I’m Really An Alchemist

Harry looked around, only Lupin was in the office.

His eyes stopped on the box against the wall.

Lupin's expression changed slightly, he stopped in front of Harry, and his tone became cold: "What do you want to do?"

The Auror took out the search warrant and said indifferently, "The Ministry of Magic suspects you are hiding the fugitive Sirius, Remus Lupin, please cooperate with our investigation!"

Lupin was still standing in front of them.

"I refuse!" He shouted loudly: "You don't understand anything, and you have wronged a good person for thirteen years. I will never allow you to step into my office!"

He jerked his wand out.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry was prepared, and the moment he drew his wand, the Disarming Charm popped out quickly. The wand in Lupin's hand, thrown high, landed in the hands of an Auror.

"It can't be you, Harry." Lupin looked at his indifferent friend's son, with great pain: "It can't be you."

"Why can't it be me?" Harry stepped forward and snarled: "He killed my parents, why do you still cover him?"

Lupin staggered backwards, clutching his chest in pain.

"That's not true, Harry..." He said humbly, "Let me explain."

"I don't want to hear it!" Harry laughed wildly: "Explain, you will always say this, can the death of my parents be erased with just one explanation? Professor Lupin, you really don't deserve to be my father's friend! "

Lupin was speechless.

The box in the corner clicked and opened by itself.

A female Auror quickly pulled Harry behind him, and several Aurors drew their wands and aimed them at the box.

A man walked out of the box with his hands up.

Sirius Black!

Harry finally saw himself. He almost frantically took out his wand, trying to torture and kill the man, but was hugged tightly by the female Auror, only to hear the boy's painful roar.

"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Blake looked up absentmindedly, his pupils dull.

He could have turned into a cat form to escape this catastrophe, but he heard Harry questioning Lupin in the unmarked expansion box.

He couldn't refute.

I killed James and Lily.

It was I who believed in the wrong person that caused the tragedy thirteen years ago.

Harry's questioning also aroused his pain, even the guilt that hadn't gone away even if he stayed in Azkaban like a redemption for thirteen years.

"Arrest me!" Blake raised his head, looked at Harry Potter who was roaring furiously with grief and guilt, he lowered his head and said, "I killed James and Lily!"

Lupin looked pleadingly at Black, then at Harry.

The female Auror who hugged Harry Potter, stroked Harry's hair with pity, and calmed down his excitement before striding to Blake's side.

"You're under arrest, uncle." She took out her wand and transformed into handcuffs, handcuffing Blake's hands.

Blake raised his head and looked at this punk-style female Auror.

He recognized each other.

She is the daughter of cousin Andromeda, Nymphadora Tonks.

"You've grown up." Blake's voice was a little lonely and a little proud: "You have become an Auror."

Tonks was neither humble nor arrogant: "If it wasn't for the lack of staff in the Ministry of Magic, I wouldn't have been able to get a regular position in advance." As she spoke, she leaned into Blake's ear and said, "I am also a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Blake was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head with a wry smile.

Harry had calmed down. He stared coldly at Blake, who was hanging his head, watching the Auror cast the imprisoning spell on Blake.

The hatred in his heart gradually dissipated and turned into emptiness.

Minister Fudge has promised himself that after capturing Sirius, he will be imprisoned according to his own requirements. This time there is absolutely no escape... Harry also knows that it is impossible for him to kill Sirius with his own hands.

But he was especially unwilling.

He hoped that the Sirius he caught was an angry and incompetent criminal, not such a dead-hearted waste, which made him not feel any pleasure!

He wanted to make Sirius angry, furious.

He wanted to see the unwillingness on the man's face.

"You didn't do anything!" Harry sneered at Black. "You know, Peter Pettigrew you killed, he's still alive!"

"Without his help, I would never be able to catch you!" Harry Potter's eyes were fixed on Blake's expression. As he wished, after he told the news that Pettigrew was still alive, Blake's expression changed.

Furious, unwilling, shocked, crazy.

"What did you say?"

The one who said this was actually Professor Lupin, who was leaning against the table and kept silent.

His voice trembled slightly, stared at Harry and said, "Tom is still alive?"

In the Scottish Highlands in early spring, the night came very early, just after seven o'clock, the sky was extremely dark, and the faint full moon appeared in the eastern sky, but it was hidden by the dark clouds, looming.

Above the Hogwarts Lighthouse.

Peter Pettigrew laughed wildly in the howling cold wind. He pulled out his wand, aimed it at the sky, and exploded all the magic in his body.

"Bone reappears!"

In the dark blue sky, different Death Eater logos appeared one after another.

