Chapter 693: The hustle and bustle under the night

Regardless of whether it is reasonable or not in nature, at least for the audience present, the content of the first night of the game was undoubtedly quite boring.
Maca and the people of the International Sorcerers Federation planned a lot of events, and even took care of some entertainment activities and consumption points outside the field, but ignored the fun of the game itself.
In short, no matter how great the research value of alchemy is, for the average audience who comes to watch the game, the "whether the game is interesting" is obviously the most important thing.
So, as far as the result of the night was concerned, rather than watching the process of turning batches of alchemists into spoons, the suggestion of "can be interspersed with some lively performances" originally proposed by Maca, instead turned into The most popular show tonight.
Originally, just to relax everyone during the game, suddenly it became the main content for the guests to watch, which made Maca himself cry and laugh.
"Mr. Hornheim, I suggest that after this first round of competition, the judges should also consider adding some fun to the questions ..."
After the first night of the game came to an end, Maca was discussing with members of the jury group in the coordinating office. Today is the first day of the competition process. After actually observing the competition, the problems that have been exposed will be corrected and resolved as soon as possible. It is also something that the organizers should do.
"But ..."
When Sarah's muscular male father heard Maca saying this, he looked a little embarrassed.
研究 "Research is always a boring and simple thing. What we need to get is tangible results ... McLean, you are also a researcher of magic knowledge. I believe you can understand me."
Marka certainly understood what Hohenheim was saying.
In fact, some research results may seem unusually eye-catching in the eyes of ordinary people, but most of the research work is boring. For example, in his daily desk deductions and calculations, he can come up with a method of streamlining the magic spell's small changes, so that the casting speed of the magic spell is shortened by one or even half a syllable.
This kind of operation is often inconspicuous even the results of the process, but its value is self-evident.
"Yes, I can understand ..." Maca nodded, but quickly shook her slightly. "But didn't you mention to me the helplessness of modern alchemy a few days ago?" "
He paused for a moment, then continued:
"I don't know what you think ... maybe the players and the powers of the countries outside the field are all devoted to Nicole LeMay's legacy, but-" he said, "The biggest significance of this game , I think it is to re-awaken the wizards' expectations of alchemy. I think that if we want to increase the people who are interested in alchemy, we must let those children who know nothing about alchemy be excited. ! "
"This one……"
Perhaps it is indeed the name "Nicole LeMay" that has been given so much meaning that the vast majority of people focus on the rewards after the game.
I always put my eyes on the interests I can reach. For those in power, this event is a scramble for the ultimate legacy; for researchers, this event is a bridge to "access to the knowledge at the pinnacle of contemporary alchemy."
But in the face of such huge benefits, they often ignore the significance and impact of this contest on the ordinary wizarding people.
Even if Nicole LeMay really kept the elixir and even the magic stone in his legacy, does this have anything to do with the half-nat of copper nates for the audience who came to watch?
At least, it is not directly related.
However, there are people in this world who hope that alchemy will rise again. For example, the group of alchemists in Mesopotamia is probably one of them.
For another example, the Mr. Hohenheim in front of Marka seems to be one of these people.
"I think I see what you mean," Hohenheim nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, we've put too much energy on the alchemy legacy ... well, think of it, this game is indeed It's a good opportunity ... I'll think about it tonight. "
After sending away the members of the judges' group, Maca sat behind her desk and couldn't help but grin secretly.
I just said such a grandiose remark that it sounds like righteousness, but is he really the kind of person who is willing to consider and pay for the global magic community?
Alas, he just followed Nicole LeMay's last wish to find a seemingly great reason to make this competition in Hogwarts even more powerful.
霍 For Hogwarts, the positive impact of this event is definitely bigger and better. As long as you have the ability and method, you will not go overboard.
When Maca twisted her neck and loosened her muscles, she planned to go for another walk around the arena to see if there was a problem. To the back of his hand.
"Well?"
He raised his hand and stared at the little spider on the back of his hand, then turned it into the sleeve.
"Is this coming ..."
The next moment, he shook his right hand gently, and the whole person completely disappeared under the action of the magic spell.
Uh ...
At the same time, Hogsmeade Village Bar.
Because of the unprecedented popularity of the international alchemy competition these days, sorcerers from all over the world have come to watch and play. Aberforth, who had far fewer customers than three brooms, is already full of alcoholics.
Right now the schedule for tonight has just ended, and a large number of guests are coming to Hogsmeade, and a new wave of consumption will surely be ushered in later.
To be honest, Aberforth has been very annoyed recently, because he didn't want to see so many people at all.
For him, taking over this bar at that time was because of the neglect of the place, and the big brother Albus Dumbledore needed a trusted person to collect market intelligence, which made him here a boss and waiter. .
Otherwise, just because of his bad temper, where can he get a service industry that must have dedication?
But now--
…… "... Hey, another glass of malt whiskey, add ice."
外面 Outside the counter, a stunned Australian witch half-lied on the edge of the bar and smashed the table with his soft-elbow elbow.
不 Aberforth looked at him coldly, grabbing a wine bottle from the wine rack behind him with his right hand, and picked up a wine glass from under the bar with his left hand.
"嘭!"
He slaps the glass heavily in front of the other side, and the glass is almost rubbed down by the tip of the man's nose. If it were a little further forward, this force would definitely break the bone of the nose of this drunk man.
After throwing an ice mop into the glass and making a crisp collision sound, the wine bottle in his right hand also poured out the amber liquor.
It's a pity that the drunken witch in front of Aberforth is afraid that he won't enjoy this cup of authentic bourbon barrel pure malt whiskey. Because the moment Aberforth poured the wine, he suddenly felt soft and rolled down to the bar and slept.
"damn it……"
不 Aberforth lifted the glass by himself, swallowed the cold and fragrant liquor in the glass, and then turned around and stuffed the glass with the ice cubes into the pool.
"... I have already remembered this glass of wine and you. The amount of money to pay is not less than a copper nate!"
After murmuring fiercely, his gaze swept around the bar, his face filled with impatience. At the end, he glanced subconsciously into the ceiling again, but could not help but sigh slightly.
哥 His brother devoted too much effort to Hogwarts—even if his sister Arianna died unexpectedly, he has been complaining about his brother Albus in his life, but after all, they are brothers.
Now my brother is gone, as free and arbitrary as the old Albus. As a result, his relatives in this world seem to have no such thing left.
So, what else could he expect from Aberforth Dumbledore?
He was thinking about these "philosophies of life" that he didn't love to think about since he was a child, and another head popped up in front of the bar.
…… "... Hey, another glass ... wheat whiskey ... with ice?"
Aberforth glanced back at him with an expressionless glance at the other person. That was the drunk Australian witch who had just been lying on the floor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ You have finished drinking. "
Aberforth said, and stretched out his hand, and gave him back his head.
在 At this moment, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open from the outside again, and a figure in a cloak came in. Aberforth just glanced at it, and suddenly recognized who the tall body was supposed to belong to.
The result is not the same, after the other side nodded slightly at this side, they hurried to the inside of the bar. There was a locked lintel there, and behind it was a staircase leading to the second floor of the bar. The magic above could not be unlocked by anyone.
But the figure just touched the doorknob, and easily opened the door leaf, and disappeared in the crack of the opened door.
The sound of the door being closed again resembled a small wave in the sea in the bar, almost nobody noticed.
不 Aberforth shook his head slightly, and then he took the wine glass at his hand and wiped it carelessly.
"That's it," he mumbled to himself, "It's already so old anyway, it's the same for early death and late death. In this case, it's better to do something trivial for these young people ..."
The pig's head bar tonight seems to be extraordinarily loud.

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