Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 223: Patents

When Sheen’s calm green eyes disappeared, the wizards no longer found the young alchemist’s creations or improvements interesting.

They themselves fully understand that they no longer need to compete, just like their teachers.

It seems that no one can get close to the wizard named Sheehan Green.

Their disciples no longer need to compete, because this legend is so young.

He will become a heavy mountain, pressing down on the heads of three generations of alchemists.

Or will it become a radiant crown? Who knows?
……

The young alchemists continued their explanation, looking at the multifaceted mirror and Professor Terra who had suddenly appeared beside them.

Sheen said softly:

"Professor, I still... don't quite understand."

Sheen knew that the ritual became increasingly difficult as the magical creatures grew stronger, and he might not be able to create those wizarding creations in a short time.

So he wasn't excited. His road was long and far, and not as simple as those wizards had imagined.

But undeniably, the Fairy Tale Cookies series symbolizes a dazzling, magical future.

“My disciple’s excessive humility is like raw, unrefined material; it needs to undergo the necessary sublimation through the flame of ‘honor’.”

As for how to balance the scales in your heart... perhaps you could ask Headmaster Dumbledore? I've heard..."

Professor Terra stopped abruptly after she finished speaking with a smile.

She seemed to recall something, then looked at her students who were engrossed in their studies and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the end of the alchemy exchange meeting for young people and teenagers, Headmaster Dumbledore said in a dignified and deep voice:

"Well done, my friends—please allow an old man to exclaim that every spark of alchemy will illuminate a more distant future tonight."

Now, it's time to let the light of youth shine on its own—

The Bronze Medal for Pioneering Contribution to the International Alchemy Congress is awarded to Miss Heather Gack.

Headmaster Dumbledore said in a loud voice.

The alchemists, whose trip had been worthwhile, gave a loud and enthusiastic round of applause.

The extremely young witch waved her wand, and a stack of papers automatically carried her to the awards stage.

Using one's own alchemical creations to reach the podium is a small tradition.

The images on the twenty-four stone tablets show that this is how Master Nicolas Flamel did it, and the young alchemists who followed suit learned it.

"The Silver Medal for Pioneering Contribution to the International Alchemy Congress is awarded to Mr. Lucien Hernandez."

The Nordic bard alchemist waved his robe and instantly appeared on the awards stage.

Sheen watched quietly, wondering what the use of placing his own Apparition abilities on his robes would be.

When Lucien Hernandez returned to his seat, the gazes of the crowd intensified.

"I know everyone has been waiting for this moment—"

Professor Dumbledore surveyed the banquet hall, his blue eyes gleaming behind his half-moon spectacles.

"So now, please allow me to announce: the Gold Award for Pioneering Contribution to the International Alchemy Congress is awarded to—" With a light tap of his wand, radiant alchemical symbols appeared in the air, and at the same time, all the wizards raised their wands, gazing at the little wizard in the position of number seven—"Wonder".

"Mr. Sheen Green, an alchemist from Hogwarts, hailed by the International Alchemy Council as the most gifted individual in six hundred years and also the youngest member in the council's history—"

Sheen walked up; he had no pre-prepared way of going on stage, yet he walked quietly, and no one dared to look down on him—the bard box continued its soft chanting:
"Master Nicolas Flamel's path has been overturned. Future alchemists will no longer just follow in his footsteps, for another alchemist's silhouette has been added to this profound branch of magic..."

Sheen heard something, and he walked even faster.

Can anyone tell him why there are bards at the Alchemy Conference...?

The reward was a badge, but I don't know what it was made of.

It was a bit cold when I received it. The front reads: "The bottom is like the top, and the top is like the bottom; thus, the miracles of the One are accomplished."

The back reads: "Gold Medal Winner for Pioneering Contribution to the International Alchemy Congress at the End of the 20th Century: Sheehan Green".

As Sheen silently observed, he sensed that the contract that had been taken away after the knowledge was taken had disappeared, and so the International Alchemy Youth and Adolescents Exchange Conference came to an end.

Next was a banquet for alchemists from various fields to exchange ideas. The castle had a total of twenty-four hidden rooms, enough for the alchemists to have a great time exchanging ideas.

The entire International Alchemy Congress will last for four days.

On the first day, when they first arrived, the banquet hall was pitch black; after all the wizards arrived, the first day ended, and the banquet hall was illuminated by white light.

Throughout the day, the people who came to talk to Sheen were young wizards and middle-aged wizards; they were all kind and showed no signs of jealousy or any dark desires.

Professor Terra explained with a smile:

"Leaving aside the fact that the field of alchemy has been declining for six hundred years, look at the seats of honor, what do you see?"

Sheehan looked over and saw Master Nick Flamel and Headmaster Dumbledore silently watching him.

He realized that magic was power, and power was sitting right there, winking at him.

The castle was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight and fireplace, but night still quietly descended.

It was a starlit night, and the alchemists hurried by, their figures flashing past the different windows of various banquet rooms, illuminated by lights.

Behind Professor McGonagall, the two were in a private banquet hall. He showed no pride in his honor, nor was he troubled in the slightest. His small figure sat in a large chair, his hands still reading Dumbledore's notebook.

He was already eager to experiment with the ancient transmutation runes on it.

At the same time, he also had a book on hand containing techniques exchanged by alchemy masters in the field of transformation that he was interested in, but there wasn't much of it.

When the alchemists saw him arrive, they kept reciting complicated knowledge, but he couldn't understand a single word.

At that moment, Professor Terra entered:

"Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall's excitement and pride from the entire day hadn't yet subsided when she heard Professor Terra continue:
"The wizards of the International Wizarding Federation are waiting for us. Although those mediocre people could not replicate the fairy tale cookie even in a hundred years, the patent rights can help little Grimm avoid a lot of trouble."

patent?

Sheen looked up.

“Let’s go, my disciple, to meet some special people. Professor Minerva McGonagall, please come along.”

Professor Terra continued.

(End of this chapter)