I’m Really An Alchemist

Meat slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Hold me up."

"Yes." Quirrell resisted the discomfort in his heart, leaned over, picked up Voldemort, and placed it on the unconscious buck.

Voldemort bit the buck's artery and started his meal.

Every day, he needs to drink the blood of life to maintain his physical life.

The buck died in excruciating agony.

Its body slowly becomes dry.

Voldemort raised his head in satisfaction, Quirrell hurried forward and hugged him down, and cleaned the blood stains on the meat.

"It won't be long like this."

Voldemort seemed to sense Quirrell's low mood, and he laughed hoarsely.

"Give me another half a year, and I can remove the curse from the Philosopher's Stone and be fully resurrected, Quirrell, I will remember your contribution."

He glanced at Quirrell's mutilated right hand and said slowly, "After I am resurrected, I will help you recover from the injury in your palm, and I will also grant you unparalleled strength and power."

Quirrell's right hand, which was used for spellcasting, was severed by Snape with his magic blade. After escaping to the Albanian forest, no matter how hard he tried, his palm could not be recovered.

Voldemort judged that it was a self-created magic that severed his fingers, and could only be restored by casting the corresponding counter-curse.

Quirrell was full of hatred for Snape.

"Thank you, Master." Quirrell showed his gratitude appropriately.

Nagini on the ground suddenly made a hissing sound, quickly crawled to Quirrell's feet, raised his body, and looked into the depths of the forest.

Clap.

The piles of fallen leaves were trampled to pieces.

"Who?!"

Quirrell seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, he hugged Voldemort the flesh with one hand, and drew his wand with the other, aiming at the looming figure in the depths of the forest.

The red-haired youth walked out with his hands in his pockets as if he were walking.

without any hesitation.

Quirrell waved his wand down sharply: "Avada Suffer!"

Among the Unforgivable Curses, the most terrifying lethal curse, turned into crimson light, striking in front of the red-haired youth in the blink of an eye.

Dubois stretched out his hand indifferently, and actually blocked the spell beam with one hand. Quirrell's eyes widened in disbelief, and even the fleshy Voldemort widened his eyes in shock.

The reason why the Killing Curse is called the most terrifying magic.

The most important reason is its lethality, no magic can defend against the Killing Curse.

But the young man in front of him actually blocked the magic beam of the Killing Curse with one hand?

"impossible!"

Voldemort almost screamed, he didn't believe anyone could resist the Killing Curse.

Quirrell gritted his teeth and increased the magic power output. The crimson magic ray cut through the space like lightning and hit the palm of the red-haired youth. The manic magic field burst the air, and the shock wave was like an eighth-level gale, spreading out in the center of the circle. Makes the trees sway and the beasts run away.

"Can you be a little creative?"

Dubois had white fluorescent light floating on his palms, facing the impact of the curse magic, he stood like a nail, and a mocking smile escaped from the corners of his mouth.

Hiss!

The pitch-black big snake opened its **** mouth and slaughtered it fiercely.

With his free right hand, the dark wizard easily grabbed Nagini's seven inches, letting the giant python twitch and struggle, but it was as if he was being pinched by a giant beast.

"Horcuri?" Dubois sensed the soul fragments in Nagini's body, and laughed in surprise.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

With a swing of his hand, he transferred Quirrell's curse rays to the ground, and the crimson curse waves blasted the ground, sending broken leaves flying.

Quirrell was so terrified he could barely hold his wand.

Seeing the red-haired youth approaching, he frantically waved his wand.

"All petrified, smashed to pieces, imprisoned quickly, torn apart!"

None of the multi-colored wand rays hit the dark wizard, but instead blew the forest into chaos.

"Ugh..." Quirrell looked at the young man in front of him and pulled out an ugly smile. He wanted to retreat and escape, but an earthen wall suddenly rose behind him.

Dubois looked down at the piece of meat in his arms.

"So it is, using the vitality of the Sage's Stone and the Horcrux-making ceremony to create such a body." The dark wizard said with emotion: "As expected of the Dark Lord, it opened my eyes."

"Sage's Stone."

Voldemort had calmed down, his pupils shrank slightly, and then stared into the dark wizard's eyes.

"That cursed magic stone is yours?!"

"That's right." Dubois took a few steps back and bowed slightly, "I don't know if the Dark Lord is satisfied with my greeting?"

Voldemort's eyes flashed with anger.

He hates this kind of arrogance in his bones, and even condescendingly treats him like a toy.

No one can play with him Voldemort!

"Oh... Of course I'm satisfied." Voldemort lowered his eyes, his tone extremely mocking: "It seems that I didn't use the Philosopher's Stone, oh no, the resurrection of the Sage's Stone is the right choice."

He laughed sharply.

"Are you disappointed that you didn't see me using the Sage's Stone to resurrect?"

