Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy - Chapter 474

c368 Undercurrent

Looking at the bloody liquid dripping onto the floor in front of Mustafa, Wright couldn’t help but frown. He also imitated Mustafa, took off the saprophytic wood wand from his wrist, chanted a spell, and cast a clear water spell.

But just like the effect of Mustafa’s clear water spell just now, the “clear water” summoned by Wright himself was just a ball of smelly blood.

Silently looking at the blood floating in front of him for a while, Wright kept thinking in his mind.

He was 100% sure that the magic he had just cast was the “clear water spell”, not a modified “blood water spell”. And just now, in order to ensure the effect of the clear water magic, Wright deliberately did not simplify the casting steps, and used the spell and the corresponding gestures and wand waving angles completely. Even if Professor Flitwick saw such a casting step, he would not find any faults, and would even give Ravenclaw one point.

But as we can see, what Wright summoned was not some spring-like clear water, but still a ball of dirty blood.

Excluding his own factors, there is only one possibility that could cause the current situation, that is, there is something wrong with the venue of the Alchemist Skill Competition, and this problem is a large-scale chaos of magic elements.

Considering the soundproofing magic that suddenly failed just now, this guess is very reasonable and appropriate.

Wright waved his wand, and the ball of blood he summoned disappeared immediately.

He turned around and looked at Mustafa standing next to him, and said in a deep voice: “Mustafa, you just said that this blood is a disaster?”

“Yes,” Mustafa looked at Wright in a trance, “Disaster…”

Wright was about to say something else, but at this moment, the magic speaker originally set up on the wall to inform the players of the progress of the game suddenly sounded, and a steady and powerful middle-aged male voice came from it.

Wright had to shut his mouth and listen quietly to the speaker broadcast.

The middle-aged man’s voice was heard saying slowly:

“Dear contestants of the Alchemist Skills Competition, due to an external emergency, the surrounding magic elements have been disturbed to a certain extent. In order to ensure the reasonable progress of the competition, today’s Alchemist Skills Competition is officially suspended. Please leave in an orderly manner, return to your respective residences, and wait for follow-up notices.”

Then, this steady and powerful broadcast was repeated several times in English, Chinese and other foreign languages, and the magic speaker stopped.

The corridor fell into silence. Some contestants who had stayed in the room and did not come out also heard the broadcast at this time and walked out of their rooms. Everyone stood together in the silent corridor, looking at each other.

It seems that since the opening of the International Alchemy Conference in the past few centuries, there has never been such a sudden interruption of the competition.

Some confused contestants noticed the mess in the corridor and the contestant who struggled to get up from the blood, and began to ask the people around who came out earlier about the situation. The originally quiet corridor was filled with buzzing chatter.

Wright was about to ask Mustafa a question, but he suddenly left in a hurry, apparently because he had something urgent to deal with.

Looking at Mustafa’s receding back, Wright suddenly remembered something in his mind.

Just before Mustafa fell into such a trance, he still said a little bit of things. From those few short sentences, two crucial pieces of information were actually exposed.

That is blood and disaster.

As a foreign wizard who came from Hogwarts to participate in the Alchemy Conference, Wright, in the spirit of “not being afraid of ten thousand but being afraid of one”, had already learned some knowledge about the Egyptian wizard world as early as when he was in Beauxbatons.

Just like what Chang Chu said when he first boarded the Hogwarts Express. Due to the existence of the magic world in various countries, those fairy tales and fantasy stories created by ordinary people may not be made by some careless wizards when they are not careful.

Just like Merlin. This great magician has left a brilliant and brilliant mark even in the world history of ordinary people.

And the bloody disaster happened to be recorded in a book that could be regarded as a myth.

In the Book of Exodus, it is said that God persuaded Pharaoh to give the Israelites freedom, but the Egyptian Pharaoh was stubborn and refused to listen to the repeated requests of God’s messengers Moses and Aaron, and insisted on letting the Israelites leave Egypt. So God analyzed the many miracles that Moses and Aaron performed in front of Pharaoh, and brought ten disasters to Egypt.

The first of the ten disasters was the “bloody flood disaster.”

“God used Aaron to raise his rod and hit the river, and the river water turned into blood, the fish in it died, and the river water became foul, so that the Egyptians could not drink the water in the river… until seven days later, the water source became clear…”

But… God?

Wright still couldn’t be sure whether this was just his excessive speculation.

Even though Nicolas Flamel had personally confirmed that there were indeed terrifying beings like angels in the world, Wright still couldn’t imagine whether the “God” who was above the angels really existed in the world, or was just everyone’s fantasy speculation. After all, that was “God”!

Created light out of darkness and chaos! Then he created heaven and earth, living things, and people!

Unique and omniscient and the only creator of everything in the world!

Isn’t this a less orthodox wizarding world? Why does such a God character appear? If there was one, Wright felt that it would be best for him to just go back to Hogwarts and hide.

It is more comfortable to chat with Voldemort, who is about to run out of Horcruxes, than to deal with the omniscient and omnipotent God!

At this time, the young alchemists who originally came to participate in the competition had left in scattered pieces, and none of the local Egyptian alchemists were left at this time. The corridor that had seemed a bit crowded had gradually become empty. Swing down.

Full of dissatisfaction and confusion, Wright also returned to the tent set up on the north side of the Red Square alone, and he was ready to plan his next action.

After all, if it is really a messenger of God like “Aaron” who turned all the rivers in Egypt into rivers of blood, then in the most optimistic view, all the wizards in Egypt combined will not be the opponent of this “Aaron” messenger. Not to mention God who is still behind “Aaron”!

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at the same time.

Deep in the Sahara Desert.

Weibo, who had once met Wright in the Glazed Pyramid, was gathering with Lucky and another hooded wizard in a dark and gloomy underground tomb.

“How does it feel to see the light of day again, Mr. High Priest.” Weibo was still like a stiff robot, speaking to the figure standing in front of the three people without any emotion.