I’m Really An Alchemist

The students in the lower grades were in high spirits. After staying in the school for a whole year, they finally had a vacation.

The seventh-grade students were extremely confused. Hogwarts was no longer a shelter from the wind and rain. They graduated from this school after completing the ultimate wizard exam.

Zhou Qi, like the previous year, let the students perform individual solos to draw a successful conclusion to the end of this school year.

This time, the subject of the solo is for the students to choose the music they like, and the genre is not limited.

One of the graduating seventh graders played the Symphony of Destiny.

Although the playing was intermittent, the rhythm was unstable, and there were even wrong notes and noises, there was no sound in the concert hall. This seventh-grade student poured all his confusion and hope about the future into the music.

After the performance, he won applause from the audience.

Also got the highest rating from musicians!

This year has finally come to an end.

Hodemogg Village.

The steam train stopped quietly on the track, and a large number of students carried suitcases and walked into the carriage together.

"Dobby, you really don't need to send me off!" Harry, the savior, was very embarrassed. His hands were empty, and all the salutes were taken over by the house elves.

This house elf, who had become extra lively in new clothes, helped Harry, Ron and Hermione to carry the salute and carry them into the carriage like an old mother sending her children to school.

"Dobby... woohoo, Dobby will miss Harry Potter." Its big eyes filled with water droplets, "Harry Potter gave Dobby his freedom."

"What a joke!"

A discordant voice interjected.

Draco Malfoy raised his head arrogantly and walked over. Behind him, two inseparable attendants were saluting.

Seeing Draco's appearance, Dobby timidly hid behind Harry.

"I won't forget the humiliation you gave me!" Draco stopped in front of the three of Harry, extremely angry, "Fake my appearance and steal my clothes! You have angered the Malfoy family!"

"Che, what evidence do you have to prove that we did it?" Ron Weasley pouted in disdain: "Or do you want to make trouble with the professor again?"

Draco's face darkened for a moment.

He gave Dobby a vicious look, then turned his head and entered the carriage.

"Look, he can't do anything about us at all!" Ron had always hated Malfoy. Seeing Malfoy's incompetent and furious appearance, he felt as relieved as pouring cold water in summer, his heart was flying and his heart was cold.

Hermione was frantic.

"Don't mention this again! I've had nightmares for days!"

Ron and Harry looked at each other and snickered.

Miss Hermione, who developed the compound potion, used the portal to sneak into the boys' dormitory at the request of her good friend, and steal a pair of underwear in a critical situation - they will laugh for a lifetime.

Of course not smiling in front of Hermione.

They were beaten for a while.

The trio laughed and got into the carriage.

At the other end of the steam train, Zhou Qi stopped at the end of the train under the farewell of the professors.

"Professor Ivan, you don't need to leave Hogwarts!" Pomona was worried: "Professor can apply for a summer stay, as long as you stay here, the Dark Lord can't hurt you."

Other professors also mean the same.

Zhou Qi smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, Professor Sprout, I believe that Voldemort will not shoot me easily, and I also have the ability to escape. When in danger, I will return to Huoshan as soon as possible. Gwarz's!"

The professors nodded helplessly.

Professor Ivan is no longer a pure Muggle, he is still a wizard who can defeat Professor Snape in a head-on magical battle.

The professor who came to say goodbye to Zhou Qi did not include Snape.

The double agent stood in the office, looking in the direction of Hodemog.

He pulled down the curtains, sat back at the desk, and threw himself into the difficult study again—before leaving, Zhou Qi delivered all the remaining biomedical books to him, and said that he would go to the Muggle world to purchase another batch.

I hope he can achieve something during the two-month summer vacation, combine magic, and create a brand new magic.

It also indicated that if Snape had any doubts, he could come to London to ask him to solve it during the summer vacation.

Professor Snape, who is very self-respecting, can't bear this kind of humiliation. He gritted his teeth and immersed himself in his studies, thinking that even if he didn't ask others, he could teach himself.

The steam train went away with the sound of the whistle.

Saying goodbye to the professor and returning to Hogwarts.

Harry Potter was leaning against the window, listening to the slapstick of his friends and looking at the scenery passing by the window. He woke up like a dream, and his second year in the wizarding world ended like this.

A lot has happened this year.

It's like being in a dream, too unreal.

.....

Zhou Qi returned to London and worked as a salted fish for two days.

She didn't study arcane arts, she didn't need to prepare lessons, and she refused to socialize.

He collapsed on the sofa, sorting out his income for the year.

Because of the battle of the Death Eaters, the arcane art appeared in the magical world. The wizards were deliberately blocking it, but they were trapped in the quagmire of the war. Coupled with their own operations, some wizards recognized the arcane art.

But they only recognized the arcane, recognized me as a person.

It doesn't mean that Muggles can learn arcane arts.

Wizards only hypnotize themselves, attribute arcane magic to a type of magic, and only admit that I am a member of wizards, but if I want to promote arcane magic, I will inevitably encounter resistance.

