I’m Really An Alchemist

As for his grievance with Snape, no one knows if it will disappear or not.

After the Dementor incident, Hogwarts strengthened its defenses, and every night there were stone guards patrolling.

But until the end of the year.

Dementors and Death Eaters never happened again.

Gryffindor students also returned to their communal lounges in late November to escape the embarrassment of being surrounded by others.

It's December, just before Christmas.

There has never been a single Death Eater incident.

Dumbledore still did not let down any vigilance, not allowing students to leave the castle alone, and forbidding them to come out after curfew - not only the students, but even the professors did not like this closed and dull atmosphere, like being blocked in an airtight wooden barrel , breathless.

in this opposition.

Dumbledore confirmed many times that there were no Death Eaters or Dementors in the school, so he gradually reduced his defense system.

But as a substitute, he blocked most of the secret passages leading to the outside world.

In fact, many of these secret passages have been handed down for thousands of years. The protective cover of Hogwarts is basically ineffective against secret passages, but Dumbledore has a way. He can't block secret passages, but he can block secret passages. door.

For example, some secret passages that require a password to open.

He just greeted the portraits and stone statues. During this period of time, even the password was not allowed to pass.

He also went to the Hog's Head Tavern in Hodemogg Village in person, and in the eyes of his brother's distrust, he instructed his sister's portrait so that he could not let anyone into the secret passage.

Except for some secret passages, there is really no way to block them.

(If you beat Liu Midao, you can't cut down this old tree that is older than Dumbledore, right?)

Dumbledore basically blocked the door to the outside world.

And just as he thought, there has been no incident of a Death Eater invasion since then.

Christmas is coming on schedule.

In order to make up for the lack of Christmas the previous year, this Christmas was extraordinarily grand. Hogwarts was decorated with ribbons, bells and countless Christmas trees, and December snow covered every part of the castle.

Dumbledore also allowed students to leave school and go home to celebrate Christmas with their loved ones.

But not many people choose to leave school.

Perhaps the students also know that the Death Eater war has spread around the British peninsula. Even if they go home, they cannot spend a happy vacation. It is better to stay in the safe Hogwarts.

Although safe to put a quote now.

But there is at least one Dumbledore here.

I didn't see Minister Fudge's hair turning gray because of the war. He even pointed out in the newspaper that Hogwarts was not cooperating, and sternly stated that if Dumbledore cooperated, the war would have ended long ago.

All can return to a peaceful life.

But why they didn't cooperate, how to end the war—he didn't mention it at all.

This slick government official knew very well that if he made a statement to let a thirteen-year-old underage wizard fight the Dark Lord, his political career would be over, and he would be hung on the pillar of shame.

I will be pointed at later.

"Look, that's the Minister of Magic who wants an underage boy to go to war!"

Just imagining it makes me shudder.

So Hogwarts didn't respond to Minister Fudge's accusation at all. It knew that the other party didn't dare to pierce the veil, and the matter was over.

Christmas Eve.

The variation version of the Hogwarts school anthem ended with Zhou Qi's performance, which drew thunderous applause, followed by the Christmas Eve banquet. On this day, the curfew was lifted, and the students could have fun.

"Professor Ivan, I heard that your magic painting is finished?"

The white wizard wearing a Santa hat came over with a glass of sherry. He smiled at the musician who was wiping the corners of his mouth after the meal, "Can you show us?"

"sure."

Zhou Qi grinned.

In the end, Dumbledore was the only one who came to visit. The other professors were either drunk, not interested, or had other things to deal with.

"It happened that I was going to ask Professor Snape for an activation potion."

Before Zhou Qi, he asked Snape to make a bucket... That's right, it's a bucket of activation potion. When this cold noodle professor stiffly handed the bucket of potion to Zhou Qi, he couldn't maintain his character. .

The slightly drunk white wizard also kept laughing. It was the first time he saw Snape's speechless expression.

until I came to the office.

Zhou Qi raised the light.

He saw the completely finished oil painting on the wall, the smile gradually disappeared, and he disappeared completely.

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Section 429 Chapter 70 In the body of a human, do the things of God (please subscribe)

London, Magic Lab.

Tom Riddle was in a greenhouse flower field. He put his wand upside down in his hand, and unscrupulously released the magic power in his body, radiating the entire flower field.

Outside the flower field, the researchers in white coats recorded the data and were focused.

On the computer screen, the green numbers kept refreshing.

In the flowerbed, out of season flowers coexisted in the same room. They swayed and absorbed the magic that permeated the air. The petals became more and more delicate, and the whole showed a faint fluorescence.

"All right, Mr. Tom."

The researcher's slightly excited voice came from the microphone.

