I’m Really An Alchemist

In the past two months, he has read the magic books he purchased dozens of times.

With the characteristics of never forgetting, the content of the magic book is deeply imprinted in his mind. Whether it is the pronunciation of spells, the weight of gestures and the formula of potions, he can perfectly repeat them. If he has magic power, he will be the best. wizard.

But he didn't.

The teaching system of wizards is very unscientific.

They don't explore the mysteries behind magic, they believe in experience and muscle memory, and the books are filled with all kinds of obscure, colloquial stuff that doesn't teach you why, but how to do it.

What is the casting principle of the suspension spell?

do not know.

It will only teach you that the spell of the levitation spell is Wingadim Leviosa, which includes the ups and downs of gestures, the soundness of syllables.

Some spell books also tell how coincidental and incredible the wizards created these magical spells, as if spells were originally existing tools to mobilize magic, and wizards were not developers, but users.

This strange magic system once gave Zhou Qi a headache.

The history of magic is almost as long as the history of human beings, but for thousands of years, human beings are going to heaven, and wizards are still using magic spells created a thousand years ago.

"This is not the magic I want to learn."

Zhou Qi stuffed the last book into the seamless stretch backpack and whispered.

The magic books he bought only involved the most superficial magic. He needed more reference samples to create universal magic. The Hogwarts Library was one of the largest collections of books in the magic world.

Zhou Qi couldn't wait.

Boo!

A white light and shadow descended in front of him.

The serious Professor McGonagall was still dressed in that green robe, as if she didn't have a second change of clothes.

"Mr. Ivan." Professor McGonagall said, "Please put your hand on my shoulder and focus on it. Apparition is not a good experience."

Teleportation is a teleportation spell used by adult wizards to travel long distances.

It was also the most uncomfortable teleportation Zhou Qi had ever experienced.

Whether it's quantum teleportation on the scientific side, the spanning space on the martial arts side, or the escaping technique on the immortal side, they all ensure comfort, but phantom migration seems to squeeze the body into a thick rubber tube.

"It's not really interesting magic."

Zhou Qi took a deep breath in the slightly cold air, and in his heart he sentenced the phantom to death. When he sorted out the magic system, this teleportation magic would be thrown into the trash can of history.

How could there be such a comfortless teleportation magic?

It's no wonder that the apparition spell can only be learned by students in the seventh grade and above, and they even have to go to the Ministry of Magic to take the corresponding license.

Professor McGonagall's mouth curled into a smile, watching the musician gasp for breath. When he recovered, the smile quickly faded, as if it had never appeared before.

The two were in front of a medieval village.

Old taverns, old streets, old buildings.

There are also wizards who dress up from the times and live in it.

Hodemogg Village, a wizarding village close to Hogwarts, where all the people living here are wizards who are far from Muggle society, and the station of the steam train is also located here.

Zhou Qi looked up.

An ancient and magnificent castle stands quietly in the white mist in the distance.

"Everyone who comes to Hogwarts for the first time has to row a boat through the Black Lake. This is the tradition of the college." Professor McGonagall missed her once, and came to Hogwarts with excitement. Castle in the distance.

"But your situation is special, and the principal waived this rule."

Professor McGonagall led Zhou Qi to the deep forest, a mysterious animal resembling a horse, with a dark body and wings on its back, raising its head proudly, and pulling an open-air carriage behind him.

"Can you see Thestrals?"

Professor McGonagall wanted to explain, but saw that Zhou Qirao was looking at Yestral with interest.

Ordinary people can't see the Thestral. Only those who have witnessed death can see it.

This kind of clumsy magic cover-up, even if Zhou Qi did not have half the magic accumulation, but his soul is a dimension-reducing body of a high-dimensional life, no illusion can work on him, as long as he wants, he can even see the traces of time.

"How can you write a masterpiece if you haven't experienced death?"

Being a musician is easy to use.

