The arena of the International Alchemy Competition was noisy, and the spectators in the seats were boiling over the wonderful performances of the contestants from time to time, and even the sound of insects and birds in the afternoon was completely muffled.

But no matter how noisy the environment is, the contestants who can make it all the way to the finals can ignore the noise, and in their hearts, the only thing that is to complete the refining in front of them is the most important thing.

Of the twelve finalists, two were the ones who carried out this most thoroughly.

The handsome middle-aged wizard in the tuxedo, as if he couldn't hear anything from the beginning, was sketching the lines and symbols in the formation from beginning to end. And the old witch of the African delegation even added a silencer charm directly around herself, completely blocking the sound from ten steps away.

Well, she wouldn't hear any commotion outside, and no one outside could hear what she was saying.

"The bones of the fire dragon, unintentionally erected, can make the majestic magic have something to rely on......"

As her incantation-like words settled slightly, the wooden staff used to stir the giant cauldron gradually slowed down the speed of the circle.

Immediately afterward, the cauldron seemed to shake, spilling out a few drops of viscous liquid.

"The flesh of the amoeba is voluntarily reconstituted to make the carrying shell free."

Another word came out of her mouth, and the slightly hoarse voice paused, and the stirring rod was pulled away from the muddy slurry in the cauldron.

Immediately, the slurry calmed down and began to concentrate incessantly.

"The blood of the mountain troll, forced to be sucked, can make life and death start a cycle!"

"Click—"

At the moment when the old witch finished the third sentence in a high tone, several cracks appeared in the huge crucible that looked incomparably thick. And the dark purple smoke that originally drifted out of it suddenly turned into a transparent white.

Then, a looming figure slowly stood up from the crucible, and at the moment when countless spectators looked in this direction, a pair of wide wings silently opened, blowing away the water vapor in one go.

"That's ...... What monsters? ”

This time, not only the audience showed a face full of shock, but even the rest of the contestants and the jury on the judges' bench were stunned.

But I saw that the big guy standing in the crucible at this time had a physique that looked like a human but was quite strong, and he also had a long tail and wings that looked like a fire dragon.

Judging by the height of the giant cauldron, this monster is probably as tall as a troll.

Looking at its distorted features, it resembles a troll more than a human, though it certainly looks much "thinner" than a troll.

"Roar—"

Suddenly, as if celebrating its birth, the monster roared in the sky without warning. It howled so angrily that even the silencer spell that the old witch had placed around it was shattered in one fell swoop, and the deafening sound immediately suppressed all the noise in the arena.

Just as the audience was a little panicked, the old witch immediately grabbed the skeletal staff that was leaning to the side and swung it at the alchemy monster.

As the other man stopped snarling and stood silently beside her, her voice spread throughout the audience in a way similar to that of a sound reinforcement charm.

"Please rest assured that it is under my control at all times. I assure you that this child will not cause any harm to you. ”

As far as the old witch called that thing "this child", I am afraid that most of the people present will find it difficult to agree. But now, how to call it has become a matter of necessity again, and everyone only cares about whether the big guy who looks very terrible will break out and hurt people.

After all, just by looking at the pair of dragon wings covered with hard scales, you can see that this big guy is probably able to soar freely in the sky.

“…… Synthmon. ”

Mr. Hohenheim deserves to be the special guest judge of this competition, and his insight is outstanding. Just a few more glances, he understood what the old African witch was refining.

If the previous sand corpses and unicorns can be compared to the transfiguration of modern magic, then the old witch must use the bloodline transformation technology as a comparison.

In terms of the degree of transformation, even the alienated eight-eyed giant spider that Maca made up is far from being comparable to it; But the biggest flaw of this monster in front of him is that it is not a real life, it has no independent self-will, and some are just some basic actions that have been preset in the refining array.

"Excuse me, can you really control it completely?"

There were so many people at the event, and Hohenheim knew exactly how much trouble it would be if it really made a fuss.

So, out of caution, he quickly asked again with trepidation.

