I’m Really An Alchemist

Even his eyes were red with anger.

"Horcrux, Horcrux! Damn bastard, **** French wizard, I, FXXK, your mother!"

Even Voldemort, the self-proclaimed aristocrat, used the vulgar words he learned when he was an orphan. He finally understood the terrible situation and all his Horcruxes were resurrected.

He has no way out.

In the past, as long as the Horcrux existed, no matter how many times he died, he could be resurrected through the Horcrux.

But now, the Horcrux has even become a blade that backstabs him. If he dies, he really dies. There are six Voldemorts outside, eagerly waiting to inherit everything from him.

Damn French wizard!

Voldemort finally understood why the French wizard resurrected himself as soon as possible, so that if he kept up with the times, if he did not resurrect, his name, fame, and power would all be divided up and disintegrated.

"Let's get out of here!"

Voldemort Benedicted sharply.

Quirrell took the meat back nervously and carefully, and asked in a low voice, "Master, where are we going?"

Voldemort himself put the crimson sage's stone on his body and felt the remaining curse in it. He was extremely mad in his heart. As long as he gave it another three months, the curse could be completely eliminated.

But there is no time to wait for him now.

"Go to Gaunt's old house, I want to be resurrected!"

Voldemort was so aggrieved in his heart.

.....

Paris France.

A beautiful girl wearing a light gray weird robe, with golden hair at waist-length, and eyes as green as lake water, walked down the Champs-Elysees in fear and anxiety. Her face was so beautiful and moving that the romantic French man stepped forward with concern.

"Miss, do you need help?"

Fleur Delacour grabbed the man's arm in fear.

"He's resurrected, he's here, run away! Run away!"

The French man was flattered, and there were other passers-by around.

"Don't worry, we will definitely protect you!"

Furong's eyes widened slightly, looking at these Muggle men who came over because of her beauty, suddenly pulled out her wand from under her school robe, and cried coquettishly, "Voldemort is resurrected, run away!"

She waved her magic wand, and the invisible magic wave surged out.

The surrounding Muggles only felt a icy wind, spreading around the beautiful girl, with a touch of frost floating around, and they felt strange about what was happening around them.

Not long after the magic was cast in Fleur, the staff of the French Ministry of Magic quickly traced the traces and came to this commercial street.

"Damn, you actually used magic in front of so many Muggles?"

A young witch stepped forward angrily, snatched Fleur's wand, and shouted angrily, "Do you know how much trouble this will cause?"

The Muggle man next to him wanted to stand up for Furong, but the witch used the Oblivion Charm.

A large number of wizards lined the streets, controlling the flow of people, using the Muggle Expelling Charm to control the sphere of influence, and erasing Muggle memories with ease.

"he came!"

Furong grabbed the witch's palm and said in a trembling voice, "Help me, please help me!"

The witch looked at the half-veela strangely, vaguely aware that something was wrong, she calmly said: "You are a student of Beauxbatons, and I also graduated not long ago, but what you committed, even Beauxbatons can't help you."

She took Fleur's hand and was about to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for trial.

"late...."

Furong murmured in a low voice, her body trembling slightly.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and gray-brown clouds poured from the horizon, falling on the ground one after another, manifesting their body shape.

They are all students in Beauxbatons uniforms.

Most of them are women and few are men. Everyone has a calm and proud expression, and their arms are branded with the mark of a crimson unicorn.

Furong suddenly grabbed the witch's palm.

A wizard stepped forward in dissatisfaction.

"What do you want to do? Continue to add trouble to us? Wizengamot will propose to Madame Maxime to eliminate your student status."

This male wizard is a member of the special inquisition - Wizengamore, wearing a special uniform.

Just as he strode past.

One of the girls drew out her wand and aimed it at him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A terrifying scarlet arc like a devil bounced out of the wand and hit the male wizard. The male wizard's eyes turned grey and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

"..."

After a moment of silence.

The wizard at the Ministry of Magic screamed in horror.

"Run away!"

Furong grabbed the stunned witch, turned her head and ran out. The brilliance of the curse behind her shot together, and the howls of fear mixed together, like a nightmare unfolding.

"Why..." the witch screamed, "Why did they suddenly attack us and use the Unforgivable Curse!"

Only dark wizards use the Unforgivable Curse.

It is an absolute evil spell that cannot be defended and can only be dodged, a spell that makes wizards terrified.

Furong said solemnly, "They are Death Eaters."

"Death Eater?" Hearing this terrifying name, the witch was stunned again. She was dragged away by Furong and said dumbly, "You mean..."

Furong turned her head and pursed her lips.

"That's right, he's resurrected!"

"But isn't he in England...." The witch's whole heart became cold. Voldemort, Mysterious Man, Dark Lord, no matter which name is taken out, it is a nightmare for the wizarding world.

Furong didn't speak.

The two fled the battlefield directly.

The witch was about to inform the Ministry of Magic to get ready, but was stopped by Fleur.

