Whether or not it makes sense in nature, the first night was undoubtedly quite boring, at least for the spectators.

Maca was planning a lot of events with the people of the International Wizards Federation, and even took care of some entertainment activities and consumption points outside the stadium, but ignored the fun of the game itself.

In short, no matter how valuable alchemy is, for the general audience who comes to watch the game, the question of "whether the event is interesting or not" is obviously the most important thing.

So, in terms of the outcome of the night, rather than watching groups of alchemists turn the ore into spoons, the suggestion that "some lively performances could be interspersed" originally proposed by Maca became the most popular show of the evening.

What was originally just a small episode between the schedules for everyone to relax suddenly became the main content of the guests' viewing, which made Maca herself a little crying and laughing.

"Mr. Hohenheim, I suggest that after this first round of the competition, the judges should also consider adding some fun to their questions......"

After the first night of competition, Maca was in the coordinating office discussing with the members of the judging panel. Today is the first day of the competition, and after observing the event, it is also the work of the organizers to correct and solve the problems exposed as soon as possible.

"But ......"

Sarah's muscular father looked a little embarrassed when he heard Maca say this.

"Research is always a boring and unpretentious thing, and what we need to produce is tangible results...... McLean, you're also a researcher of magical knowledge, and I'm sure you can see what I mean. ”

Maca certainly understood what Hohenheim was saying.

In fact, some research results may look very eye-catching in the eyes of ordinary people, but the vast majority of research work is uninteresting. For example, he himself, in the daily deduction and calculation, was able to come up with a small change in the concise spell spell, so that the spell could be cast at a speed shorter than the original, or even half a syllable.

This kind of work is often very inconspicuous even with the process and results, but its value is self-evident.

"Yes, I can understand...... "Maca nodded, but quickly shook it slightly, "But, didn't you mention to me the helplessness of modern alchemy just a few days ago?" ”

He paused slightly, then continued:

"I don't know what you guys think...... Perhaps the players and the nations off the field are all worried about Nicol Lemay's legacy, but—" he said, "I think the biggest significance of this match is to rekindle the wizards' expectations of alchemy." I think if we want to increase the number of people who are interested in alchemy, we have to make the children who don't know anything about alchemy excited! ”

"This ......"

Perhaps it is true that the name "Nicol Lemay" has been given so many meanings that the vast majority of people have focused on the post-match rewards.

People will always focus on the interests that they can touch. For those in power, this event is a battle for the ultimate share of the legacy; For researchers, the event is a bridge to "knowledge at the pinnacle of contemporary alchemy."

But in the face of such huge interests, they often ignore the significance and impact of this tournament on those ordinary wizards.

Even if Nicol Lemay did leave the elixir and even the Philosopher's Stone in his legacy, did it have anything to do with the spectators who were there to watch the audience?

At least, there is nothing directly related to it.

However, in this world, there are people who hope for the resurgence of alchemy. For example, the group of alchemists in Mesopotamia is probably one of them.

For example, the Mr. Hohenheim in front of Maca seems to be one of these people.

"I think I see what you mean," Hohenheim nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed, we've put too much energy into the alchemical legacy...... Well, when you think about it, this game is indeed a very suitable opportunity...... I'll think about it tonight. ”

After seeing off the members of the judging panel, Maca sat behind her desk and couldn't help but grin secretly.

He just said such a high-sounding remark, which sounds like a righteous and awe-inspiring thing, but is he really the kind of person who is willing to think about and pay for the global magical community?

No, he just followed Nicol Lemay's last wish to find a seemingly remarkable reason to make the tournament at Hogwarts even more spectacular.

For Hogwarts, the positive impact of this event is definitely as great as possible. As long as you have the ability and the means, you won't be too big about it.

Just as Maca twisted her neck and loosened her muscles, intending to walk around the arena again to see what was wrong, a small black dot suddenly crawled along the upper of his shoes, trouser legs, and outer robe, all the way to the back of his hand.