Voldemort will also come to stop this.

Zhou Qi looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling, his thoughts turned, and several plans to kill Voldemort floated up.

Voldemort has completed the task of the tool, and the continuation of the Death Eater war will also hinder the alchemist's next arcane promotion plan. At present, he is facing a big problem.

How to promote arcane magic?

Directly announcing the existence of arcane magic will inevitably reveal the magical world in the eyes of human beings - this is the enemy of the entire magical world.

Although Zhou Qi is not afraid of this, but his heart is against him. If he wants to promote arcane magic, resistance will come flooding in, killing another group after another. They are not bothered, but he is bothered.

In the face of arcane magic, technological civilization may not necessarily fully devote itself to it.

To promote arcane magic, humans and wizards must accept arcane magic under crisis.

The road to the villain is getting farther and farther.... Zhou Qi laughed dumbly, sat up, and leaned on the sofa.

"Take apart the problem and realize it step by step - Voldemort is bound to die, but his death is worthwhile. If Voldemort dies now, and the Death Eaters are leaderless, the Ministry of Magic will counterattack."

"It will become what it was before. The conservative and closed Ministry of Magic will re-stabilize the order of the magical world."

Zhou Qi shook his head.

"Before Voldemort dies, the Ministry of Magic must have no prestige so I can control it."

Zhou Qi stretched and got up from the sofa.

Sigh with emotion.

"Thinking about it this way, I still have a lot to do. It's really hard work."

He walked into the Arcane Lab.

In the next few days, London was calm on the surface, but the tide was in the dark.

Death Eaters from both sides infiltrated the city.

At night, the lights are bright.

Death Eater Antonin Dolokhov stood on the edge of the rooftop of a high-rise building. His long, twisted, pale face overlooked the bustling city night scene. Behind him were ghosts and several dementors.

"It's so peaceful here."

The Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban, with a hoarse and long voice, spread his arms and spoke cruel words in a calm voice.

"I really want to ruin this peace."

Famous cities in continental Europe, more or less because of the Death Eater war, are no longer prosperous as they used to be.

Only London, the city at the heart of Britain, is safe.

The fog-like Dementor flew from a distance and landed in front of Antonin.

"Has the Muggle musician left Hogwarts?" Antonin's smile gradually became cruel: "Is there something wrong with his brain, how dare he leave Hogwarts and come back here?"

Dementors danced in the night sky.

"He is not your food for the time being." An Dongning restrained his expression: "The master needs the [Holy Water] he made, don't worry, you will have delicious desserts—"

"Dizzy!"

The Death Eater suddenly pulled out his wand, turned and shot a ray.

Thump.

The wizard who approached using the illusion spell fell to the ground,

It was a male wizard in an Auror uniform.

"This is your food." Antoning laughed and put away his wand, and the floating Dementor pressed down on the unconscious male wizard like a ghost.

The western suburbs of the city.

"Please, let me go!"

A screaming bat was grabbed by Medusa and squeezed into a disgusting mass of meat sauce.

the other side.

Death Eaters from the French Ministry of Magic, kneeling in front of Tom Riddle.

"Lord Voldemort, I am willing to submit to you." The wizard of the pure blood family shivered.

Tom Riddle sighed lowly.

He took out his wand and said in a low voice, "I've got calluses on my ears when I hear this!"

Thump.

The Death Eater's stiff corpse fell to the ground.

"How many people are still looking for death like this?" Tom Riddle wiped his wand, his eyes darkened: "I have planted so many people here, why would I let so many people go one after the other to die?"

"I'm Tom Riddle, the second Dark Lord, and I'm not an Auror from the Ministry of Magic." He put away his wand in dissatisfaction.

"Because they are cannon fodder, the master said so."

Medusa wiped the dirt off her hands and turned to look to the other side.

"Someone is approaching the master's house again....and a dementor."

Tom Riddle sighed deeply.

He glanced at the fallen corpse and said, "Forget it, let the Ministry of Magic clean it up!"

The two turned into phantoms and disappeared in this deserted and **** suburb.

.....

London seems to be a bottomless pit, no matter how many men Voldemort sends, all of them will go nowhere.

Interestingly, they both thought it was the other party's ghost.

Otherwise, I can't explain why none of the people I sent out came back, either disappeared mysteriously, or died tragically on the street.

The two Voldemorts no longer continued to send men to London. They knew that if they did not solve each other completely, no matter what they did, they would be hindered.

Instead of sending people to assassinate and kidnap.

It is better to use the extra manpower to deal with the other self.

Even the British Ministry of Magic believes that these vampires and Death Eaters who died inexplicably in London were killing each other and dying by fire.

After a quiet and peaceful week, Zhou Qi was summoned by the Queen to Buckingham Palace.

A personal recital was prepared for the queen, and then during lunch, the queen dispersed the waiters and hesitated during the meal.

Until the end of lunch, when Zhou Qi was about to leave Buckingham Palace.