Chapter 372: Assembly in Progress

The scene was silent, with only some slight breathing sounds and the sound of house-elves snapping their fingers as they took away empty plates.

At the seven head tables, the elderly wizards had different expressions, but the appreciation in their eyes was undisguised.

Master Nicolas Flamel in the center did not know how many years it had been since he had looked forward to this vast alchemy world.

The brown-skinned witch's reserve and elegance were gone, and she muttered to herself:

"Taila, is this the disciple you took in seventy years? I can't understand—where exactly did you kidnap Hermes from?"

"I spoke too much earlier, Taila."

The white-haired male wizard also tensed his body, trying his best to restrain himself, remaining expressionless so as not to let envy show.

How many elderly wizards in the alchemy world craved a disciple who surpassed their master? There were as many elderly wizards on the scene with eyes gleaming.

This was the alchemy world that followed a strict master-disciple system; otherwise, everyone present wouldn't be full of one master and one disciple.

For some disciples with "not much talent," they might spend their whole lives organizing their teacher's works; for some disciples with a little talent, they could go a step further on the basis of their teacher, which was enough to make countless elderly wizards close their eyes in peace.

In fact, many elderly wizards relied on potions to support their bodies, just not wanting their heritage to be cut off in the hands of "stupid disciples."

You are a one-in-a-million genius, and you found a one-in-a-million genius—the difference is immeasurable.

Because the banquet hall was full of survivor bias, full of one-in-a-million geniuses; after all, this was—the International Alchemy Assembly held every fifty years.

A disciple with a little talent was already rare, and for that last category, the disciple—no, the heart and liver—who was hard to come by, they could step on the shoulders of their already top-tier teachers to... start an era.

In the center of the banquet hall.

Countless eyes appeared in their respective multi-faceted mirror lenses. They had different expressions, but they all seemed a bit... scared?

The British wizard Dorothy and her disciple never expected that Hogwarts still hid such an astonishing wizard. The elderly witch covered her mouth, while her extremely young disciple was dazed.

Her teacher, would still love her and praise her for having good talent, right?

There were quite a few wizards like her who couldn't believe it. Who didn't know that because of the inheritance of alchemists, this was the most "disciple-dependent" magic field.

Due to the shining glory of Master Flamel, no elderly wizard was worse than the other, so the importance of disciples was even higher. If the disciple didn't perform well, they would mostly be turned into a "puzzle" when they went back.

"The International Alchemy Assembly Pioneering Contribution Gold Award is one thing, but what does that 'most talented alchemist in six hundred years recognized by the International Alchemy Assembly Joint Committee' mean?"

This witch asked the male wizard beside her using an alchemical creation that could speak.

"Literal meaning, Miss Heather Gack, about a hundred times stronger than us."

This male wizard was not simple either; the part he spoke with was actually a hat.

"Also stronger than all wizards in six hundred years. I guess the reason why it's not a thousand years is because the one sitting at the head table is the reason."

A black-haired male wizard who looked slightly messy finally spoke with his mouth.

"No one ever expected that Professor Taila was mocked by her teacher for seventy years, and now the teacher will be mocked for a lifetime.

I guess it will definitely be recorded in the biography—everyone, let my Bard Box say it—"

He took out a small, strange mouth-shaped box similar to a tape recorder, and the box spat out a low and vicissitudinous voice:

"The number one person under Flamel who was mocked for seventy years has finally found a way to cross the mountain of this era. Now, the future will be written by legends.

And those short-sighted alchemists, they will be buried in history, unable to stir up a single ripple..."

"Bard Box? Are you—that famous Nordic Bard Alchemist? But why didn't I hear your teacher's name..."

Heather Gack asked.

"Didn't hear it? Then that's right, because they can't stir up a single ripple."

After he finished speaking, the extremely young witch Heather Gack "puffed" and laughed out loud.

"Lady, don't laugh, your teacher is in there too."

The Nordic Bard Alchemist turned his head and looked at the male wizard beside him.

"And you."

That male wizard was stunned by this sudden attack.

The whispers below did not affect Dumbledore on the stage. He winked:

"Let the future and his alchemical creations speak, Mr. Sean Green. By the way, Hogwarts is proud of you."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, deafening applause erupted, more enthusiastic than ever.

On the central mirror of the multi-faceted mirror, the little wizard's calm eyes still had no ripples.

In fact, Sean was stunned. He didn't expect such a big scene, or rather, he didn't expect that he, a first-year young wizard, would be enough to win such a big title.

The most talented person in six hundred years sounded like it was tailor-made for him.

So he tried to say something, such as explaining his alchemical creations:

"I pioneered several new alchemy rituals..."

Professor Taila's face, which had been tense for a long time at the head table, finally couldn't help but brighten. This child...

The audience below was dazed, and even the elderly alchemy masters couldn't help but look at that youthful face again and again, confirming that it wasn't the owner of this Trismegistus land castle who had come back to life.

"Some fairy tale biscuits, which can make any living creature transform into a magical creature and possess the magic of magical creatures. Currently, there are only Hinkypunks, Thestrals, baby dragons, Hippogriffs..."

Sean tried his best to finish in one breath as calmly as possible, then he saw the house-elf beside him walk out. It held its head high, snapped its fingers with living creatures like black crows, white swans, peacocks, and roosters, and they disappeared from the spot. Then four kinds of magical creatures instantly appeared on the multi-faceted mirror... though in the eyes of some young wizards, there were only three.

After the general introduction, Sean's knowledge occupied his mind, and he frowned:

"Although I made this biscuit, its reproducibility is still in doubt. Because even the creator cannot explain every effect of every step. The only thing I am sure of is that the wizard's will plays a decisive role in it...

And there are still many flaws.

The transformer cannot stay awake, the duration is only one minute, and the production time is too long, taking at least three days... Most importantly, if the user cannot desire their upcoming transformation and firmly believe that they are a magical creature, the transformation is very likely to fail..."

However, the wizards in the banquet hall could no longer listen to anything. They only had one thought in their minds...

An eleven-year-old young wizard had seized the authority of magical creatures for the alchemy world, which had not been dared to be imagined for thousands of years.

In the hearts of some, the figure of the young wizard before them was closing in on Nicolas Flamel, or even surpassing...

Magical creature authority... that was synonymous with powers that wizards dreamed of, such as precognition, mind-reading, transformation, storms, immortality, and rebirth.

The Bard Box whispered in the silence:

"When the Philosopher's Stone appeared, the path of the alchemy world seemed to have reached its end. But the gods are still calling. After six hundred years of waiting, a new legend has descended. The waning alchemy world will no longer exist:

—The Hermes walking in the world is returning with his glory." ===== CHAPTER 373 =====