"Yes, Mr. Hohenheim," said the old witch, with a calm face, "I am sure of that. ”

With that, she simply paused the skull staff in her hand to the ground, and the monster immediately sat down beside her.

When the audience saw that big guy was so obedient, while secretly concentrating, their incomparable surprise and curiosity once again occupied their hearts.

Everyone is speculating whether this will be the final champion of this final.

By this time, the wonders of alchemy had been deeply seared into the minds of the wizards present, and Maca, Steward Edward, and Madame Maxime had already decided to hold this event, which was actually half achieved.

In the end, when Edward appeared on the stage and made Nicol Lemay's legacy public, it was certain that alchemy would usher in a new round in the near future.

It's just that while the eleven finalists have already completed their refining works, there is still one gentleman who is still concentrating on depicting every symbol and every line in his refining formation.

Seriously, although in the beginning, many people were admiring his undistracted attitude, and some even looked more favorably because of his calmness. But until now, they are still slowly taking care of their own line drawing, which makes people a little unbearable.

It stands to reason that so many audiences, contestants, and even judges in the audience are patiently waiting for him alone, and whoever is replaced will probably be uneasy.

But this guy is just burying his head in his own business, and he doesn't have any other reaction at all. I don't know, is he really unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, or is it a fake unknown?

In fact, there is still time left for the competition, because it has been considered in advance that there will be many difficulties in holding the first alchemy event.

Therefore, at that time, Maca and Hohenheim both agreed that more time is better than less. If the contestants are all done before the time is up, then they can naturally jump directly to the next stage.

It's just that now it seems that the extra time will probably have to be spent on this last player.

However, after all, there are clear rules in advance, and both the judges and the audience have to wait with peace of mind. Everyone watched as the tuxedo wizard crouched in place, unhurriedly adding new ink marks to the refining array, and time passed slowly.

"Go on like this...... No! ”

In a certain seat in the VIP seat, the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeur, glanced at the other audience seats behind him from time to time, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He is also one of those who takes the event very seriously, and he is more concerned about the experience of these spectators than anyone else.

As the supreme coordinator of the British wizarding community, he is extremely eager to see the Alchemy Contest have a positive impact on Hogwarts and the wizarding community in England, and all of this will be one of his greatest achievements during his tenure.

But now, the gap created by waiting for a player may completely wipe out the good impression that the previous hot schedule gave to the audience.

"Where the hell has McLean gone...... Scrimgeour muttered wistfully, "if he's there, maybe there's something going to be done." ”

It's a pity that at least until dark, Maca won't be back.

For nearly two hours, the tuxedo wizard had not been able to complete his refining formation after all, and the time for the game had been exhausted.

Hohenheim stared at the huge hourglass in the air, watching the last grain of sand fall quietly, and then he suddenly stood up.

"I declare that the final stage of the 1st International Alchemy Competition is over!"

The next second that Mr. Hohenheim spoke, the middle-aged wizard who was squatting on the ground to concentrate on refining his knees also stood up, and gently put the pen in his hand back on the stone platform beside him.

Many people saw that his always indifferent face couldn't help but show a trace of regret.

Immediately, Hohenheim began to sing the scores of the contestants in accordance with the established procedure, together with the members of the jury.

Not surprisingly, the tuxedo wizard did not complete the requirements of the competition and scored a "long-awaited" zero score. And the old witch in Africa, although her synthetic beast had some controversy in the jury, because even the transformation of the bloodline of magical creatures was expressly forbidden.

However, since the International Confederation of Wizards has no actual regulations on alchemy, on an academic level, she is indeed enough to rank first.

Therefore, Hohenheim still gave her the recognition she deserved.

When the champion was finally decided, and everything seemed to come to an end, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall, suddenly appeared through an entrance.

Behind her, Madame Maxim and the old butler Edward also came into everyone's field of vision.

But at this moment, old Edward's gaze suddenly swept over the refining array at the feet of the tuxedo wizard, and a look of surprise passed over his face.