Professor McGonagall has no doubts.

The two got into the carriage, Ye Qi raised his head and neighed, his wings spread, the wheels rolled, and then rose, flying towards the fish-white sky.

The open-air carriage is very stable, no matter how the Thestral rolls dazzlingly, it maintains its center of gravity downwards.

Zhou Qi pondered the working principle of magic, and felt the cool wind flowing at her fingertips. Professor McGonagall was speechless. She wanted to see the shocked expression on the face of the Muggle musician, but she only saw pleasure and enjoyment.

She shook her head.

The carriage is condescending, overlooking the classical and magnificent English castle.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!"

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Chapter 367 The Sorting Hat

The Thestral carriage landed in front of the castle.

The serious Professor McGonagall took out his wand and knocked lightly on the closed door three times. The tall oak door made a long sound and slowly opened.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor Ivan."

The lavish and spacious hall was illuminated warm yellow by torches, the dome was unimaginably high, and the marble staircase led upstairs.

The real Hogwarts is far bigger than the movie.

At this time, in the hall, all the teachers of Hogwarts gathered. Dumbledore in white stood in front of the teachers and winked mischievously at Zhou Qi.

Hogwarts welcomes its first Muggle professor.

Even most teachers were surprised.

"This is Dean Hufflepuff, Ms. Pomona Sprout."

Dumbledore introduced the Hogwarts staff to the musicians. Dean Hufflepuff was a short but gentle lady who was also a professor of herbal medicine at Hogwarts.

And Dean Ravenclaw, Filius Flitwick.

This teacher with goblin blood is neither friendly nor exclusive. This is the norm for most wizards. They may not have wizard supremacy, but they are not too enthusiastic about a Muggle.

In contrast, Slytherin Headmaster Severus Snape is very different.

The black-haired, hooked-nosed man looked at Zhou Qi with indifferent eyes. He could not see the slightest kindness and kindness in his eyes, but Quirrell, the current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, was a little too enthusiastic.

Zhou Qi thought it was very interesting.

It's normal for a Death Eater to be indifferent to himself.

But why is this Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, who has been parasitized by Voldemort, so enthusiastic? Zhou Qi doesn't think that a Dark Lord, who is not even a half-blood wizard, would value a Muggle so much.

After getting to know all the professors.

Dumbledore brought Zhou Qi to the Hogwarts Hall.

The ceiling is dotted with stars, as beautiful as velvet, thousands of candles float in mid-air, illuminating the hall brightly, and the four long tables arranged according to the four colleges are empty.

The students do not return to Hogwarts until September 1st.

"Professor Ivan, your Muggle music class will be an elective course at Hogwarts, three classes a week, regardless of grade."

Dumbledore arranged teaching assignments.

"Your teacher's dormitory has been arranged. Mr. Filch, the administrator, will take you there. As the only Muggle professor at Hogwarts, you should also follow the rules of Hogwarts."

"The magical world is not as safe as you think." Dumbledore took a serious attitude: "The Forbidden Forest is full of danger, you must not step into it. I should show you the Forbidden Forest watcher Rubeus Hagrid, he will tell How dangerous is your forbidden forest, but he's on a recruiting mission."

Zhou Qi smiled and said, "Please rest assured, principal, I value my own life very much, and I must be the first to escape in danger."

His self-mockery drew kind laughter from the teachers.

Dumbledore shook his head, obviously not convinced that this daring musician could be so honest.

"I have communicated with the teachers that you can learn magic with other students outside the course, but I still don't think you can learn magic. There has never been a precedent for a Muggle to learn magic."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Zhou Qi smiled knowingly at the teacher.

Except for Snape, all the other professors responded with good-natured smiles.

Besides being able to learn magic, Zhou Qi has other privileges at Hogwarts.

As a professor, the library has opened some permissions to him, and Zhou Qidu can borrow less dangerous magic books in the forbidden area, which has also been approved by the librarian, Mrs. Pings.

