Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

The grand piano was made of glossy black lacquer wood. After lifting the cover, Stone saw its black and white keys.

"Blackwood piano." Klum said its name.

It’s both ‘Tomahawk’ and ‘Blackwood Piano’. It turns out that this guy is a bad namer.

In the previous competitions, the contestants introduced their works, but in the finals, the judges explored it themselves. The judges must be given a chance to showcase themselves.

A group of six people left their seats and came to the piano.

The first step was to test the musicality. Egbert faced the audience and asked:

"Does any of you here know how to play the piano?"

"..." Question marks popped up on Stone's head. Are you serious? The wizarding world's most famous musician doesn't know how to play the piano? Or is this not what he is good at?

His expression didn't look like he was joking, so Stone turned around and looked at the audience, but no one raised their hands.

"Huh -" Stone took a deep breath and raised his hand, "I can do it, I just don't know if it's in compliance with the rules."

"As long as Mr. Krum agrees," the chief said.

"I agree." Krum answered immediately.

There was no way, he couldn't just stand here stupidly, and he still believed in Stone.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome." After a slight nod, Stone sat in front of the piano, touched the keys and closed his eyes.

He is better at feeling the music when he loses his sight than playing while looking at the music score.

Just when everyone was in doubt, his fingers started to move.

There are not many repertoires that he is good at, but it is more than enough to test the tone of the piano. After "Dream Wedding", Stone returned to his seat.

Then Egbert began his spiel:

"It's a very good piece. Let's thank Mr. Stone Cape. As for the piano, I can make some points..."

After speaking for ten full minutes, Egbert gave his conclusion:

"It's a very nice piano, with good intonation."

"..." Stone glanced at him expressionlessly.

A musician should be called a music critic.

"..." The principal was silent for a moment. He also noticed something was wrong. Then he quickly ignored the topic and said to Krum: "Then let's check its alchemical effect."

"Ok."

After saying that, Krum took out the warhammer given to him by Brother Maozi in the previous round with his backhand, and hammered his piano hard.

"boom--"

After the violent impact, the piano was not damaged at all, but Krum was forced back several positions by the force of the rebound.

WTF!

Stone shouted in shock.

He knew that Krum was fierce and was already prepared, but he was still startled by the sudden swing of the hammer.

The judges were also shocked. Egbert had already drawn his wand.

"Okay." The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Do you mind if we check it out?"

Although he was a judge, he subconsciously solicited the opinions of the contestants.

"Of course." Krum also showed a puzzled look.

With Krum's consent, several judges stepped forward to open the back of the piano and inspected the structure inside.

After the inspection, the judges did not rush to express their opinions, but sat back.

"You should go back first." The chief said, "We will finally announce the results."

"Okay." Krum sat back.

"Let's bring in the next one, Stone Cape!"

Amid applause, Stone walked around the piano and placed his wooden box on the judges' table. He opened the box, took out the recorder, and said:

"My work is called 'Purple Flute'."

"Let's show off our musicality first."

"Uh...can I show it together?"

"That's the best."

"Ok."

Stone turned the breather of the recorder toward him and flipped the rose gold ring.

The melodious "Scarpaolo Bazaar" played, and the people present were quickly immersed in the emotions brought by the music.

After the song ended, the principal came to his senses first. He said directly without waiting for Egbert to comment:

"Can we check it out?"

"Just don't break it for me."

Hearing Stone's words, the director felt a little dizzy. Why are all of them so, so... Oh!

"do not worry."

"It's hard to feel reassured."

His purple flute is made of crystal. Although it is very hard, the components have some edges and corners in order to secure the tenon corners. If the edges and corners are damaged, the beauty will be destroyed, and even the sound will no longer be perfect.

If I had known earlier, I would have left Veronica's contact information. If it was really damaged, I could make another one and save the rescue measures.

But after all, it was a game, so he handed the purple flute out.

The moment he received the purple flute, the manager handed it to Nico Flamel.

Judging from Cappe's tone, this purple flute seems to be really easy to damage, so it should be left to the top alchemists to handle it.

"Haha!" Nico Flamel did not refuse. After careful inspection, he easily split the purple flute into several components without any damage.

"Controlled through a golden ring? A very subtle idea."

With that said, Nico Flamel showed the talisman in the component to all the judges. The judges all nodded slightly and said nothing.

After putting the purple flute together, Nico Flamel handed it back to Stone.

It was the last group. Sister Ramadan walked to the judges' table and took out a harp from the wooden box.

"Benichen."

In the field of musical instruments, beauty often means quality, especially string instruments, and the beauty of order means pitch and timbre. But this harp is a bit strange from Stone's perspective. The distance between the strings is irregular. I don’t know what kind of weird harp it is.

At this time, Memphis waved his magic wand, and a series of pink notes lingered around the harp, and the beautiful strings sounded in the venue.

"What weird thing?" Stone complained: "Can it sound so good?" There was another question mark on his forehead.

Stone did not understand this genre, but as a local, the principal did. He looked at Memphis:

"Prayers to the God of Music? In conjunction with some rituals?"

"Yes." Memphis nodded.

"Can you show us the quality of the harp itself?"

The secret alchemy in Egyptian alchemy has the ability to turn decay into magic. As long as the load is not too outrageous, it will produce magical effects, so he raised this question.

"Uh..." Sister Ramadan looked at each other with a troubled expression.

"Okay, I understand." The boss sighed, "Let's discuss it."

"Okay." Sister Ramadan was relieved.

Based on their understanding of the principal, it is impossible for him to be selfish, but it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't expose it in public.