I’m Really An Alchemist

"Chao Wendao, you can die in the evening."

PS: Thank you Jun Yiyue for the salted fish thorn, thank Ning Ri’an for the spicy sticks that no one can do, and thank Saint Luolan for the blade

There will be another chapter in the evening, which may be updated later.

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Section 438 Chapter 79 The conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts

The Christmas holiday ended in devastation.

Some students who chose to leave the school during the holidays also returned to Hogwarts, feeling the dull and sad atmosphere.

All the oil paintings on the walls were removed, leaving them empty.

Walking on the moving stairs, there were no longer greetings from the portrait knight and portrait lady, and the entrance of the Gryffindor rest area was also changed from the traditional magic painting password to the stone statue password.

The castle seems to be a lot empty.

People's hearts also seem to be a lot empty.

The students who returned from their homes were also affected by this atmosphere, and the smiles on their faces gradually subsided, becoming sad and silent.

Gentle and moving music slowly flows through Hogwarts, like consolation and farewell.

music room.

Zhou Qi finished the last tune, his hands slowly lifted from the keys, and he heard a subtle sob.

He turned his head. There were quite a few students standing in the music room. After they listened to the farewell song in silence, tears gushed out. The sadness in their hearts fermented, spread, and grew, forming an indescribable void.

Just like the person who should have stayed by his side, went far away.

"Professor." A girl cried and asked, "Are we really going to never see them again?"

Zhou Qidao: "It depends on how you define this matter."

He turned around and faced all the tear-eyed students: "Painting is an object of emotion, it is created to commemorate memories, why must it have life?"

Principal's office.

Dumbledore put down his brush, his beard was stained with paint, and he frowned at the painting in front of him.

It was a somewhat distorted oil painting.

The oil painting is of a serious man with a smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes are firm and full of strength.

Dumbledore blew the drawing paper and mounted it into the frame. Phoenix Fox held the frame in his mouth and hung it on the wall, where it originally belonged to the former headmaster Armando Dippet.

Dumbledore looked up at the still painting, then at the blank frames on both sides.

"There is still so much to draw." Dumbledore shook his head, picked up the brush again, and concentrated on drawing.

The corners of his mouth unknowingly hung a smile.

Imagine that the former principals had no responsibilities and obligations, and lived in another world that belonged to them. What would that world be like?

When he lost his mind, paint splattered on his body again.

The white wizard didn't care, and repainted the portrait of the former headmaster. This was his last memorial.

.....

After the Christmas holidays, it is the usual study life.

According to the rules set by the new dean, Ravenclaw entered the heavy and boring study, and entered the state of study preparation for the college entrance examination, except for a small number of magic courses that Zhou Qi believed had scientific basis and were worth learning.

The only ones who fill their lives are mathematicians.

There will be a three-day small test and a five-day big test. After the test, a board report will be posted on the Hogwarts bulletin board, ranking according to the score.

Even a student who wants to fish will feel embarrassed when he sees his name marked in red and counting down forever.

But it is very strange that not many students resisted, at most a few complaints.

Maybe even Ravenclaw students feel that the complicated study fills the void in their hearts, and they are so fulfilling that they open their eyes to study and close their eyes to sleep.

Because of the scarcity of teacher resources.

Zhou Qi could only let Professor Snape be the teacher of biology and chemistry, which caused the shock of other professors. They never imagined that Snape, who had always been incompatible with Zhou Qi, was really willing to become a teacher of Muggle courses.

Dumbledore felt a chill on his back when he found out about this.

Whoever he trusts most in Hogwarts is none other than Snape!

Because of Snape's love for Lily, he became the most hidden chess piece in Dumbledore's hands... I don't know when, even this chess piece was mastered by Zhou Qi.

Dumbledore couldn't ask Snape for confirmation. At present, Zhou Qi didn't seem to think about a showdown.

And he didn't have the ability to go to a showdown.

Keeping the status quo is the most appropriate decision!

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts, who was gradually becoming unfamiliar and out of control, and was always paying attention to the musician who was exactly the same as three years ago, and even his smile had not changed. The more anxious he was, the more he had to take this Emotions are hidden.

He realized that Zhou Qi's purpose was to completely change the magical world.

It wasn't the gradual progression he expected.

But what about finding it?

What can he do?

This is a character far more dangerous than Voldemort. He has power far beyond that of Voldemort and Grindelwald, and an ambition far deeper than the two Dark Lords. Demon King.

This Muggle musician is more like a black hand hiding behind the scenes.

Dumbledore desperately found that from the bright side, Zhou Qi had nothing to do with everything that happened now, which means that if he couldn't find evidence to prove that Zhou Qi did everything.

There is no way to let the conflict transfer to him!

The only thing that can be done now is to delay time, find out the flaws, make Zhou Qi the target of public criticism, and gather all the forces that can be gathered to deal with him!

This is not an enemy that can be defeated by one person alone.

It's a monster that requires everyone's joint efforts to defeat!

In the evening, the cafeteria.