"Huh?"

He raised his hand, stared at the spider on the back of his hand, and then flipped it into his sleeve.

"Is this coming......"

The next moment, his right hand shook slightly, and the whole person completely disappeared under the effect of the illusion spell.

……

Meanwhile, Hogsmeade Village Pig's Head Bar.

Due to the unprecedented momentum of the international alchemy competition in the past few days, it has attracted wizards from all over the world to watch and play, and Aberforth, which originally had far fewer customers than three broomsticks, has already been crowded with drinkers.

Tonight's game has just ended, and a large number of guests are coming to Hogsmeade, and there will be a new wave of consumption later.

To be honest, Aberforth has been annoyed lately because he simply doesn't want to see so many people.

For him, when he took over the bar, he valued the desertion of the place, and his eldest brother Albus Dumbledore needed someone he could trust to gather information about the market, which made him the owner and waiter here.

Otherwise, with his violent temper, where can he do this kind of service industry that requires dedication?

But now—

“…… Hey, another glass of single malt whiskey, on the rocks. ”

Outside the counter, a drunken Australian wizard was half-leaning on the edge of the bar and slammed the countertop with his limp elbow.

Aberforth looked at him with a cold face, grabbing a bottle from the shelf behind him with his right hand and a glass from under the bar with his left.

"Bang!"

He slammed the glass in front of the man, and the glass almost brushed the tip of the man's nose. If it had gone a little further, it would have been able to break the bridge of the drunk's nose.

After throwing an ice lump into the glass, there was a crisp crashing sound, and the bottle in his right hand poured out the amber liquor.

It's a pity that the drunken wizard in front of Aberforth won't be able to enjoy this authentic bourbon cask single malt whiskey. For the moment Aberforth had poured the wine, he suddenly softened his feet, and rolled under the bar to fall asleep.

"Damn ......"

Aberforth picked up his glass, swallowed the cold, fragrant liquor in one gulp, and then turned and stuffed the glass into the pool with the ice cubes inside.

“…… I've memorized this glass of wine and you as a person. The money that should be paid, not a single copper nat will be less! ”

After muttering something vicious, his eyes swept around the bar, impatience written all over his face. At the end, he subconsciously glanced at the ceiling again, but he couldn't help but sigh slightly.

His brother has put too much effort into Hogwarts - even if he has been complaining about his brother Albus all his life because of the accidental death of his sister Ariana, the two are brothers after all.

Now my brother is gone, and he is as free and arbitrary as the Albus back then. As a result, there seems to be no one left of his relatives in this world.

So, what else could he expect from Aberforth Dumbledore?

Just as he was casually thinking about these "life philosophies" that he hadn't liked to ponder since he was a child, another head popped up in front of the bar.

“…… Hey, another drink...... Malt Whisky...... On the rocks? ”

Aberforth, who had come back to his senses, glanced at the other man expressionlessly, it was the drunken Australian wizard who had just fallen to the floor.

"You're done."

Aberforth said, reaching out and squeezing the other's outstretched head back.

Just then, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open from the outside, and a cloaked figure walked in. Aberforth just looked at it, and at once he recognized who the not-so-tall figure should have been.

Sure enough, after the other party nodded slightly, he hurried straight to the inside of the bar. There was a locked door, and behind it was a staircase that led to the second floor of the bar, and the magic above it was not something that anyone could unlock.

But the figure only touched the doorknob, easily unscrewed the door, and disappeared into the crack of the opened door in a flash.

The sound of the door being re-closed was like a small wave in the sea in the noisy bar, and almost no one noticed.

Aberforth shook his head slightly, and he picked up the glass at hand again, and wiped it nonchalantly.

"That's it," he muttered to himself, "I'm already so old anyway, and it's the same if I die sooner or later." In that case, it is better to do something trivial for these young people......"

Tonight's pig's head bar seems to be extraordinarily noisy.