The International Alchemy Contest had finally come to an end – or so it seemed – and the huge arena was empty as the crowd faded away.

Outside the venue, the temporary market, which was originally planned to last until late at night today, has also begun to pack up in advance and prepare for its withdrawal.

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

Fortunately, although the request for early withdrawal was somewhat hasty, the sun had not yet set.

So, the audience can either go home today with the excitement of watching the game, or they can stay overnight near Hogwarts and think about the big things after the game for a night, and then return to their daily lives tomorrow.

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

"Mr. Lemay, you are the greatest contributor to the successful conclusion of today's match. Please be careful on the way back, even though you use a portkey, but there is still a short way to go when you get to the place......"

At this time, Professor McGonagall was smiling and softly saying goodbye to the old butler, and with the old butler was of course the surprisingly tall Madame Maxim.

But Fleur, who had come with them before, didn't see her at this time.

"You're welcome, Miss McGonagall." Old Edward also nodded gently, "I'm just doing things for my master, and I have been like this before, and I will be the same in the future. As for the safety on the way back, it will take Madame Maxim a little harder......"

As he spoke, he raised his head again and smiled at the large lady beside him to show his heartfelt gratitude.

And just as the two sides were talking, in a small forest outside the school gate, two figures, one tall and one short, looked at the direction of the door so far away, peeking out all the time.

Behind the two of them, there seemed to be more other figures, but they were all hidden in the deeper woods behind, and it was difficult to tell how many people there were without looking closely.

"Ancestor, didn't you always allow us to do anything at Hogwarts? Why now—"

The tall wizard seemed to be a little impatient and couldn't help but ask. Just by looking at the volume of his unscrupulous speech, it was clear that they must have planted a silencer near the woods.

"Moreover, Ancestor, you have already won the competition."

Obviously, the other figure was the old witch who had refined the synthetic beast. And at this moment, they gathered here to spy secretly, obviously out of some kind of plan of hers.

"It was before, and now it is now," the old witch replied casually, staring at the old butler, "if it's really me who gets the championship prize, then forget it, after all, that kid named 'Mackellen' is definitely not easy to mess with." ”

In the middle of the sentence, she paused slightly, and her eyes narrowed.

"But ......," she said, "if I win the championship and I don't necessarily get the highest share of the prize, then I can't help but 'fight' it on my own." ”

With that, the old witch snorted softly, and the sharpness in her gaze could barely be concealed.

In fact, before coming to Hogwarts, she had already heard about Dumbledore's death and had a plan to take it by force.

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

However, eliminating the majority does not mean giving up completely, if she doesn't get the championship, or if she gets the majority of the championship but doesn't necessarily get the benefits, she will restart the original plan to take it.

And when she found out again and again that old Edward's eyes always seemed to be glancing at the discredited scattered alchemist, she decided that she could not be kept any longer.

Now, she is very old, and the elixir of life refined with the Philosopher's Stone is the best way for her to prolong her life.

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

"Ancestor, you command! How do we do it? ”

For a moment when the old witch stared into the distance, the junior of the clan beside her immediately rubbed his hands, as if he couldn't wait.

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 tribal patriarch in the future, just the old witch's words can stand up to a group of supporters!

When the two were talking back and forth for a short time, the parting conversation at the school gate was over.

They could see that Professor McGonagall had turned and walked back, and that Edward Sr. had walked a short distance down the road with Madame Maxime, who had suddenly pulled out a worn-out cowboy hat.

"Ancestor, they're—"

The wizard who didn't know much about the wizarding world in Europe was a little puzzled, but he could tell it was a hat anyway.

"Don't remember? We were also sent here in this way," the old witch's hand tightened as she grasped the skull staff, "but we were using a barrel. ”

"Huh?"

Hearing the old witch say this, the African wizard suddenly became anxious.

"Ancestor, that ...... I—I'm going to lead my people through — wow! ”

As he spoke, he was about to raise his hand to make a gesture, but the old witch struck him his elbow with a skull staff, and the pain made him quickly lower his arm again.

"Don't move around without my orders," the old witch still stared at the movement, not even turning her eyes, "...... That Edward Lemay is just a fake, and this scene is for fools like you! ”

Before he could finish speaking, a spatial contraction suddenly occurred on the side of the road in the distance, and Madame Maxim and Edward completely disappeared there in a blink of an eye.

"That guy's soul is not the same as Édouard Lemay himself."

After watching the two of them leave, the old witch looked at the dusk sunset in the west, and muttered casually:

"So, the real Le May butler...... Maybe it's in Hogwarts Castle? ”

……

While someone with bad intentions was contemplating their next move, most of the young wizards at Hogwarts sighed.

The event is over, which means that the weekend has slipped through your fingers before you know it, and tomorrow it is time to go back to the dying study life.

Of course, there are a group of students who have not yet completed their homework and are so depressed that several candidates in the fifth and seventh grades have gone to the school hospital to receive tranquilizers.

During the school day, students are looking forward to some activities to spice up their boring lives, but after enjoying the activities, they often feel frustrated by their indulgences.

Life is usually a process of regret and awakening, isn't it?

"Of course not!" Hermione pointed to Ron's nose and whispered, "If you could be more diligent, you wouldn't have to complain afterwards!" ”

Naturally, she couldn't speak as loudly as she normally would, for they were all still in the library—Mrs. Pince's eyes widened!

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

"Seriously, Hermione," Harry nodded sincerely, "I think so too. ”

Hermione glared at the two of them in annoyance, and then glanced at the bookshelf across the reading table, seemingly casually, before closing her mouth and returning her attention to the contents of the book in front of her.

"Anyway, I'm not going to lend you my history of magic papers until the next morning," she said without looking up, "and you're going to die of this heart!" ”

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

"Little girl, don't hurry up and find it!"

On Luna's shoulder, the bronze eaglet tucked away in her pale blonde hair, whispering and urging.

"Master Ying, I just had to wait for someone, so I agreed to help you so as not to be too bored, you little girl still dare to wander absentmindedly!"

"Huh?" Luna suddenly turned her head, the long hair on her shoulders almost wrapped around Kitty Hawk and threw it off, "Well, I just think Hermione seemed to be looking at me just now." ”

While casually explaining, she continued to look along the bookshelf one by one. Judging by the books on the shelves, it seemed as if she was looking for some magical theory of the mind.

However, Luna didn't say much, and the bronze eaglet said a lot. As she searched for the book, Kitty fluttered back on her shoulder and continued to mumble.

"Speaking of which, when will that kid come back! I waited until I suffocated Master Eagle...... Well, it's all because that kid didn't take the initiative to ask the Eagle Master for peace, which caused the Eagle Master to wait for him personally......"

"By the way, I have to ask him about the broken mirror last time! was forced to time travel, and he refused to come to the Eagle Master sooner...... Is it true that the rules of time can be touched casually? ”

This time, its complaining words were only whispered in a very slight volume, and neither Luna nor Luna, who was close to it, could hear a few words clearly.

As time flowed away like a stream, you could see from the library window that the sun in the western sky had slowly sunk to the other side of the mountain.

The dark night, which was destined to not be stable, is coming.