Hermione Granger was tired, scooping pumpkin soup with a spoon, math problems open at hand.

Take a bite and take a look.

"Hermione!" Ron said, "You're exaggerating too much. We can only stay for a while at dinner time. Why are you still reading?"

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have completely different routines.

Harry and Ron wanted to meet good friends only during dinner time and weekend breaks. They couldn't spend a lot of time together every day as they used to.

Harry also said, "Yeah, relax too!"

He reached out and firmly closed Hermione's math book.

Hermione let out a long breath.

"You don't understand, the competition in Ravenclaw is too fierce!" She grabbed her hair and wailed, "I almost fell from the first place in the last exam!"

"I'm a teaching assistant. If I fall from the first place, what face would I have to see Professor Ivan?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Having said that, Hermione also knew that she could only get together with her friends during the dinner break, so she reluctantly put away the book and rolled her eyes at the two giggling friends.

I have to say that Harry has been a lot more cheerful recently.

Maybe it's because of that elusive black cat.

Or maybe he has already thought about it.

Harry recently stayed with Ron when he had something to do, and came to him during recess, saying that he wanted to make up for the neglect of the Christmas holidays... Hermione laughed out loud when she thought of this.

Ron and Harry looked curious, and the blushing girl rolled up the book and tapped them on the head.

The three laughed and made trouble, as always.

.....

The blazing flames skyrocketed, and in the special high temperature laboratory, Tom Riddle underwent a mutation.

He slowly opened his eyes, red blood was flowing in the dragon pupil, his body swelled suddenly, his clothes cracked, and iron blue dragon scales spread out on the surface of his body, which covered and spread in an instant.

Bang! !

Tom Riddle's clothes exploded instantly, he bent down, and a violent dragon roar came out of his throat.

Outside the laboratory, the researcher in the white coat calmly pressed the button, the metal walls on the four sides of the laboratory opened, and the giant python, cheetah, lion and crocodile were placed in sequence. Suddenly stiff.

Tom Riddle's body changed, growing dragon claws and wings, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a tens of meters in size and covered in a blue-gray dragon.

The beasts shivered under the pressure of the superior race as if they had seen their natural enemies, and curled up into a ball.

The giant dragon shook his head and waved his tail, raised his head and roared.

Just the sound waves during the roar caused the tempered glass in the laboratory to burst suddenly.

"Power!" The dragon roared excitedly: "This is the true power of the bloodline!"

Tom Riddle was obsessed with feeling the majestic power gushing out of his body, whether it was the extremely powerful body, the scale armor that could resist the death spell, or the magic power flowing like lava in his body.

These forces make him up.

Whether it is the other self or Dumbledore, under this powerful force, they are only weak ants.

Tom Riddle's mental power penetrates deep into the bloodline. He can possess such terrifying power only by digging out a small part of the bloodline's potential. If he completely controls the bloodline, what will happen?

Evolution or sublimation?

"This is..." Tom, who was addicted to the power of his bloodline, was stunned for a moment. He felt the curse of snake venom and the mental imprint in his bloodline, and now, as long as he wanted to, he could easily exclude them.

The dragon's stern eyes turned to the outside of the laboratory, and through the glass, he saw the dark wizard Dubois standing behind the experimenter.

Like ice water pouring down.

Tom Riddle, who had been dazed by the power, had his scales standing upright, and he woke up.

"Mr. Tom." The laboratory administrator adjusted the microphone: "Can you understand what I said?"

The dragon nodded honestly.

"That's good, please control your bloodline and fully master the dragon transformation reaction!"

Under the arrangement of the experimenter.

The dragon folded its wings and turned into a flaming pillar of fire, shrinking in a blink of an eye, turning back into a naked Tom Riddle, suspended in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, pale blue dragon scales climbed up like clothes and covered key parts.

He opened his eyes, revealing magma-like red dragon eyes, and blue dragon wings stretched out behind him.

Dubois walked to the experimental bench and looked at the half-dragon Tom Riddle thoughtfully.

The main body has combed the arcane path, and by analogy, they have found the path of the bloodline warlock - at this moment Tom Riddle is the real bloodline warlock.

With spiritual power as the fulcrum, leveraging the blood, tracing the blood, and sublimating the blood.

Instead of just relying on the blood of magical animals to perform magic like ordinary wizards.

What's the point of this?

Tom Riddle can completely abandon his wand and spell at this time. Not only can he transform into a dragon to enhance his combat power, but also because of the power of his bloodline, he can derive many instinct-like magical abilities.

High fire resistance, magic control of flame.

As a dragon's high-ranking coercion and dragon roar, a huge increase in power, and the ability to defend against most magic.

This is only a small part.

But at the moment, Tom Riddle is enough to crush other Voldemorts, and the three Unforgivable Curses are completely ineffective for him.

Looking at the half-dragon-shaped Tom Riddle in the laboratory, Dubois pondered for a while and said, "Tom, get rid of the curse from your body!"

Tom was taken aback, in disbelief.