"The activation of material elements... to a certain extent, can actually be classified into the research category of 'giving life to dead things'. From this point of view, it is understandable what the old African witch is doing. It’s over.”
While the players were concentrating on advancing the game, Maka sat on the sidelines and couldn't help but start thinking.
He really can't say that he understands alchemy, but after conducting many in-depth studies in other fields of magical knowledge, there will always be some inferences.
Therefore, when he could not understand the combination of various materials in the crucible at first, he inadvertently remembered a special magic that was somewhat similar to the old witch's method.
In fact, it is a very dangerous black magic. If successful, it can create a powerful physical body.
Maka vaguely remembered that that kind of magic had two completely different parts.
The first part is the field of potions, which requires the user to collect "bones of blood relatives", "meat of servants", "blood of enemies", and a lot of auxiliary preparation materials; while the second part is the science of magic. Step by step, while placing materials into the crucible one by one, recite the incantation accurately, and finally the caster jumps into the crucible to complete the transfer of the soul.
If he hadn't suddenly gotten involved in Voldemort's incident and captured his hatred brilliantly, Voldemort would have been resurrected with this dark magic, right
And now, Maca can feel that the old witch from the African delegation seems to be using some method similar to that.
"Fortunately, the materials she used were generally high-end materials, and she did not use materials that were more effective but would obviously violate international laws."
Obviously, the magic fluctuations that Maka sensed from the old witch's crucible caught his attention precisely because it was exuding a specious aura of black magic.
"If you say so—"
Since the old witch is basically not violating the rules, looking at it from another angle, it also shows that the other party actually does not want to cause trouble in this competition. Therefore, Maka quickly moved her gaze in front of the tuxedo wizard.
Previously, he sensed some sense of disharmony near these two people at the same time. Now that he understood the situation on the old African witch's side, he naturally had to look at the specific situation on the other side.
At this moment, the handsome wizard in a tuxedo was still leaning on the stone slab and carving out his alchemy array as he had done at the beginning. As for the player who has the least sense of change, he is indeed the number one among the twelve finalists.
"I haven't even finished drawing the alchemy diagram, so what on earth was that moment..."
The distance from Maka to the alchemy workbench of the players on the field is not far, so he can clearly sense the magic power fluctuations near the opponent. No matter what magic discipline it is, it is inseparable from various forms of magic power. Even if it is alchemy, he can detect something from the fluctuations of magic power.
Of course, whether it can be analyzed and understood correctly is another question.
"Oh, here it comes again!" Just as Maka concentrated on waiting, the feeling he had briefly captured before flashed slightly from the vicinity again, "That strange sense of vibrancy - although I don’t know what it is yet, but it should be something completely different from the old witch’s…”
Although it's hard to describe, if I had to make a comparison, it might be feelings like "light and darkness", "positive and negative", "pain and joy".
But there is no doubt that what those two are doing is definitely more exciting than other players. Because Maka has indeed sensed something in it... something that can be connected to "life".
"Whether it's the taboo black magic or the ordinary magic spells that everyone can't do without every day, there is essentially no distinction between superior and inferior...?"
After experiencing the alchemy of the two parties in detail, Maka couldn't help but shook her head slightly.
"But no matter what, the old witch from the African delegation will probably lose some of the 'emotional points' of the jury and the audience," he said thoughtfully, "Well, there is also the one from the Egyptian delegation. The same goes for the players.”
Even almost everyone in the global magic world knows that many wizards in the Egyptian magic world like to play with coffins, mummies and other ghostly things, but watching the coffin boards jump and jump on the sidelines of the competition, it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable.
But overall, Maka thinks this final is quite interesting. Every change in the field makes the audience curious. Although it is not as exciting as Quidditch, it is also exciting in a different way.
The inexplicable uneasiness at the beginning of today's game has slowly faded away, and Maka is ready to appreciate the next change in the game.
The sun was already approaching directly above everyone's heads, and the house elves running errands and delivering lunch and drinks to the audience gradually began to get busy.
