficult to tell how many people there were.

"Ancestor, haven't you always allowed us to do it in Hogwarts? Why now -"

The tall wizard seemed to be a little confused and couldn't help asking. Looking at his careless voice, we can see that they must have put a silencing spell near the forest.

"Moreover, my ancestors, you have won the championship."

Obviously, another figure is the old witch who refined the synthetic beast. And now they gathered here to peep in the dark, obviously out of some kind of intention.

"Before was before, now is now," the old witch stared at the old housekeeper, but replied casually, "if it's really me who won the championship award, it's OK. After all, the boy named 'Marca McLean' is definitely not easy to mess with."

On the way, she paused a little, and her eyes narrowed.

"But..." she said, "if I win the championship, but I may not get the highest reward share, I can't help fighting for it by my own strength."

After that, the old witch snorted, and the sharpness in her eyes could hardly be hidden.

In fact, before she came to Hogwarts, she had heard of Dumbledore's death and had long planned to seize it.

But after arriving here, the strength she felt from Maka immediately cancelled most of her preparations.

However, eliminating most of them does not mean giving up completely. If she can't win the championship, or if she won the championship but can't necessarily reap the benefits, she will restart the original forcible seizure plan.

When she repeatedly found that old Edward's eyes always seemed to glance at the unknown individual alchemist, she thought she couldn't be conservative anymore.

Now, she is very old, and the elixir of immortality made from magic stone is the best way for her to continue her life.

She doesn't want to die, not at all!

"Old ancestor, tell me! How should we do it?"

In the moment when the old witch was gazing into the distance, the younger generation of the people around her immediately rubbed her hands. It seemed that she couldn't wait.

After the old witch gets what she wants, she will naturally give them no less benefits.

With the prestige and power of this "old ancestor" among the major African tribes, once the time comes to compete for the head of the tribe in the future, the words of the old witch alone can top a group of supporters!

During the short dialogue between the two, the parting conversation at the school gate is over.

They could see that Professor McGonagall had turned back, while old Edward walked a short distance along the horse road with Mrs. maxim, and then the latter suddenly took out a worn cowboy hat.

"Ancestors, they were --"

The wizard who didn't know much about the magic world in Europe wondered, but anyway, he could see that it was a hat.

"Don't you remember? We were sent here in this way," the old witch tightened her hand holding the skeleton stick immediately, "but we used a wooden bucket."

"Ah?"

Hearing what the old witch said, the African wizard was worried.

"Old ancestor, then... I, I will lead the people to rush through - wow!"

As he spoke, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch knocked hard on his elbow with a skeleton stick, and he quickly dropped his arm in pain.

"Don't move without my order," the old witch still looked at the movement over there, and didn't even turn her eyes for a moment. "... that Edward LeMay is just a fake. This play is for fools like you!"

Before the voice fell, a space contraction suddenly occurred at the edge of the horse road in the distance. Mrs. Maxim and Edward disappeared there in a twinkling of an eye.

"That guy's soul is not consistent with Edward LeMay himself."

After watching them leave, the old witch looked at the yellow sunset in the West and muttered to herself:

"So, the real LeMay housekeeper... May be in Hogwarts castle?"

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When a misguided person is planning to take the next step, most of the little wizards in Hogwarts are sighing.

The event is over, which means that the weekend is also slipping away from your fingers unconsciously, and it's time to return to the dying study and life tomorrow.

Of course, a group of students who have not finished their homework are even more depressed, so that several fifth and seventh grade candidates went to the school hospital to get tranquilizers.

During school, students all expect some activities to adjust their boring life, but after enjoying the activities, they often worry about their temporary indulgence.

Life is usually moving forward in regret and awakening, isn't it?

"Of course not!" Hermione whispered, pointing to Ron's nose. "If you can work harder and faster, you won't have to complain after the event!"

Of course she couldn't speak as loudly as usual, because they were still in the library at the moment - Mrs. pince's eyes were wide open!

"Oh, come on!" Ron said helplessly, "I'm more diligent than before... But the course of magic history is really... Well, it doesn't match my temperament. I feel sleepy when I read a book! What can I do..."

"Seriously, Hermione," Harry said sincerely. "I think so, too."

Hermione glared at them angrily and looked casually into the depths of the bookshelf opposite the reading table. Then she closed her mouth and focused again on the contents of the book in front of her.

"Anyway, I won't lend you my paper on the history of magic until the next morning," she said without looking up. "You'll die!"

At the moment when she cast her eyes on the bookshelf, Luna, who was standing there looking for books, seemed to feel her eyes in general, and then turned back.

"Little girl, don't look for it quickly!"

On Luna's shoulder, the bronze Eagle hid in her pale blond hair and whispered.

"Eagle, I'm just waiting for someone. In order not to be too boring, I promised to help you once. You little girl dare to be absent-minded!"

"Huh?" Luna suddenly looked back. Her long hair on her shoulder almost wrapped around the eagle and threw it down. "Well, I just think Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now."

While explaining casually, she continued to read one by one along the bookshelf. From the books on the shelf, she seemed to be looking for some magical theory about the mind.

However, Luna didn't say much, and the bronze Eagle said a lot. While she was looking for the book, the little Eagle stood on her shoulder again, and then continued to mutter.

"Speaking of it, when on earth will the boy come back? I'm suffocating to death... Well, I blame the boy for not taking the initiative to say hello to the eagle, which makes the eagle have to wait for him in person..."

"By the way, I have to ask him about the broken mirror last time! I'm forced to travel in time, and I don't want to come to Yingye earlier... Is it true that the time rule can be touched casually?"

This time, his complaining words only used a very slight volume, and Luna, who was close to him, didn't hear a few words clearly.

As time flows away like a stream, you can see from the window of the library that the sun in the West has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.

The night that is doomed to be unstable is coming.