"Hogwarts is very big, and there are many forbidden areas." Dean Hufflepuff said gently: "But most of them are good guys, even if you see ghosts or moving portraits, they are all good guys. Be kind, the Hufflepuff common room is near the kitchen, and there are many house-elves in it, Professor Ivan, you can order them to make meals and send them to your office at any time."

Zhou Qi's teaching classroom is in a hall on the third floor.

There is also a piano specially prepared by Hogwarts.

Carrying the suitcase, Zhou Qi followed the rickety squib administrator to his office and dormitory. Mr. Filch, who wrote heavily in the original book, gently hugged the cat and was in a good mood.

As a Squib, he was at the bottom of the Hogwarts chain of contempt.

But now it's different. Hogwarts has a Muggle professor who is even more useless than a squib. Filch thinks his identity has been upgraded, and looks at Zhou Qi with kindness.

After Zhou Qi took out the canned cat food he had prepared, Filch's attitude towards him became more cordial.

"Professor Ivan, if you need anything at Hogwarts, you can tell me as much as you want." Filch smiled and said, "I know many scenic spots in Hogwarts, and I promise to open your eyes."

Zhou Qi has already opened his eyes.

Walking in the mobile stairwell, the portraits all around cast curious eyes, and there are dead souls who have heard the wind.

They were very interested in the first Muggle professor in Hogwarts history.

Zhou Qi was also interested in them. Whether it was the moving portraits or the ghosts who had lived for an unknown number of years, they all aroused his interest in research. It was a long time coming. The alchemist concealed his excitement and fought with the portraits and the ghosts. relation.

Coming to the single dormitory and office, Zhou Qi sent the enthusiastic Filch away.

This office has been carefully set up with protection magic. There is no password, and no one can come in. Zhou Qi opened the seamless stretch backpack and took out the experimental equipment and books one after another.

There is a very important reason for the exclusion of magic and technology.

The magic area emits a special electromagnetic wave that affects electricity, which causes Hogwarts to not have many modern civilizations, and even the lighting is primitive and ancient torches and candles.

Otherwise, wouldn't the electric light be fragrant?

The only modern ones, probably the toilets and lavatories, were transformed by magic.

Now in the magic area, Zhou Qi couldn't control his desire for research. He took out the materials placed in the seamless stretch backpack and built a small circulating generator.

The generator naturally failed.

The reason for the failure is also the electromagnetic waves in the magic area. It is like two systems that are completely repelled from the power system, and the current produced by the generator is completely consumed.

Zhou Qi returned to the desk, spread out his research notebook, and wrote the discovery on it.

There is also magic that can release electric current in the magic spell. If you use the magic electric current to drive the generator, will it be possible to popularize modern technology in the magic world?

It's like the flying car in the Weasley family.

Zhou Qi was still not sure whether the flying car was a combination of magic and technology, or a product of Transfiguration. He closed the notebook and looked through the window at the endless mountains.

The time comes to September 1st.

During the two days at Hogwarts, Zhou Qi temporarily put aside his research and got familiar with the professors.

Among them, the one with the best relationship is Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore is an old yin ratio in Zhou Qi's eyes. Who knows if he has some ghost ideas in his heart, Zhou Qi is not willing to be him for the trial of Harry Potter. Special tool man.

Professor Snape still didn't like Muggles, and he didn't even communicate with Zhou Qi.

As for Professor Quirrell, who was most interested in Zhou Qi, the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts who was possessed by Voldemort, couldn't be more enthusiastic. If it wasn't for Zhou Qizao, who had seen the black demon parasitizing his body through a high-dimensional perspective Head, I'm afraid I think I'm on the wrong line of the world.

King's Cross Station.

With the help of the Weasley twins, Harry Potter successfully found platform nine and three-quarters. The savior was amazed by the magic of magic and looked forward to the new life to come.