Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 222: The Conference is Underway
The scene was completely silent, save for the faint sounds of breathing and the snap of the fingers of the house-elves as they carried away empty plates.

At the seven seats of honor, the elderly wizards had different expressions, but the admiration in their eyes was undisguised.

Master Nicolas Flamel of the Central Academy of Sciences had not looked forward to this vast field of alchemy for many years.

The tan-skinned witch's composure and elegance were gone; she murmured to herself:
"Terra, is this the disciple you took in over seventy years? I don't understand—where did you even find Hermes?"

“I talked too much earlier, Terra.”

The white-haired wizard also tensed up, trying his best to restrain himself, so that he remained expressionless and did not reveal any envy.

In the world of alchemy, many aging wizards yearn for a disciple who can surpass them, and there were just as many aging wizards present with gleaming eyes.

This is the alchemical world that follows a strict master-apprentice system; otherwise, everyone present wouldn't be a master and apprentice.

For some disciples who "don't have much talent," they may spend their entire lives organizing their teacher's works; for some disciples who have a little talent, they can go a step further on their teacher's work, which is enough to make countless elderly wizards rest in peace.

In fact, many elderly wizards rely on potions to keep their bodies afloat, unwilling to let their lineage be cut off by "foolish disciples."

The difference between you being a one-in-a-million genius and you finding a one-in-a-million genius is immeasurable.

Because the banquet hall is full of survivorship bias, full of geniuses who are one in a million, after all, this is—an international alchemy event held once every fifty years.

Disciples with even a little talent are already rare, but for that last kind of disciple, no, for the most precious ones, they can stand on the shoulders of their already top-notch teachers and... create a new era.

In the center of the banquet hall.

Countless eyes appeared in their multifaceted lenses, their expressions varied, but they all seemed somewhat...terrified?

The British wizard Dorothy and her apprentice never imagined that Hogwarts would harbor such an amazing wizard. The elderly witch covered her mouth, while her extremely young apprentice stood there dumbfounded.

Her teacher will still like her and praise her for her talent, right?
There are quite a few wizards like her who find it hard to believe. Everyone knows that, because of the lineage of alchemists, this is the most "apprentice-driven" magical field.

Because of the brilliance of Master Flamel, none of the elderly wizards were much worse than the others, and the importance of disciples was elevated to a new level. If a disciple did not perform well, he would most likely be turned into a "puzzle piece" when he returned.

"The International Alchemy Congress's Gold Award for Pioneering Contribution is one thing, but what does it mean by the Joint Committee of the International Alchemy Congress recognizing him as the most talented alchemist of the past six hundred years?"

The witch asked the wizard beside her a question using an alchemical creation that could speak on its own.

"Literally, Miss Heather Gack is probably a hundred times better than us."

This male wizard is no ordinary person either; he speaks using his hat as a talking part.

"He's stronger than all the wizards of the last six hundred years. I guess the reason he's not sitting in the main seat is because of the last thousand years."

A slightly disheveled, dark-haired wizard finally spoke.
"No one could have imagined that Professor Terra, who had been ridiculed by her teacher for seventy years, would now be laughed at for the rest of her life."

I bet the biographies will record it like this—"Gentlemen, let my bard's box tell the story—"

He took out a small, oddly shaped box, resembling a tape recorder, and the box emitted a deep, weathered voice:

"The man who was ridiculed for seventy years, second only to Lemour, has finally found a way to overcome the mountains of this era. Now, the future will be written by legends."

And those short-sighted alchemists will be buried in history, unable to make a ripple..."

"The Bard Box? You are—that famous Norse bard alchemist? But I haven't heard of your teacher's name..."

"Didn't you hear me? That's right, because it won't make a ripple," Heather Gaker asked.

After he finished speaking, the extremely young Heather Gack witch burst out laughing.

"Madam, don't laugh, your teacher is inside too."

The Nordic bard alchemist turned his head to look at the wizard beside him.

"And you."

The sorcerer was stunned by the sudden attack.

The whispers from below the stage did not affect Dumbledore on the stage; he blinked:
"Let the future speak with his alchemical creations, Mr. Sheen Green. By the way, Hogwarts is proud of you."

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

In the very center of the multifaceted mirror, the little wizard's calm eyes remained unmoved.

In fact, Sheen was stunned. He hadn't expected such a grand scene, or rather, he hadn't imagined that a first-year wizard like himself would be worthy of such a prestigious title.

The most gifted person in six hundred years—it sounds like the perfect title for him.

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

"I have pioneered several new alchemical rituals..."

Professor Terra, whose face had been tense for so long in the main seat, finally couldn't help but beam with joy. This kid…

The audience was stunned. Even the elderly alchemist couldn't help but look at the youthful face again and again, confirming that it wasn't the master of the castle in the land of Trismegistes who had come back to life.

"Some fairytale cookies can transform any living creature into a magical beast, imbuing it with the magical powers of a magical beast. Currently, only the Cat Lizard, Thestral, Charmander, and Hippogriff are available..."

Sheen tried to speak calmly in one breath, then he saw the house-elf beside him walk out. It stood tall and proud, and with a snap of its fingers, it vanished with a black raven, a white swan, a peacock, a rooster, and other creatures. Suddenly, four magical creatures appeared on the mirror… though some young wizards only saw three.

After giving a brief introduction, Sheen's mind was filled with knowledge, and he frowned:

"Although I made this cookie, its reproducibility remains questionable. Even the creator cannot explain the full effect of each step; the only thing I'm certain of is that the wizard's will played a decisive role..."

Moreover, there are still many flaws.

The shapeshifter cannot remain conscious, the transformation lasts only a minute, and the creation process is too time-consuming, requiring at least three days... Most importantly, if the user does not eagerly anticipate their upcoming transformation and firmly believes they are a magical creature, the transformation is likely to fail..."

However, the wizards in the banquet hall were deaf to everything else; only one thought occupied their minds…

An eleven-year-old wizard has seized control of magical creatures for the alchemy world, something that had been unthinkable for thousands of years.

In some people's minds, the young wizard before them rivals, or even surpasses, Nicolas Flamel...

Magical Creatures Authority... that's a synonym for powers that wizards dream of, such as foresight, mind reading, transformation, storms, immortality, and rebirth.

The bard's box suddenly whispered in the silence:

"When the Philosopher's Stone appeared, the path of alchemy seemed to have come to an end. But the gods still called, and after six hundred years of waiting, a new legend has arrived, and the declining world of alchemy will cease to exist."
"Hermes, who once roamed the world, is returning in glory."

(End of this chapter)