I’m Really An Alchemist

Voldemort glanced at the newspaper, furious.

Only he can have the name Dark Lord, so what kind of cats and dogs can use this name?

Does being a thief make you the Dark Lord?

The first-generation Dark Lord started a magical world war, and the second-generation Dark Lord has no wizard dared to call him by his name. The British Isles are covered in terror. The name Dark Lord symbolizes power and fear.

Don't say that Voldemort didn't take Dubois seriously.

Even Dumbledore did.

The white wizard only regarded this as a bonus. After all, Gringotts was generous and arrogant. As the principal, running a thousand-year-old school requires no less honor or money.

Nor did he think the strange French wizard would be troublesome.

Grindelwald is not difficult, Tom Riddle is not difficult?

Dumbledore has never seen any strong wind or rain.

When the White Wizard left Hogwarts, Voldemort knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally come.

"Professor Ivan, the time has come." Quirrell whispered, "I'll take you to find the Philosopher's Stone tonight."

The musician hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"I see, I'll be waiting for you on the third floor tonight."

Quirrell nodded with satisfaction, seeing that the musician's expression was a little gloomy, and comfortingly said: "Professor Ivan, don't be too anxious, if you get the Philosopher's Stone, what will you do even if you are kicked out of Hogwarts, in front of Eternal Life? , these are nothing."

"What's more, you are a Muggle baron, and the laws of the Ministry of Magic can't control you."

With Professor Quirrell's bewitching, the musician finally let go of his grievances.

The two are separate.

Zhou Qi quickly restrained the emotions on his face. He found his diehard admirer, the third-year Hufflepuff student, Moore Arnold, and handed a letter to the other party.

"Moore, keep this letter. If I don't come back to you for this letter tomorrow evening, you will hand it over to Professor Sprout."

"Don't ask, don't dismantle, don't look. Just do as I say!"

Since he won the Academy's Best Contribution Award, Moore has 100% trust and admiration for Zhou Qi.

He carefully put away the letter and solemnly guaranteed that he would complete the task.

It's late at night.

The students returned to their respective rest areas. The castle was quiet. Only the administrator, Filch, held the cat and carried the lantern, patrolling the dull footsteps of the castle. The musician walked out of the dormitory softly and came to the agreed corridor on the third floor.

"Professor Ivan."

In the shadows, Professor Quirrell showed half of his body, the wand in his hand glowed faintly, and he pushed open the wooden door first.

He led the musician to the area guarded by the three-headed dog, used music to hypnotize the vicious three-headed dog, and then bypassed the arranged magic level, leading the musician to the basement where the Mirror of Erised was placed.

"Where's the magic stone?"

The musician looked around, but couldn't see the Philosopher's Stone anywhere, and his tone was a little more frightened.

Quirrell gave a sneer.

He pointed to the mirror of Erised and said, "The Philosopher's Stone is there."

The musician came to the mirror, but was suddenly addicted to the picture displayed by the mirror. He said with longing: "Oh my God, I saw that I learned magic and became an immortal musician."

Of course, nothing was actually seen.

The Mirror of Erised is a magical tool to peek into the desires of people's hearts. In this world, no one or any magic can see through the fog in the mind of an alchemist.

Zhou Qi looked in the mirror, that is, he really looked in the mirror.

"Yeah, you can't get it, too, how can a greedy Muggle get the approval of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Quirrell sighed softly.

"Professor Quirrell..." The musician sensed something was wrong, his voice panicked, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

Quirrell could no longer see gentleness and kindness on his face. He looked at Zhou Qi with a sneer, but a more sinister laughter came from him.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts slowly took off his turban, revealing a terrifying face on the back of his head.

"Despicable Muggles, we finally meet."

PS: Thanks for the blade spree at the end of the road

I want a blade

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Chapter 380 Chapter 22 Magic Stone

Dumbledore felt the coolness of the night, and tightened his wide trench coat.

It's already April, and the weather should have warmed up, but this year's spring came very late. The city of Birmingham is also due to the development of industry. Every night falls, the temperature will drop sharply.

The sky was very dark, and the starry sky could not be seen, and the neon lights spread out like ribbons.

"Professor Dumbledore."

The plainclothes Auror approached and lowered his voice: "We have obtained permission from the government to block this street, and colleagues from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are also ready."

The bar street is bustling every night, white-collar workers, couples and college students are dissatisfied by the Ministry of Magic wizards disguised as government personnel to drive away from this street.

But the bar was still brightly lit and the drums were dense.

The urbanites who released the pressure and let go of themselves shook their heads in the passionate music, but did not notice any abnormality in the street. The Aurors carefully surrounded the bar, and their wands were ready to go.

The dark wizard Dubois is in this bar.

There are too many Muggles inside, and the Ministry of Magic dare not act rashly.

"Bar..." The white wizard said with a slightly nostalgic tone: "When I was young, I used to hang out in Muggle bars. I went in and talked to him, maybe there was no need for a fight!"

After getting permission, Dumbledore turned his wand into a black jazz hat and stepped into the colorfully lit bar freely.

