Chapter 734: The Peeper Named Champion

The International Alchemy Competition finally came to an end—at least it seemed that way, and the huge arena became empty as the audience gradually left.

And outside the venue, the temporary market that was originally planned to last until late at night has already begun to pack up and prepare to be removed in advance.

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

Fortunately, although the request to withdraw the stall early was somewhat hasty, the sun has not yet set.

Therefore, the audience can either return home today with a good mood after watching the game, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts for one night, and keep the major events after the game in their hearts for a night, and then they will be calm tomorrow back to everyday life.

It can be said that this can be regarded as leaving enough room for them to choose.

Mr. Flamel, today's game was successfully concluded, and you are the greatest contributor. Please be careful on the way back. Although you used a portkey, there is still a short distance to go after arriving at the place...

At the school gate, Professor McGonagall was smiling and saying goodbye to the old butler softly, and with the old butler was naturally the surprisingly tall Mrs. Maxim.

It was Fu Rong who had come with them before, but now she was nowhere to be seen.

You're too polite, Ms. McGonagall. Old Edward also nodded his head gently and said, I'm just doing things for my master. Mrs. Mu, please work harder...

As he spoke, he raised his head again and smiled at the large lady beside him to express his sincere thanks.

And at the time of the conversation between the two parties before leaving,

In a certain grove outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, were looking at the direction of the door from a distance, peering out non-stop.

Behind the two of them, there seemed to be more figures, but those were all hidden in the deeper woods behind, and it was difficult to distinguish exactly how many people there were without looking carefully.

Grandfather, haven't you always allowed us to do anything at Hogwarts? Why are you—

The tall wizard seemed a little unable to bear his doubts, so he couldn't help asking. Judging by the unscrupulous tone of his voice, they must have put a silencer around the woods.

And, ancestor, you have already won the championship.

Obviously, the other figure is the old witch who refined the synthetic beast. And at this moment, they gathered here to secretly watch from afar, obviously because of some kind of her plan.

Before was before, now is now, the old hag fixed her eyes on the old butler, and just replied casually, If it is really me who gets the championship reward, then forget it, after all, the one named 'Ma Ka McClane's kid is definitely not a mess.

On the way to the words, she paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes.

But... she said, If I won the championship, but I may not get the highest share of rewards, then I have to rely on my own strength to 'fight' for it.

After all, the old witch snorted softly, the sharpness in her eyes could hardly be concealed.

In fact, before she came to Hogwarts, she had already planned to plunder after hearing about Dumbledore's death.

But after arriving here, the strength she felt from Maca made her immediately cancel most of her preparations.

However, eliminating the majority does not mean giving up completely. If she does not win the championship, or if she wins the championship but may not be able to reap the benefits, she will restart the original snatching plan.

And when she found out again and again that old Edward's eyes seemed to be always looking at that unknown undisclosed alchemist, she thought that she couldn't keep it any longer.

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

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

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

While the old witch was staring into the distance, the junior next to her immediately rubbed her hands, as if she couldn't wait any longer.

After the old witch gets what she wants, the benefits given to them will naturally not be less.

With the prestige and power of this old ancestor among the major African tribes, once the time comes to compete for the chief of the tribe in the future, just a word from the old witch will be able to win a group of supporters!

While the two were talking briefly back and forth, the farewell conversation at the school gate was finally over.

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

Grandfather, they are—

The wizard who didn't know much about things in the European magic world was somewhat puzzled, but anyway, he could tell it was a hat.

Don't you remember? We were also sent here in this way, the old witch's hand gripping the skeleton staff tightened immediately, but we used a wooden barrel at that time.

what?

Hearing what the old witch said, the African wizard suddenly became anxious.

Old Ancestor, then... I, I will lead the clansmen across—wow!

As he spoke, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch hit his elbow hard with a skeleton staff, causing him to drop his arm in pain.

Don't move around without my order, the old witch was still watching the movement over there, without even turning her eyeballs, ...that Edward Flamel is nothing more than a fake. The play is just for idiots like you!

Before the words were finished, a space contraction suddenly occurred on the side of the road in the distance, and Mrs. Maxim and Edward disappeared completely there in the blink of an eye.

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

After watching the two leave helplessly, the old witch murmured to herself casually while looking at the dim yellow sunset in the west:

So, the real butler LeMay...maybe in Hogwarts Castle?

...

While someone with evil intentions was thinking about his next move, most of the little wizards in Hogwarts were sighing.

The competition is over, which means that the weekend has also slipped through the fingers without knowing it, and it is time to return to the life of study and life tomorrow.

As a matter of course, a group of students who hadn't finished their homework were so depressed that several fifth and seventh grade candidates went to the school hospital to get sedatives.

During school, students are all looking forward to some activities to adjust their boring life, but after enjoying the activities, they often feel annoyed by their indulgence.

Life is usually a continuous progress in regret and awakening, isn't it?

Of course not! Hermione reprimanded Ron in a low voice, pointing at Ron's nose, If you can be more diligent, you won't have to keep complaining afterwards!

Naturally, she couldn't speak as loudly as usual, because they were still in the library at the moment-Mrs. Pince was watching with wide-eyed eyes!

Oh, come on! Ron said helplessly, Compared to before, I'm already diligent enough... It's just that History of Magic is really...well, it really doesn't suit my temperament. I'm sleepy! What can I do...

Honestly, Hermione, Harry nodded sincerely from the sidelines, I think so too.

Hermione glared at the two of them angrily, then glanced casually into the depths of the bookshelf opposite the reading table, then closed her mouth and returned her attention to the contents of the book in front of her.

Anyway, I won't lend you my dissertation on the history of magic until the next morning, she said without raising her head, you should give up on it!

And the moment she cast her gaze over the bookshelf, Luna, who was standing there looking for books, seemed to feel her gaze, and turned her head back accordingly.

Little girl, hurry up and look for it!

On Luna's shoulder, the bronze eagle was hidden in her pale golden head, urging in a low voice.

Master Ying, I just happened to be waiting for someone, so I agreed to help you for a while in order not to be too boring. You little girl actually dare to be absent-minded!

Huh? Luna turned her head suddenly, and the hair on her shoulders almost wrapped around the little eagle and threw it off, Well, I just felt that Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now.

While explaining casually, she continued to look along the bookshelves one by one. Judging by the books on the shelf, she seemed to be looking for some magical theory of the mind.

However, Luna didn't talk much, but the bronze eagle did a lot. When she was looking for a book, the little eagle fluttered and stood on her shoulder again, and then continued to mutter softly.

Speaking of which, when will that kid come back? Master Ying, I was so bored waiting... Well, it's all because that kid never took the initiative to greet Master Ying, which made Master Ying wait for him himself. he……

By the way, about the broken mirror last time, I have to ask him carefully this time! I was forced to time travel, and I didn't even want to come to Master Ying earlier... I really think the time rule is Can you touch it casually?

This time, it complained only in a very low volume, and even Luna, who was close to it, couldn'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 western sky has slowly sunk into the other side of the mountain.

The night, which is destined to be unstable, is coming.

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