I’m Really An Alchemist

"Since you all think I'm a Death Eater, wouldn't I be wasting your good intentions if I don't resurrect Voldemort?"

The professors were speechless in fear.

One Voldemort has brought oppression and terror to the British wizarding world, six Voldemorts.... Merlin is on top, is this the end of the world?

If Lucius and the other Death Eaters were here, they would be terrified.

Harry Potter looked at the six Voldemorts, and the scar on his forehead became more and more hot, as if his brain was about to boil. Under the resonance of the six Voldemorts, the fragments of Voldemort in his body also reacted a little.

"You are all resurrected, and it's time for me to leave too."

Dubois had already put the vanishing cabinet and other props into the seamless extension box. As for these magical animals, he had also studied them upside down, so there was no need to take them away.

In fact, the six Voldemorts could have been resurrected long ago.

It was only for the sake of drama that he deliberately slowed down and waited for the arrival of Dumbledore and others.

Voldemort suffered humiliation, and after regaining their freedom, they all cast malicious glances at the dark wizard until Medusa sneered and released coercion. .

Unless they die again, or find a way to replace their bodies.

Otherwise Medusa is their dead end.

Medusa has the power to control life and death over the six resurrected Voldemorts.

Voldemort recognizes the reality, at least at this moment, until the curse of the body is not eradicated, they will never be able to take action on the dark wizard... Holding such a suffocation, six Voldemorts turned into six black smoke and moved towards the exit of the secret room Roll away.

"Stop them!"

Dumbledore tapped his wand, and a huge wall was raised on all sides, trying to stop the black smoke.

The other professors also used their own methods. The colorful spell waves were shot out, but they were easily dodged by the black smoke. Harry Ron protected the girl and quickly hid in the blind spot of the attack.

"Snape..."

"Snape, have you betrayed your master again?"

"Don't forget who saved you."

A different voice appeared in Snape's ear, and the hook-nosed man's arms trembled, and he once again recalled the horror of Earth Demon.

And this time.

It is six times!

One Voldemort was already the great enemy of the magic world, and could be tied with Dumbledore. Six Voldemorts, or six Voldemorts with purer blood and stronger strength, they easily broke the defensive formations of other professors.

Only Dumbledore, who uses arcane magic, can barely compete with a Voldemort or two.

But in the Chamber of Secrets, it's not just Voldemort.

There is also a Transfiguration master.

Dubois snapped his fingers, the ground rolled, and suddenly the road was opened. He stroked the dome with his hand, and a crack opened, which was a huge pipe leading to the castle.

"Just come and stop them!" Dubois laughed wildly.

He patted Medusa, and the green-clothed beauty turned into a dark green snake, carrying him into the pipe.

Six strands of black smoke also disappeared from the mouth of the pipe amid laughter of various meanings.

PS: Thanks to 3d6, Exhausted Rolling Stone, Saint Roland, EX, Dragon's Blade

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Chapter 405 Chapter 47

Dumbledore and the others just stepped out of the secret room.

I saw the chaos in the castle, and I heard all kinds of screams and exclamations in my ears.

Auditorium!

The professors' expressions changed, they quickly put down Harry and the others, and ran towards the auditorium anxiously.

The ghost screamed in horror, the portrait trembled, and there were signs of destruction everywhere in the castle. The walls and the ground seemed to be chopped by a giant axe, and deep and long marks appeared.

And these imprints are gathered in the auditorium.

When the professors rushed to the auditorium, the closed door was blasted with a huge gap, and the screams of the students and the light of the casting spells were heard from inside.

"Hahahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Weird laughter mixed together to set off the fear of the students screaming. Dumbledore kept walking, and his gloomy face rushed into the auditorium. He saw six gloomy winds rising and rolling, and the Christmas bells decorated on the ceiling shook eerily. sound.

The surrounding Christmas tree shattered, causing the students to scream again.

The professors bravely protected the students behind their backs, and the magic spell rays in their hands, red, red, blue and green, shot toward the yin wind, but were easily swayed away.

Even the liar professor Gilderoy Lockhart has changed his timidity. His legs were trembling and his expression was terrified, but he still opened his arms to protect the students behind him. .

critical moment.

A figure stopped in front of him, facing the rushing Yin wind.

"Armor and body protection!"

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand and chanted the incantation, magic power poured out, and an invisible barrier poured out from his hands, forming a translucent protection.

Poof!

The yin wind impacted on the protective barrier, slammed into all directions, and then condensed and formed.

Zhou Qi's face turned pale, and he was pushed back a few steps by the impact.

"Professor Ivan, are you a wizard?" Gilderoy Lockhart cried out in disbelief, and the other students who were protected suddenly widened their eyes, completely unaware that this Muggle professor turned out to be a wizard.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, who had just stepped into the auditorium, also saw the process of Zhou Qi releasing magic.

They froze for a moment.

"Save the students first, and then explain to you!" Dumbledore solemnly ordered, holding the elder wand tightly in his hand, and suddenly blue electric light shot out from the top of the wand, dispelling the dark wind in an instant.

Other professors ignored Zhou Qi and joined the battle to protect the feared students.

Zhou Qi looked at Dumbledore across the chaotic battlefield. The white wizard looked helpless, but nodded lightly. The musician no longer concealed his knowledge of magic, and various arcane fluctuations were ejected from his fingers.

Magic Missile, Ray of Frost, Burning Hand, Tremor Shock.

