I’m Really An Alchemist

He pulled out his wand tremblingly, and wanted to use phantom to escape from here, but he felt the extremely cold wind pulling his body, and a black smoke suddenly rushed past, but his eyes were blinded.

The wand is nowhere to be seen.

Connelly-Fudge slowly opened his eyes and raised his head slowly.

In the sky, countless black smoke billows.

They fell on Hoddermogg, on Black Lake, on Hogwarts, before the Minister of Magic.

Transform into a humanoid.

There were thousands of Death Eaters in different styles of robes.

It was an immeasurable number of dementors, overwhelming the sky.

Those were blood races and werewolves all over the mountains and plains, excited and hideous.

"Tom is alive, he is alive!"

Lupin seemed to cry or laugh, his voice trembling.

Harry frowned. He didn't know Tom was alive. Why was Professor Lupin so strange?

Blake suddenly raised his head, he wanted to understand everything.

"Harry, run away!" He moved violently, almost freeing himself from the binding magic by his will, but fortunately an Auror quickly grabbed his body, and Black stared at Harry Potter, begging: "Come on! Run away, this is a trap!"

Harry just felt extremely uncomfortable. He actually saw pleading and pity in the eyes of Sirius, who killed his parents.

And this pity turned out to be for him.

It's a joke!

Suddenly,

A huge roar came from the structure of the house, the ceiling rustled and rubble fell, and the ground shook violently, as if a powerful earthquake had occurred.

Everyone is unaware of the situation.

Black actually took this opportunity to get rid of the Auror's control, swooped down on Harry Potter, and protected Harry under him.

The gravel fell on his back.

"It's okay, it's okay." Blake whispered, "don't be afraid, it's okay."

Harry's eyes widened, looking at the man who was protecting him, his hand holding the wand slowly loosened, and he didn't attack immediately, even if it was a good opportunity.

The earthquake lasted for several minutes.

But it seemed as long as centuries.

Finally, the earthquake stopped.

The Aurors who depended on each other raised their heads with lingering fears, not sure that the earthquake was over... Harry felt extraordinarily confused, complicated emotions fermented in his heart, he suddenly broke away from Black's protection and ran out of the office.

"Harry!" Blake wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by his niece.

Naturally, it is impossible for Aurors to release criminals who have already been arrested.

Lupin said, "I'm going to find him back!"

Having said that, he also ran out.

Harry ran out of the office frantically, the horror of Hogwarts was imprinted in his eyes, huge holes were broken in the dome and walls of the castle, huge stones kept falling, and the whole castle was full of students screaming, running away, cry.

"Ten minutes, ten minutes!"

Harry frantically looked at the wall clock, the ten minutes limited by the potion had already passed.

Why does this happen at Hogwarts?

What about Dumbledore, why didn't Dumbledore come out?

Harry crossed or ran away, or hugged his head and cried his classmates, ran out of the castle all the way, saw endless Death Eaters, and countless yin winds flying above the castle, staggered spell rays, destroying the castle .

Countless dementors formed a cloud and penetrated through the opening of the castle cave.

There were screams of fear and despair from the students in the castle.

Harry stood at the door, the attack of the Dementors and the Death Eaters actively avoided him, watching the professors weary protecting the terrified students, dealing with the countless Death Eaters, listening to the cries and laughter , screams.

It seems like an eternity.

.....

Cornelius-Fudge was captured by the Death Eaters with no dignity and was thrown to the ground. He raised his head, but there were five Voldemorts standing in front of him.

"Isn't this my dear Minister for Magic?"

The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort was condescending, and a wild smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Cornelius-Fudge wanted to say harsh words, wanted to show his dignity as the Minister of Magic, wanted to die rather than give in, but all the emotions in his heart disappeared the moment he saw the five Voldemorts.

"Lord Dark Lord." He lay on the ground like a fat pig, pleadingly said, "I am willing to obey you, I am willing to obey you!"

Voldemort laughed sharply.

The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort slowly stretched out his shoes and got a little dirt.

He looked down at the Minister of Magic and smiled happily: "Lord Minister, look, my shoes are a little dirty?"

Connelly-Fudge arched on the ground, licking his face, trying to wipe the dirt off his shoes with his custom-made high-end wizarding robe.

Crackling.

A blue electric light hit his hand.

The young Voldemort restrained his smile: "Who allowed you to use your hands?"

Without hands....

Connelly-Fudge looked up and looked at the crazy Voldemort, his eyes were slightly lost, and his head slowly lowered.

There were Aurors who couldn't stand the humiliating behavior of the Minister of Magic. They roared and charged at Voldemort with their wands, but they were easily defeated by ten times their number of Death Eaters.

