Some scholars once said that the ancient civilization of magic is the ancient civilization of mankind. Although this argument is quite one-sided, it also illustrates some problems from one side.

During the heyday of magic in ancient times, many civilizations were founded and died because of the rise and fall of magic itself. And wizards around the world are just like those civilizations that emerge like stars, with various forms and backgrounds.

Alchemy, a science that was once flourishing in ancient times, can be said to have been almost shattered by the torrent of history. However, if we compare it with modern magic, which has undergone repeated twists and turns to adapt to the changes of the times, the fragments of knowledge that have survived have been able to retain the style that originated in antiquity.

And now, when Maca looked at these alchemists who had come to Hogwarts from all corners of the world, he couldn't help but sigh "eye-opening".

The so-called "alchemy" is actually the theory and practice of studying the transformation between "matter and matter" and "matter and spirit". This may be too abstract, but it would be much simpler to give them examples in modern magic.

For example, the transformation of matter to matter is actually a permanent version of metamorphosis; The transformation of matter and spirit can be roughly equated with spiritual magic.

Of course, this is just an example. In terms of practical application, according to the specific knowledge of the above two general directions, even potions, astronomy, arithmetic and divination can be included.

Therefore, in the period when the knowledge of alchemy was most complete, it could even be divided into a separate system of magical theory, rather than a single discipline as it is now.

However, even if Nicol Lemay is still alive now, I am afraid that it will not be possible to organize it into a "magic system". From ancient times to the present, how many things that have been crushed by the wheel of history can be put together in good condition?

Only a handful of the remnants of those wheels were lucky enough to stick to the wheels, mixed with other things as the times progressed. Just like modern Potions, there are also some theoretical formulas inherited from alchemy and passed down from generation to generation.

"From the wizarding world of Africa, please follow this Mr. Filch inside, Hogwarts has prepared a room for you to rest......"

Maca was standing in the school's vestibule to greet the members of the African delegation who arrived today. Most of these members graduated from Vagado, the only remaining magic school in Africa, but there seemed to be some strange guys mixed in.

This is actually very easy to tell for Maca.

The current president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Akinbad, was a student at the Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In France, he had shared some recent developments in the African magical world with Maca and others at the dinner table.

Nowadays, most of the students from Vagado are in a state of international integration, and they are not very different from the wizards in England. But if you want to talk about those scattered tribal wizards, it can only be said that there are all kinds of strange things.

Just like the guys in front of me who were mixed in the crowd of delegations:

One had a large number of feathers stuck in his head, and his body was covered with red mud; One wore only a rag apron around his body, but his face wore an oversized mask carved in wood; Another one was dressed in a strange costume full of colors, and he couldn't even see an inch of skin.

What worries Maca the most is an old witch in a big brown cloak. Her face was covered in finely colored natural paint, and she was holding an equally brightly colored cane with a string of terrifying things that were clearly skulls.

Maca could sense that the old witch was spreading a chaotic, but powerful, strange wave of magical power.

At this moment, the old witch, who had followed the crowd in the direction of the castle, seemed to be aware of Maca's senses, and suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?"

Beside the old witch, a young wizard who was almost naked, immediately stopped, and whispered in an African language.

When the old witch heard this, she took her eyes back from Maca, turned around and continued to follow the flow of people.

"Speak in English!"

When she opened her mouth, she used quite fluent English, and although the pronunciation was somewhat problematic, it was not a problem for people to understand.

“…… If you still want to inherit the clan from your father, get used to it as soon as possible. ”

"I see, Ancestor," the young African wizard ...... changed his words to a broken English, "So, what was Ancestor looking at just now?" Is it the British kid who greeted us in the back? ”

"Hmph, didn't I teach you what to call a wizard from another country when you were in the tribe?" As the old witch spoke, a trace of genuine cold killing intent flashed in her eyes, "Don't underestimate that young man, I feel the majestic soul power in him......"