At this moment, Maka suddenly turned around and looked at the aisle behind the VIP seats.
"Professor Maclean—"
Not long after he turned around, a familiar figure walked out of the aisle and walked straight towards him.
"Alexander?" As soon as Maka saw the other person, she quickly called out his name, "What's wrong? Do you want to see me if you need anything?"
"Uh, yes..." Alexander hurriedly said, "Ent... He is really missing? Professor, do you know where he is?"
"It sounds like you have a good relationship with him?" Maka looked at him and said, "But if you really care about him, I think it would be better for you to ask Professor McGonagall. From my side - you also saw it , I won’t be able to leave for a while.”
"Oh fine-"
Hearing Maka's answer, Alexander was obviously a little disappointed.
"Actually, I have already been to Professor McGonagall's place, but I still feel that if it were you, you would definitely know about Enns's current situation..."
"Sorry," Maka saw this and couldn't help but reached out and pressed Alexander's shoulder, "From your words, I can hear your concern for Ens Tavon - don't worry, after this game is over, I will also help find someone as soon as possible."
In fact, Maca doesn't care much about the specific winner of the event, but after the winner is decided, the old butler Edward will appear on the stage with Madame Maxime, and timely make public the important events that have been prepared for a long time.
And that was the only reason why he had to stay here.
If this were not the case, he would naturally join the search team for the missing student without hesitation.
"Okay, if you are really worried, you can go back to the castle and continue searching. You know, even every principal of our Hogwarts castle dare not say that he knows everything..." Maka comforted He said, "Maybe you will find some clues that no one else has discovered yet?"
After saying that, Maka patted Alexander's arm and was about to say some more words of encouragement. But the next second, his expression suddenly froze, and he stopped what he was doing, as if he suddenly noticed something.
"Well, that's it, you go back first!"
He just finished speaking to Alexander, and then turned back to Scrimgeour next to him and whispered a few instructions. Immediately, he ignored the unprepared obstruction of the Minister of Magic, passed by Alexander who had not yet left, and hurriedly walked towards the exit of the arena.
"Eh-"
Probably because he heard something incredible from Maka's mouth, Scrimgeour stood up halfway with a face full of surprise, but finally sat back helplessly. After a while, he felt that he could no longer sit like this, so he hurriedly got up and left.
Only Alexander, because he had no idea what happened, was still standing there blankly. All he knew was that when Maka passed by him, the expression on her face was unexpectedly serious.
…
"Someone touched the protective magic I left in Albania, but...who was it?"
Maka frowned and thought quickly as she ran towards the school gate.
Because it was a very important place to him, of course he would place reliable magic around it to prevent others from breaking in intentionally or unintentionally.
However, generally speaking, no one would wander around in that uninhabited mountain and old forest. Even if there were, it would only be people who approached him unintentionally.
And that kind of person should be affected by the outermost interference magic before coming into contact with the protective magic he left behind, and unconsciously move away from the location of the entrance.
If the "Muggle Expelling Curse" works on Muggles, then the objects it leaves behind to interfere with the effects of magic are most creatures, including wizards.
That place was not good, and it was not a place where living creatures could approach it at will.
However, even the magic he set up is not omnipotent. Therefore, if one layer is not enough, use two layers; if not, use three layers. After interference magic, there is protective magic with warning effect. Now it seems that he was definitely not wasting his efforts.
Just when Maka ran out of the school gate and was about to use the portkey to reach the ancient entrance temple in one fell swoop, he suddenly thought of a possibility -
"There are not many ways to know that location... As far as I know, apart from me and Voldemort, there is only the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. Could it be... that it was Enns Tavon who suddenly disappeared?"
Maka thought so, but quickly denied her guess.
"No, although the magic spell I used to seal the inner chamber was just a conventional modern spell, it cannot be broken by just anyone."
The next moment, with the expansion and contraction of space, he disappeared on the spot in the blink of an eye.