The Aurors who dared to resist were defeated by the Death Eaters and hung upside down.

He didn't kill them, but tortured them with curses.

Seeing the pained wailing of these colleagues, the other Ministry of Magic staff did not dare to resist, they all put away their wands and stood there like a piece of wood... There was no pride in hunting down Hogwarts at all.

Connelly-Fudge licked Voldemort's shoes clean, was rewarded with a kick, and squeezed out a happy smile.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic all cast disgust and disgust.

Connelly wanted to understand that his political career was over, and the British wizarding world was over, and now he could only continue to enjoy glory and wealth by holding Voldemort's thigh.

"Don't worry, follow me, they won't hurt us!"

Draco Malfoy was about to cry. He tried his best to comfort the classmates behind him. At this moment, most of the people behind him were Slytherin students and a few students from other colleges.

In the past, Draco would be proud.

Even the students of other colleges were impressed.

But now, all he has is fear, and even the arm holding the wand is shaking.

A group of people rushed out of the castle that had been occupied by Dementors, but stopped at the gate of the castle, watching the endless number of Death Eaters like a tidal wave, forcing Hogwarts into an isolated island.

"Draco."

Among the Death Eaters, someone shouted in a deep voice.

Draco looked over in surprise, and the hooded Death Eater came out and slowly took off his hat. It was his father Lucius.

Lucius was expressionless: "Come here."

Draco was suddenly pleasantly surprised. He raised his head proudly, greeted his classmates behind him, and walked towards his father.

Bang! !

The scarlet curse light hit behind him, creating a deep ravine.

"Only you can come here." There was a maddening laughter among the Death Eaters, and a woman with fluffy hair came out. She gave Draco a wink, but looked dangerously at the terrified student behind Draco.

"Little Draco, go back to your parents." Bellatrix swept the students on the other side of the ravine, and raised a mad grin: "Little cuties, as long as you are willing to swear your allegiance to the Dark Lord, Allegiance to the darkness, you can come together!"

She put her wand in her palm and looked at the students.

Draco froze, turned around and said anxiously, "Swear, you don't want to die!"

Everyone looked at him silently.

Not just other houses, not just the Gryffindor house he hated the most.

Even Slytherin's classmates were silent, looking at him as if they didn't know him at all.

That look made Draco fall into an ice cave.

"Sorry, Draco." It was Marcus, the prefect who had always gotten along with Draco, who pulled out his wand and snarled at Bellatrix: "This is Hogwarts, We are Slytherins!"

God **** it, keep yourself safe and judge the situation.

We are Slytherins, we are ambitious, we are victorious.

We, we value honor!

Draco's body trembled like an electric shock. The trembling gushing from the top of his head continued down to the heart of his feet. He slowly drew out his wand, and with Bellatrix's satisfied smile, he turned around abruptly and attacked.

"Except your weapons!"

The blue arc flashed towards Bellatrix.

At the critical moment, someone blocked Draco's attack with a counter-curse.

Lucius is even more crazy.

"Draco, what are you doing?" he roared, "Come here!"

Draco grimaced, but he walked across the ravine with determination and returned to Slytherin.

He didn't know how to face the enemy.

But now I just want to do what I want to do.

Narcissa Malfoy wanted to rush out, but was pulled by her husband. Bellatrix's smile faded and she fell silent. She looked at the students who were facing the enemy.

"what a pity."

She took out her wand and said indifferently, "What a pity!"

"Kill them!"

The Death Eaters looked hideous, and Narcissa and Lucius were in so much pain that they rushed towards their son, trying to protect him in the melee.

The Death Eaters in black robes flocked to the students headed by Slytherin.

Despair is coming.

boom! !

The crimson streamer sky swept across and slammed down. The violent impact sent the Death Eaters flying, and the air temperature seemed to be a few degrees higher.

The hot breath was exhaled in the direction of the Death Eaters.

The despairing Slytherin looked at the dark-haired boy who had descended from the gods.

"Well said, we are Slytherin." The black-haired boy didn't even have a wand, standing in front of Draco and the others, but like a high wall covering all wind and rain.

The Death Eater who came over looked at the black-haired boy angrily.

Then, take a breath.

No one does not recognize the appearance of the young man, some call him the Dark Lord, some call him Voldemort.

His real name is Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle, the seventeen-year-old Dark Lord who never appeared in the Death Eater battle.

"Tom Riddle." Bellatrix went crazy: "Why are you here, why are you blocking us?!"

The seventeen-year-old Dark Lord laughed.

"Does it even need to be said?" He patted his clothes, and in the blink of an eye, the Muggle casual clothes on him changed in the flowing firelight.

turned into a dark green robe.

Slytherin robes.