The never-before-seen magic not only surprised the students and the professors, but also cooperated with Dumbledore to suppress Voldemort's attack. , also drew his wand and joined the fight.

under their guidance.

The students also mustered their courage and attacked Voldemort.

Boom!

The shadowy wind formed the image of five men and one woman. Their eyes were gloomy, and then their bodies trembled slightly. The windows, glass and mirrors around them were instantly shattered in an invisible force field, shooting everywhere.

The professors can only switch from suppressing Voldemort to protecting students.

Six shades of yin wind swarmed out from the broken window. They formed a ball and shot straight into the sky, tearing the protective barrier with ease. They rushed into the sky with wild laughter and began to fight among the birds and beasts.

The birds and beasts screamed in despair.

The birds and beasts that covered the sky fled wildly, a large number of mutilated corpses fell to the ground like a torrential rain, and viscous blood spilled on the heads of the magical animals.

The centaur Bane raised his head blankly, his face was covered with the blood and internal organs of birds and beasts.

The birds and beasts in the sky fled, and the moon finally appeared in the dark blue night, but six strands of black smoke symbolizing death hovered in the sky. After tearing the birds and beasts to pieces, they swooped into the ground.

"Attack! Attack!"

The centaur Bane violently snatched the bow and arrow of the compatriot next to him, put on the bowstring, and shot at the black smoke swooping down from the sky.

Bows and arrows passed through the black smoke.

Black smoke passed through his body, accompanied by a low laugh, taking away his vitality.

Centaur Bane's eyes widened and darkened, the weapon slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Fantastic Beasts finally recalled their fear of being a creature at the bottom of the food chain. They frantically fled to the Forbidden Forest, leaving one after another of icy corpses. After the death of Bane, the centaurs were also overwhelmed by the instinct of fear, and they fell into the desert. And fled, no longer can see the look of the past brave.

The professors watched the rout and escape of the magical beasts, but they were not lucky.

They looked at the black smoke swirling in the sky and dispersed, and a chill rose up in their bones.

"Spotted! Spotted!"

Ron wailed, and he saw his pet rat running out of the chaos, chasing the black smoke without stopping.

Harry clutched his friend tightly to keep him from being stupid. He listened to Ron's sad cries, looked at the ruined Hogwarts castle, looked at the professors forcing their calm posture, looked at the dead and wounded. Fantastic animals.

He touched the scar on his forehead.

"Voldemort is resurrected..." Harry whispered, "The wizarding world is about to change again."

.....

The black smoke that Voldemort turned into left Hogwarts and then dispersed.

A gray mouse followed closely, and then swelled into a short bald man, who was Peter Pettigrew, a friend who had betrayed Sirius and Harry's father.

Since Voldemort died, he has been hiding in the Weasley family in the form of Animagus.

Now that he felt the breath of his master's resurrection, Peter Pettigrew immediately shook off Ron and followed him all the way, but when he chased after Hogwarts, he became more and more puzzled.

Each of the six smoke clouds in the sky has the breath of its master.

Which one should he go with?

Peter Pettigrew followed him for a long time, and he could see that each of the six people was Voldemort, but he only had one, so he couldn't have a six-pointed Pettigrew, right?

After staying on the ground for a long time, Peter Pettigrew decided to choose the most familiar smoke cloud in his breath, turned into a mouse again, and hurriedly chased after him.

And the cloud of smoke he followed was a little weird, swaying, condensing or dispersing. When the other five were flocking to London, it threw off the big team and flew into the distance alone.

The other five Voldemorts arrived in London the next morning.

Five gloomy winds obscured the morning sun, whipped up a gust of wind, made the heavens and the earth cloudy as the end of the day, and the tide of the Thames rolled, causing turbulent tides.

Urbanites can only hide in their houses and feel this depressing and abnormal climate. Through the windows, humans can see the clouds in the sky, forming a monstrous face.

Before the Ministry of Magic could react.

Five Voldemorts arrived at their destination one after another - Diagon Alley!

At this time, in Diagon Alley, merchants and wizards are hanging up Christmas decorations, with a festive look. Wizards are walking on the street together, but they stop, puzzled, clouds floating in the sky, and five winds suddenly hit on the ground,

The sudden shock wave spread in all directions, ravaging the store like an eighth-level gust of wind.

"Who are you?!"

The shop wizard in Diagon Alley was so angry that he pulled out his wand and was about to come out to ask for compensation, but he was stunned, and then a look of fear appeared.

"Black... the Dark Lord!"

A scream came from the throat of an aging witch.

The five men in black robes sneered at the corners of their mouths. They didn't even look at the fearful wizard, and distanced themselves from the others with a hostile attitude.

The screams of Diagon Alley suddenly sounded.

The wizards were either howling or terrified, and fled everywhere.

The wizard in the shop also quickly closed the door and hid under the table tremblingly.

Once again, the Dark Lord's fear descended.

The five Dark Lords just passed through these closed shops and came to Ollivander's wand shop. The owner, Ollivander, bowed his body in a humble way, and his voice was terrified: "Lord Dark Lord...I don't know what I have, Can serve you..."

The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort had bloodshot eyes floating in the whites of his eyes. He looked at the other self indifferently, and said with a low smile, "It seems that our goals are the same."

"Mr. Ollivander." Seventeen-year-old Voldemort was polite, "I hope you can make another wand for me."

Ollivander trembled all over, took out all the inventory in the shop, and brought out the most suitable wand for each Voldemort.