The urban men and women who danced their bodies wantonly didn't care that there was an elegant white-haired old man in the crowd, or that there were many girls with long legs and thin waists who liked Dumbledore's style very much. Get close.

The white wizard was a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that only a few decades later, the girls in the bar have become so bold and enthusiastic. In the past, the bar girls were quite reserved and elegant.

Dumbledore didn't spend much time finding the dark wizard wanted by the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts.

The French youth sat leisurely in the booth, holding a hot blonde beauty in one hand, and there was a champagne tower on the bar in front of him.

"What kind of song are you singing, give me a song to cheer me up!"

Dubois grabbed a stack of pounds and threw it at the punk band on stage.

The light red banknotes fluttered in the middle of the dance floor, causing bursts of excited screams.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

The white-haired gentleman took off his jazz hat and was polite.

"Hey, finally an interesting guy came."

Dubois looked up at the white wizard, and said to the blond beauty beside him: "Come, let me introduce to you, this is Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, he saved the world, The greatest white wizard."

The Muggle beauty thought she was playing some kind of role-playing game, and squeezed out a cooperative smile.

"It's boring, get out!"

Dubois pulled down his face, chased away all the Muggles around him, took a goblet from the champagne tower, and cocked his legs.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you also here for the high bounty? That's right, ten thousand Galleons... Heh, maybe I'll sell myself when I'm short of money!"

Wizard White: "Mr. Dubois, as long as you return the stolen coins to Gringotts, I will explain it to you and the Ministry of Magic."

Dubois laughed sarcastically.

"They just want to send me to Azkaban, what can I explain, I spent almost all of the Golden Galleons in Gringotts, or you explain it to me and those shorties, when I run out of money , visit the treasury again?"

The white wizard pursed his lips, his expression gloomy.

"Mr. Dubois, you are breaking the rules of the magic world and fighting against the entire magic world." He was half persuasion, half threat.

Unexpectedly, the dark wizard smiled happier.

"Rules?"

Dubois looked at the men and women on the stage who were drunk and dreaming. He drank the champagne and sighed in a long voice: "Who set this rule, why does the wizard who masters the power hide in the shadow of Muggles."

Dumbledore said solemnly: "There were two wizards who had the same idea as you. They set off disasters, but they were finally defeated by fate. I hope you don't follow in the footsteps."

Dubois restrained his smile.

He understood the consciousness in Dumbledore's words, the two Dark Lords have failed, let alone his dark wizard.

"Professor Dumbledore, maybe you're right."

Dubois quietly grabbed his wand and said in a low voice, "But if you want me to be captured, the Aurors outside can't do it."

There was chaos on the stage.

The guitarist's electric guitar suddenly made a sharp sound, suppressing the music on the dance floor. Even Dumbledore was accidentally stabbed in the head by the sharp sound.

The bar that carried the champagne tower had a strange change. It grew limbs and a body, transformed into a vicious cheetah, and rushed towards Dumbledore.

The champagne tower fell from the cheetah, and the wine was spilled.

Dumbledore could only spin to dodge, the jazz hat quickly turned back into a wand, tapped on the cheetah, and transformed it into a bar with superb metamorphosis.

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore!"

Behind the dark wizard Dubois grew a pair of huge steel wings, waving his wand with a wild laugh, and the ceiling of the bar suddenly cracked.

The Muggles in the bar were speechless in shock.

The music continued, but they fell into an eerie silence.

When the wings flapped, the violent wind knocked the Muggle over, and the glass and electrical equipment in the bar exploded with a crackling sound.

Bang! !

Dubois crashed out of the crack in the ceiling and appeared in the night sky.

As long as the wizards surrounding the bar looked up, they could see the dark wizard with silver wings on his back in the night.

"Damn!"

The Auror growled angrily.

Performing magic in front of Muggles is a crime that can be imprisoned in Azkaban, but they are in a dilemma. The Muggles in the bar are escaping in a panic, and there is no extra manpower to deal with the dark wizard.

"Burning flames!"

The chill was dispelled by the sudden fire, the white wizard stood on the roof of the bar, the elder wand was waving with his arm, the pale yellow flame burned the air, illuminating everything, turning into a phoenix of flames, chirping In the sound, he spread his wings and rushed towards the dark wizard.

"my God."

The Muggle who filed out of the bar raised his head, the beautiful flame bird reflected in his pupils.

"Brother, did you see it?" He excitedly grabbed the people around him, wanting to share his shock.

The people around him silently took out the wand and whispered, "I saw it.... I forgot it all!"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic washed the Muggle memory and guided them away from the block quickly.

And the fire phoenix, which illuminated the night, had already rushed to the dark wizard.

Bang! !

The high-temperature flames burst openly, and the scorching wind rushed in all directions.

"As expected of Dumbledore." Dubois's metal wings were scorched black, and nearly one-third of the wing fragments fell rustling. He could no longer maintain his flight state and glide toward the ground.

The dark wizard's interest is getting higher and higher.

He wanted to see how far apart he was from the top wizards in the HP world.

During the surge of magic power, the concrete street twisted like a giant python, and suddenly rushed to the sky, catching the gliding dark wizard.