"The Death Eater's target is the Ministry of Magic!" Half-veela said, "The Dark Lord ruled Beauxbatons as the base of the Death Eaters. I thought he would attack the Ministry of Magic in a few days, but I didn't expect it so soon."

"According to French tradition....I think the Ministry of Magic has surrendered by this time!"

The witch wanted to defend herself, but she lowered her head sullenly.

"What... I finally got this job, why does this happen, what are we going to do now, raise our hands and surrender?"

Furong showed her calmness.

"France can't stay anymore, the Dark Lord has drawn the French pure-blood wizard family, this country will fall into his hands, we have to find new help... Do you know where Nicole Lemay lives? "

Nicole Lemay, an honorary alumnus of Beauxbatons and a close friend of the White Wizard Dumbledore, lives in Paris all year round.

The witch said, "You've found the right person. I'm Mr. Lemay's niece, Cecilia Lefevre."

Furong was finally surprised this time.

"Are you a pure-blood family?" Lefevre is one of the nine pure-blood families in France, although this family, like the Weasley family in England, belongs to the pure-blood family that is declining and close to Muggles.

Cecilia spread her hands and said, "Don't mention it, our house is in ruins and I need to come out to work!"

She took Fleur, not relying on magic (worrying about attracting attention), and took Muggle traffic to the apartment where Nicole Lemay lived.

Cecilia respectfully rang the doorbell.

The house elf wearing an apron and pulling slippers opened the door, not surprised by Cecilia's visit at all, and his face was full of unease and fear.

"Miss Lefevre, and this lady Veela, come in!"

It hurriedly welcomed the two witches into the house and carefully closed the door.

In the living room, the old-haired, all-white, scrawny alchemist Nicole Lemay, with his back to them, stood by the window, looking at the street.

"Cecilia, Miss Delacour." Nicole Lemay looked solemn: "I already know your purpose, Quella, bring that thing over."

The house-elf put a copper pot on the table.

The two girls looked at him puzzled.

"This is the door key." Nicole Lemay said: "Leaving France, the door key to the village of Hodemorgue, the Death Eaters have mastered the Ministry of Magic, they blocked the Floo network at the first time, and left the French Transportation hubs are also under control."

"This is the door key I used to communicate with Dumbledore. Leave, and escape to Hogwarts. The Dark Lord and Death Eaters dare not attack Hogwarts."

Cecilia exclaimed in disbelief.

"Isn't there anything you can do, even uncle?"

Nicole Lemay shook his head: "I'm just an old man who is about to go into the ground."

At this moment, the house elf Quella's ear slapped lightly, her face full of panic, and she whispered, "Master, they are here!"

At the door of the apartment, there was a wave of magic power, and an Auror dressed as the Ministry of Magic appeared.

"Mr. Lemay." An indifferent female voice appeared at the door: "A source reported that there are criminals wanted by the Ministry of Magic hiding in your house. Please open the door and let us check!"

The Ministry of Magic was really in the hands of Voldemort.

Fleur and Cecilia pressed close together, drew out her wand, full of fear.

Nicole Lemay motioned them to leave quickly with his eyes, coughed a few times, and said in a low voice, "I only have a lonely old man here, and there are no wanted criminals. You are in the wrong place."

There was silence outside.

"Mr. Lemay, Mr. Tom respects you very much. As long as you are willing, Beauxbatons will always open the door for you. He can help you restore your youth and prolong your life. I hope you will not embarrass us."

Nicole LeMay sneered.

"Thanks to the love of Lord Dark Lord, I am old and frail, and I can't bear heavy responsibilities!"

boom!

There was a loud noise from the door, and a clear mark appeared on the metal iron door.

"Master! They're going to break in!" The house-elf was about to cry: "The protection magic won't last long!"

Nicole LeMay looked at the two girls.

"You all run away! I'll buy time!"

Furong said expectantly, "Aren't you going to escape with us? We can use the door key to escape together!"

Nicole Lemay showed concern for the younger generation.

He took out a copy of his alchemy experience from his sleeve, stuffed it into Furong's hands, and said in a low voice, "I won't be able to live for long, the Dark Lord is going to raise a terrifying cloud in the country where I live, and there will always be people in this country who can't escape. There's always someone to resist."

"Someone has to come as hope!"

He forcefully pushed Fleur and Cecilia towards the copper pot.

In the blink of an eye, violent fluctuations of magic power spread out, and the two girls disappeared into the room with a clatter, and the copper pot slammed on the ground.

The people outside sensed the magic power, and slammed into the door even more frantically.

boom!

The door slammed down.

An indifferent woman with silver hair strode in. She looked at the copper pot that was still spinning on the ground with anger in her eyes.

"Shattered to pieces!"

She slammed her wand and smashed the copper pot into pieces, staring at the alchemist violently.

"Mr. Lemay, you shouldn't rebel against Lord Tom!" She was very disappointed: "Lord Tom asked us to invite you over."

Nicole LeMay laughed calmly.

He drew his wand from his sleeve and met the Death Eaters.

"Let him dream!"