"Majestic soul power?" The young wizard's eyes widened suddenly, and while he was surprised, he forgot to answer in English, "How many?" Is it enough for you to eat one meal, ancestor? ”

This time, the old witch did not blame him, but glanced at him coldly again.

"Have you forgotten all my advice before you go?" The old witch said slowly in her old voice, "If you don't want to die, forget about the rites of birth that violate the forbidden covenant......"

To be honest, the old witch's heart was also full of greed at this time. But after all, she was the most unfathomable wizard in the tribe, and only those who could use her spirit to detect could she understand that the young man standing on the lawn was anything but simple.

"Ancestors are above," the old witch murmured in the tribal language, "what kind of power is that?" ”

……

Not to mention the old witch's side was extremely confused, but Maca's side was still standing in the castle vestibule and waiting quietly.

In addition to the African delegation, a team of joint representatives from Mesopotamia is expected to arrive at Hogwarts today.

The composition of this delegation was too chaotic, and this integration was also thanks to the assistance of the federation. Otherwise, in the completely unformed chaotic magical world over there, the number of scattered participants in this competition would be several times more.

Because although the modern wizards of Mesopotamia are extremely messy, they are quite brilliant in the ancient magical world. Just like the rise of the extraordinarily brilliant Babylonian civilization at the beginning, the local ancient wizards of this period naturally contributed a lot.

And alchemy is also one of their heritages.

This time, since the wizards of Mesopotamia were organized by the International Federation of Wizards, the people who led this joint team this time were of course the members of the Federation.

At this point, I think it is necessary to mention the manner in which the two delegations arrived today.

The appearance of those African wizards just now was very uneventful, because this time it was mainly because of the graduates of Vagado, and they all appeared outside the school gate with a portkey.

And the next group of Mesopotamian "motley army" appeared in a way that stimulated Maca's nerves.

At some point as Maca was basking in the sun in a bored manner, he suddenly noticed a hint of magic in the vestibule clearing. The fluctuation went from shallow to deep, from small to large, and then gradually spread.

And it was at this moment that Maca immediately understood that it should be the Mesopotamian team that was coming.

However, Maca quickly smiled wryly.

"The Wizards' Federation hadn't come to ask for the portkey, so I thought something might be wrong." He stared at the clearing, speechless, thinking, "They don't think they can make it this time......

Although Maca didn't know what method was trying to get over there with the magic fluctuations alone, he knew that the space within the school was reinforced by the Big Four. If you want to reach it by moving through space, it's a dream.

After a few seconds, Maca faintly saw some columnar outlines in the clearing. The large pillars were arranged in a circle, and it looked as if it were some kind of ancient altar.

But while the pillars were still in a translucent state, with a slight vibration of the spatial level, all the looming images disappeared.

It was clear that the intention to move over there had completely failed.

"It seems that the joint delegation from Mesopotamia is going to be late this time......"

Maca shook her head slightly, and then turned to write a letter to the International Confederation of Wizards, asking them to send someone to get the portkey. But just as he had not taken a few steps, there was a wave of magic power behind him that was similar to before.

"Still not dead?" Maca's expression subtly turned back and looked over there, "Do you want to be so brainless?" What did the organizers sent by the federation do? ”

This time, it seems that the efforts have been increased, and even the pillars are a little clearer. But it's just a little bit, and it can't change the fact that it can't get over at all.

And when the other side failed again, but began to try a third time, Maca was completely convinced.

"Strength aside, at least the wizards of Mesopotamia must be very resilient......," he sighed, "If you can hold on a little longer, for the sake of your perseverance, I don't mind pushing back on your specific position......

As she spoke, Maca took out the manuscript paper and sat down on the spot, intending to analyze the other party's magic fluctuations on the spot.

This kind of time-grabbing work Maca has not done before, he tried to reverse Greenwald's location at the beginning, although it was because of lack of time and failed.