I’m Really An Alchemist

"Should I help Quirrell?"

Zhou Qi had a bad taste. After all, Quirrell had a very good "relationship" with him, and he was a good person who taught him everything.

Quirrell, the good guy, was going crazy.

"Why, why hasn't he been bewitched by black magic yet!" The Dark Lord, who was possessed by Quirrell, said with deep confusion: "Is there really a pure Muggle in this world?"

"impossible!"

Quirrell said weakly, "Master, let's forget it!"

"never mind?"

Voldemort's sinister gaze was refracted through the bronze mirror.

"This despicable Muggle has already obtained the black magic that I sent over. This matter must not be forgotten. I understand. It is a profound book of black magic that Muggles cannot understand."

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to take out a pen and paper.

Indifferently, he simplified the structure of the black magic knowledge in his mind to ensure that all Muggles could understand it, and wrote it into a book, so that Quirrell would find another opportunity and send it to the musicians.

"Professor Quirrell."

The musician's eyes were wet, grabbing Quirrell's arm and shaking it vigorously.

"You are really my best friend!"

Quirrell felt extremely uncomfortable, he could only put on a smile and watched the musician leave with coldness in his eyes.

With this black magic book that Muggles can understand.

Plus the black magic curse on the books.

This Muggle, within a few days, will commit an unforgivable crime and be expelled from Hogwarts.

but me,

At that time, I will take your life!

PS: Thanks for the blade of the successor of orthopedics, thanks for the blade and spicy strips of the red eyes, thanks for the spicy strips with the strongest eyes of the evil king, thanks for the spicy strips of Saint Luo Lan, thanks for the blades with color-changing bows, thanks for the existence of floating clouds The spicy strips, thanks to the blade of the dream-like fantasy chaser

There is one more chapter tonight

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Section 371 Chapter Thirteen Halloween (Subscribe)

Qi Luo's malice, Zhou Qi should not see it.

But this black magic book, whether it is the organized and simplified black magic in it, or the curse spell attached to the book, is an eye-opener for the alchemist.

"Voldemort is such a treasure boy!"

Zhou Qi was very emotional.

In the month he stayed at Hogwarts, whether it was the less dangerous parts of the forbidden area or the professional books borrowed from other professors, the black magic booklet of Voldemort could be compared with Snape's booklet. The second period of potions textbooks.

For Muggles to understand.

Voldemort removed the obscure metaphor, leaving only the essence of black magic itself.

"This is the standard template for a textbook."

If it wasn't for the fear of causing the White Wizard's suspicion, Zhou Qidu wanted to throw this book on Dumbledore's face and let him compare Voldemort's magic experience with traditional magic textbooks.

Still following the old rules.

Alchemy reconstructs the book, essentially erasing the curse.

Zhou Qi's accumulation of magic is no worse than that of the professors. The only thing he lacks is that he has no magic power to verify his knowledge.

A wizard in the HP world is more appropriately described as a bloodline warlock.

Only with the blood of a wizard can you possess magic power and learn magic.

Magic power grows with age.

Some talented wizards are born with magical power and magical attainments that far surpass others. The magical level of Harry Potter, the son of destiny, is actually not high. Even at the end of the original book, it is only Auror level.

Voldemort, Dumbledore, Grindelwald.

They are the geniuses who are gifted and talented, at the top of the wizarding pyramid.

The only course Zhou Qi can practice now is the potions course.

The potion class only needs to mix the ingredients accurately according to the recipe, and a small number of potions only need to complete the stirring action without casting magic.

As for the other courses, magic spells need magic power, flying lessons need magic power, and Defense Against the Dark Arts needs magic power even more.

There are only knowledge-based courses such as herbal medicine courses, protective magical biology, and ancient runeology, which even Muggles can learn, but Zhou Qizao mastered these knowledge through self-study.

These professors are not as professional as him.

"Full of research topics, but lack of tools."

Zhou Qi sighed helplessly.

If he can possess magic power, his research topic can be launched. Whether it is a magic painting that can move and think, or an alternative test of transfiguration, he has been looking forward to it for a long time.

It's just magic.

It is true that Zhou Qi can obtain magical talent no less than that of the white wizard by analyzing the blood of the wizard and replacing the blood for himself.

But the Bloodline Warlock was never the path he pursued.

Not to mention the low ceiling.

Anyway, he also started with knowledge, how can he open his blood, this is not a blogger.

October is coming to an end.

Hogwarts Castle was decorated with lights, and students everywhere used floating spells to decorate the castle with Halloween pumpkins. Even the people in the portraits changed their outfits to suit the occasion.

"Professor Ivan!"

Zhou Qi borrowed new books from the library and walked on the moving stairs with his arms in his arms, when he heard someone calling.

He followed the voice to see that it was the portrait knight on the wall.

The portrait knight said, "Professor Ivan, Dumbledore is waiting for you in the headmaster's room!"

Dumbledore looking for me?

Zhou Qi is a little strange. He has been keeping his own feet recently. He has turned his back on the shore, and his relationship with the professors has eased too much. Shouldn't he be reported by his real name again?

I wonder if I don't understand.