The violent wasp dragon, the deep eight-eyed giant spider, the dangerous basilisk, and the treacherous skeleton.

PS: Thanks for the blade except your left

I feel so tired recently... I have no motivation to code words.

8,000-word update will be resumed tomorrow

py: "I Don't Play Moon World"

The story of a player who becomes the mastermind behind the world by playing the game.

Tentative games include [Dead Apostle Warriors 5], [My Joan of Arc can't be this cute], [World Destroyer Gaia], [British War] and so on.

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The new generation, the ancient heroic spirits fight in the modern square, the clock tower traces the traces of the root, and the Latras Academy is endlessly making weapons to prevent the destruction of the world.

The magic eye dominates all things, the heroic spirit shows the myth, and the brilliance of the fifth overhead element shines on the top of the world.

But, what does this have to do with me, a gamer with Joan of Arc's wives shopping?

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Chapter 441 Chapter 82 Chaos, melee

In the Forbidden Forest, like a tumbling dragon, there was a slight and long vibration.

Through the moonlight, you can see endless magical animals, swarming like a wave, and the vibration of the ground is the movement of their rushing.

Mrs. Pince just glanced at it, and her scalp felt numb. She hurriedly drove her broom and landed next to Professor McGonagall. She quickly explained what she saw. Professor McGonagall's face became serious.

"They really look for opportunities!"

Professor McGonagall drew his wand from his sleeve and raised his arm slightly.

The ground arched and deformed.

The copper and iron walls made of mud rose up, advancing layer by layer toward the Forbidden Forest, and then spreading to both sides, connecting with each other.

"All protection!" Mrs. Pins also waved her wand, and a transparent barrier appeared in the sky, fitting with the copper and iron walls on the ground.

The vibration became more and more obvious.

He could hear heavy breathing and low hissing.

Boom! !

The first to rush out of the forest were magical animals like rhinoceros, which slammed into the steel wall and shrieked in pain.

The flying beasts in the sky were also bounced off by the transparent barrier.

Almost endless magical animals sprang from the forbidden forest. They were not afraid of life and death, slammed into the barrier, slammed into the steel wall, the barrier kept shaking, and the wall was deformed.

Minerva-Mag's expression didn't change, but with a wave of her wand, the soil on the ground rose, turning into two stone giants holding spears.

Chong!

The spears are crossed.

"One step forward, die!"

It was the first time that Mrs. Pince heard such murderous words from the elegant and intellectual Minerva McGonagall.

Fantastic Beasts stopped ramming.

In the dark forest, dozens of centaurs walked out, holding bows and arrows, with expressions of hatred.

"Human wizard, what do you think this is?"

The headed horseman laughed cruelly, one was scarred, even its wings were chopped in half, and the hippogriff was covered in whipped blood. head.

Minerva McGonagall's eyes moved slightly.

"Buckbeak." The centaurs sneered: "This is the friend that you human wizards call. Just use it up and throw it back to us, friend... It's ridiculous!"

He took out his whip, turned around and drew a new bloodstain on Buckbeak, and laughed wildly.

Buckbeak raised his head proudly, even if his wings were broken and he couldn't fly, he would still be proud.

Minerva McGonagall was expressionless, and Mrs. Pince looked unbearable.

"Our hatred with humans can only be washed away with blood!" The centaurs laughed: "You want to kill us, and we want to kill you too!"

It raised its hand high.

The stone giant clenched his spear.

The animal roared frantically and suppressed.

"Mrs. Pince." Minerva said softly, "I'll hold them here, you go and tell the other professors to get ready..."

The vice-principal's tone is firm, and he has made up his mind to delay time even with his life.

Sudden,

got windy.

There was a gloomy wind blowing from the sky and the earth, and the whistling and gloomy wind shuttled through the forest.

Mrs. Pince looked up at the sky, the centaurs looked up at the sky, and Buckbeak looked up at the sky.

All the magical animals felt inexplicable fear and looked at the sky anxiously.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall, who was wholeheartedly alert and stared at the every move of the magical animals, also glanced at the sky. At this moment, even the fear that did not appear in the face of crazy magical animals spread from the bone marrow. out.

.....

"He....they are here!!"

Connelly-Fudge looked at the Death Eater markings surging in the sky, shivering with fear.

No one will fail to recognize these marks.

That is the Dark Lord, the mark of the Dark Lord who ravaged Europe and set off a war.

Its appearance represents the arrival of the Dark Lord.

Run away!

The Minister of Magic has only this thought in his mind, run away!

Dignity, pride, how can life matter?