Tom Riddle's chest rose and fell slowly, slowly restraining the magic power he radiated. His white and handsome face was full of tiredness. He glanced at the Muggle who was looking out of the isolation glass, and sighed in his heart.

When did I, a Dark Lord, fall to the point of being a magic irrigation machine?

Going to the disinfection room through a separate channel, the Dark Lord who was sterilized came to the center of the laboratory, glanced at the complicated and complicated data, and wisely turned his attention to the flower field in the glass window.

"Where is the experiment?" he asked.

A researcher replied respectfully, "Mr. Tom, the magic plant experiment is over."

"It's over." Tom Riddle murmured in a trance, and he didn't know whether it was relief or confusion. At this time, he realized that he had been following this experiment for more than four months.

Christmas is coming.

Before the flower seeds were sown, he soaked them with magic power. When planting, he released magic power by punching cards every day, so that the closed flower field was in a high-concentration magic environment.

Persistence for four consecutive months.

Tom Riddle's control of magic power has been greatly improved because of this, and this flowerbed that irrigated magic power is also in full bloom.

He sorted out his mood and began to ask about the results of the experiment.

In the past four months, it is not that he did not learn anything. In order not to be abandoned as a pawn, the young Dark Lord had to grit his teeth to learn Muggle knowledge.

He was a very smart man.

If he hadn't been drawn into Hogwarts by Dumbledore, he would have made another achievement during World War II. Excellent people will achieve results in any field.

"Ordinary flowers and plants with magical radiation have the characteristics of magical plants."

"With peony, rose, and orchid as the main ingredients, it can be used to make medicines that enhance spiritual power."

Tom Riddle flipped through the experiment log, trying his best to decipher what it meant.

"People who take psychoactive medicine will have a maximum of one to two points of spiritual improvement, but they have drug resistance, and each person can only take it three times, in descending order, and the total of three times can increase mental power by five points. Note: mental power is higher than 18 Point, the medicine is invalid."

Closing the experiment log, Tom Riddle sighed softly.

He finally understood the purpose of the experiment.

Create a closed space with a magical environment, make ordinary plants generate magical power, and combine them to enhance spiritual power.

How similar it is to the wizarding world.

It's just that the magic of the magical world does not exist in the air, but in the blood. Even magical plants are created by special rituals.

If magic does not exist in blood, but in every part of the world.

It's not just plants.

Maybe even life will be alienated into magical life, and it will start from the most fundamental magic civilization.

That is a real magic civilization, not the current one, where magic and technology are clearly separated, and the development trend of civilization is divided between light and dark.

Thinking of this, Tom Riddle felt grateful and cold.

Fortunately, there is no way to prove this, and fortunately it is impossible to do so.

"We can't experiment with Earth."

This is the regretful note of the experimenter in the experiment log.

on the high platform.

The dark wizard Dubois did not know when he appeared, and he made no sound. He stood on the edge and looked at the colorful flowers in the transparent isolation room. His pale blue eyes reflected the entire laboratory.

.....

At the same time as the light was turned up, Dumbledore's pupils suddenly dilated.

While adjusting to the light, he saw a huge portrait on the wall.

Dumbledore has lived for many years and has seen many paintings - not only magic paintings, he has also read famous paintings in the Muggle world, which can be said to have artistic cells.

But he had never seen such a painting.

Magnificent and majestic.

He clenched his soul in an instant.

Earth in the sky.

He could only think of such an adjective, in the extreme dark color, dotted with endless stars, sitting in the background symbolizing the universe, it is an azure planet.

Blue sea, green trees, brown soil, white clouds.

Zhou Qi's painting skills are not inferior to music. Imprinted in Dumbledore's eyes are the vacuum and planets that are like real photos, vast and full of the beauty of truth and falsehood.

In the face of such a painting, Dumbledore woke up from a slight intoxication, a great terror facing the truth, clenching his heart.

"what do you want to do?"

Dumbledore leaned against the wall subconsciously, and the solid support behind him gave him the courage to question.

He took his eyes off the giant painting with difficulty, and looked directly at Zhou Qi sternly.

"An experiment." Zhou Qidao, he smiled and looked at the huge portrait on the wall: "If the element of magic existed in the world from the very beginning, what would happen?"

"It will give me the answer, it will tell me - the future of arcane civilization!"

Dumbledore's eyes widened.

He didn't know where the anger and fear came from, his body trembled slightly, and his voice was low and full of anger: "You are creating a life that should not exist, you are doing the things of God! Professor Ivan!"

The light flickered.

In the mottled light and shadow, the musician turned his head sideways, his eyes were deep, and a surprised smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" he said, "it's just a painting."

Staring at those smiling eyes, Dumbledore was in a trance, as if he had seen some kind of a more distant and profound world.

It's just a painting.

Yes, it's just a painting.

Doubt arose in his heart.