Zhou Qi could only hold the thick leather book with the big chest and came to the principal's office at the top of the castle. The stone beast at the door was dozing off. He glanced at the musician, and turned his body away without letting him say an order.

The principal's office on the eighth floor is the place with the best view of Hogwarts. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the blue sky, the endless mountains, and the dark and vast black lake.

The office is also decorated with jack-o-lanterns.

The portraits of the principals of the past generations on the wall, except for a few serious principals, all dressed up in costumes suitable for Halloween.

Zhou Qi didn't see Dumbledore, his eyes were attracted by the sorting hat on the cabinet.

"Hey, Ivan!"

An elegant female headmaster pinched up her skirt happily and said, "What's Halloween like in the Muggle world, can you tell me?"

Other principals are interested.

"Halloween in the Muggle world is fake, and your Halloween is real."

Zhou Qi summed up the difference between the two, that Halloween at Hogwarts really involves ghosts, wizards, witches and magical creatures.

The headmistress rolled her eyes speechlessly and pointed to the inner floor of the office.

When Zhou Qi walked in, the white wizard painted his face with makeup and was taking care of an aging phoenix.

"Fox is too old to walk."

The white wizard stroked the phoenix's feather with some sadness.

Zhou Qi watched the old man perform and debunked his poor acting skills: "I've seen Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Phoenix can be reborn in flames. Even if you die, it won't die."

Phoenix flapped his wings and looked at his master with contempt.

Dumbledore quickly suppressed his sad expression and shrugged: "Well, although our Professor Ivan is a Muggle, he is also a master of theory, you see, when you come to my office, don't forget to bring a book with you. ....Oh, "Life and Language of Giants", you have started to learn the languages ​​of other races, and the language of giants is quite difficult."

The white wizard is a little complacent. After all, he is a language master who is proficient in giant language, goblin language, mermaid language, and ancient rune script.

"I'm researching the magical system of magical creatures." The musician rudely pulled over the stool and sat down: "Even house-elves have a level of magic higher than wizards, and I'm curious how wizards enslave this race. "

The white wizard was dumbfounded.

The history of house-elves is extremely long, so long that it is not even recorded in books, of course he does not know it.

"It seems that you haven't given up learning magic yet." Dumbledore said helplessly, "So that's why you and Professor Quirrell are so close?"

Huh.

Zhou Qi finally knew Dumbledore's purpose.

He really was in control of Quirrell's whereabouts. Poor Voldemort was eaten to death by the White Wizard.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell gave me a few books on black magic. I think, I should be able to find a way for Muggles to learn magic from them."

This is nothing to admit.

White wizard: "I suggest you return those black magic books to Professor Quirrell, and have less contact with him... You know, wizards who learn black magic generally have abnormal brains! Um... Please help me keep it a secret, if other people know that the principal is talking bad about the professor behind his back, my reputation will be lost."

Return the book to Quirrell, of course.

Anyway, knowledge is almost eaten up. If Voldemort can't come up with better knowledge, such as the Unforgivable Curse and Horcrux making method, then his use value will be lost.

Zhou Qi didn't want the mystery of magic to be discovered, and he was given the name of a Death Eater.

"Well, I also don't think Professor Quirrell is normal."

Zhou Qi was going to restore the book and return it to Quirrell. Of course, he had to find an excuse to explain why the curse of black magic on the book disappeared.

It doesn't matter if you don't explain.

Voldemort didn't even dare to ask!

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll go back first." Zhou Qi took a photo of the thick-skinned book and said, "I'm planning to turn on the lights tonight to learn Giant's language."

Wizard Bai said: "There is one more thing. I hope you can give a solo piano performance on Halloween. I will prepare the auditorium for you. You can tell me anything you need."

Zhou Qi waved his hand, indicating that he would be free, he turned his head with the book and stepped out of the principal's room.

Dumbledore sat in the chair, stroking the phoenix feathers, thinking.

"Since you see that Quirrell has something to do with Voldemort, why not arrest him, but let him act."

The portrait of the previous principal in the office, the most serious principal, Armando Dippet, asked in a low voice.

The principal, who resigned due to the secret room incident, has a convincing temperament.

"Voldemort has a Horcrux, and there are more than one." Dumbledore said lightly: "Destroying only one will have no effect at all. Instead, it will lurk like a poisonous snake. I am waiting for a suitable opportunity, an opportunity that can really solve him. "

"What about Professor Ivan?"

The female headmaster sneered: "You already knew how much Voldemort hated Muggles, and you let him wander around in front of Voldemort, Dumbledore, you really don't even want your face in order to train Harry Potter."

Dumbledore fell silent.

"I arranged for Snape to protect Professor Ivan secretly." He said calmly, "As long as Harry Potter follows his original destiny, what does it matter even if he sacrifices my life?"

The group of portraits fell silent.

Undeniable.

Dumbledore is a real white wizard and the most qualified headmaster of Hogwarts. He will only choose the most reasonable path, no matter how many people will be sacrificed on this path.

Before the stairs on the third floor, the musician returned the two books of dark magic to Quirrell.

"Professor Ivan." Quirrell stammered, "Do you have any comments on them, or do you need simpler magic books?"

Zhou Qi spread his hands and said, "No, I have memorized the contents of these two books."