Dubois shrugged and said, "A little bit, but not too disappointed... If the Dark Lord could be controlled by me so easily, it wouldn't be fun."

He ignored Voldemort's increasingly gloomy expression and stunned Nagia.

"I will take this snake away, thank you Lord Dark Lord for your generosity!"

With Quirrell's happy expression on his face, the dark wizard turned his head and was about to leave.

"You just left?" Voldemort's voice was cold: "Just to see my jokes, take my pets by the way, don't you want to kill me?"

"Master..." Quirrell was extremely anxious, but he wisely shut his mouth under Voldemort's cold eyes.

"With my current situation, you can easily kill us."

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to step forward, his trembling arms propped up, level with the Dark Wizard's line of sight.

"Why did I kill you?" The dark wizard tilted his head strangely.

Voldemort was stunned.

He is the Dark Lord who brought fear to the wizarding world. No one would want to see his resurrection. It was the wisest choice to kill him when he was weak. Think in a different position, even Voldemort himself would do the same.

Seeing Voldemort's thoughts.

Dubois said with a low smile: "The times have changed, Lord Dark Lord.... What you should do now is to revive as soon as possible so that you can keep up with the future. This is my advice."

After speaking, he smiled heartily.

The crackling sound of Phantom Migration sounded.

The young man holding Nagini disappeared into the forest.

Voldemort's expression turned completely gloomy. Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully, "Master, do we want to destroy the Demon Sage's Stone? He should have followed the Sage's Stone to find us."

Voldemort also wanted to throw away the **** stone and find another hiding place.

But he unconsciously recalled the last words of the strange wizard.

The opponent has the ability to resist the Killing Curse, has no fear of him, and can even create a cursed life stone and take Nagini away. What is the purpose.

Voldemort sensed something was going on.

Resurrection as soon as possible.... keep up with the times....

What will happen in the future?

"No, we'll continue to stay here!" Voldemort lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "He didn't kill us when I was weak, so he won't do anything to us in the future,"

He gave a cruel smile.

"Since he wants me to be resurrected sooner, why don't I? I've studied enough about the Sage's Stone. Just give me half a year, and in the last half year, I can clear the curse and be fully resurrected."

.....

Time went back to nine hours ago.

At the same time the Dark Wizard left Hogwarts, the house-elf Dobby appeared in the castle.

The order that Lucius gave it was to recover the diary.

Dobby has long known that the function of the diary is to liberate the monster in the secret room and repeat the tragedy of fifty years ago.... It has thousands of reluctance in its heart, but the house elf is absolutely obedient to the master's orders.

It cannot disobey the master's orders.

"What should Dobby do?"

"Dobby wants to protect Harry and can't let Harry Potter get hurt!"

During Voldemort's terrifying reign in the wizarding world, house-elves were regarded as the most despicable species, and all kinds of cruel magic experiments were based on them.

They weren't treated better until Harry Potter defeated Voldemort.

Dobby admires Harry Potter so much that he believes that Harry Potter saved the house-elves.

"More than!"

Harry was having dinner with his friends, talking and laughing on the way back to the dormitory, but saw that strange house elf hiding in the corner and waving to him.

Harry made an excuse to leave the team.

"Why are you here?"

Dobby said sadly, "Harry Potter shouldn't have come to school, he should have gone home if he didn't catch the train!"

Harry suddenly realized and became angry: "You blocked the platform nine and three-quarters, so we were punished by the professors!"

Dobby was extremely guilty, he banged his head against the wall and apologized to Harry.

Seeing it like this, Harry's heart softened and he could only forgive it.

"Then what are you doing here now?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Are you trying to tease me again?"

Dobby waved his hands again and again.

It couldn't explain its mission, couldn't betray its master, and could only say cautiously: "There are terrifying monsters and dangers in this school, Harry Potter, get out of here!"

monster?

Harry immediately thought of the non-existent students at Hogwarts.

Then he looked at Dobby and came up with a new idea. Since he can't find this student, he can ask Dobby to find it!

House-elves have magical abilities higher than wizards.

Hearing Harry's request, Dobby jumped up excitedly. He forgot his master's order and patted his chest.

"Don't worry Harry Potter, Dobby will help Harry Potter catch this man!"

PS: Thanks for the spicy strips of diving cats who don’t watch anime

py: "Lori Idols Do What They Want"

It's too difficult for me. I obviously just want to cool off quickly and go home and become a salted fish with nothing but money.

But...but why?

Can you win the best actress even if you are acting like a fish? Picking up an unpopular subject and the result exploded? Picking up the villain wants to destroy other people's good impression of me and won the best actor? Go to someone else's place to listen to a concert and turn into a singer after shouting twice? Because you hit the piano twice when you came on stage and left a missionary divine comedy?

What is this all about!

Is it so hard to get cold?

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