I’m Really An Alchemist

"But even if you don't choose any path, the Fourth Ring Arcanist is powerful enough. When you reach this stage, your lifespan is as long as a thousand years, and you have unimaginable power."

"You can easily destroy a town, set off a huge storm, turn a desert into a swamp, and survive in various harsh environments such as deep sea and magma."

The corners of his mouth rose, looking up at the ceiling.

"This is the power I'm pursuing!"

The students were completely shocked.

Slytherin's students pursue strength and power, and now they are a little confused. Is this really something that magic can do?

If it wasn't Tom Riddle who said that.

Then they will definitely laugh at the whimsicalness of these words at this time.

But just because it was Voldemort who said these words, his identity was enough to add a weight to the balance in the students' hearts, leaning toward the arcane, even the students who had been particularly demeaning to the arcane before now believed a lot. .

In a dull thought, Tom Riddle picked up the book and was about to leave.

At this time,

Draco Malfoy raised his hand high.

Tom Riddle stopped at the door and looked at Malfoy, the only one standing up in the classroom.

"Professor Riddle." Draco kept his stance low and his tone very respectful: "Arcane is the magic created by Professor Ivan, so... How strong is Professor Ivan now?"

Everyone was stunned.

All of them looked at the silent former Dark Lord.

Slytherin's students are both looking forward to and fearful. They have already leaned towards arcane magic and understand how powerful arcane magic is. However, they came from a pure-blood family and could not tolerate Muggles being stronger than wizards.

"The characteristic of the five-ringed arcane wizard is the spiritual space." After a long silence, Tom Riddle said slowly, "After the soul is materialized, the spiritual space can affect reality. We call it the domain."

He sighed lowly.

"Inside the realm is the world of five-ringed arcane wizards, and outside the realm is the real world. As long as the realm exists, any attack in the real world cannot affect the wizards in the realm world."

"The only thing that can fight against the realm is the realm."

Leaving this sentence, Tom Riddle said no more and turned to leave.

The classroom was dead silent.

The students looked dazed, and Draco sat back in his chair, his eyes dazed.

The arcanists before the fifth ring can still understand that those are inseparable from the scope of magic, but the appearance of the new word.... The appearance of this new word, and the characteristics of the domain, are no longer magic that they can understand.

Principal's office.

Zhou Qi Anran sat on a chair, overlooking the bright sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He picked up the apple on the table and placed it in the palm of his hand.

There is no trace of magic.

The plump and ruddy apples seem to be in an accelerated time stream, shriveled, moldy, and rotten, and what finally emerges is a shriveled apple core.

Then, it's like turning back time.

The apple core turns back into a plump, rosy apple.

Zhou Qi picked up the apple, took a crisp bite, and looked into the distance.

.....

A strange scene appeared in the Slytherin lounge area.

The senior students begged the junior students to make up for the homework they left in the previous week.

After the early self-study, the Slytherin students who pursued great power had a huge change in their perception of arcane arts. They no longer skipped classes and listened to the Muggle course for a day.

But Snape and Tom wouldn't re-teach what they had learned last week because of their prodigal son.

This led to some students who didn't come to class at all, or who were also fishing in class, confused.

They can only beg other people to tutor for them during their breaks.

Fortunately, the first week of teaching was the basics of the basics. They worked overtime for tutoring and quickly kept up with the rhythm of the course.

Only those students with negative grades suffered.

They can't wait to go back and slap themselves!

At this point, they finally understood the meaning of academy points. In the process of learning arcane arts, all ready-made arcane magic is exchanged by academy points, whether it is low-level flying skills, intermediate-level portals, or even high-level arcane spells. The reappearance of the magical bones requires corresponding academy points.

The students who deducted the negative points can only learn the lowest level, the hand of the mage, which is used for teaching, or they are trying to create their own arcane magic.

The most despairing person was someone who lost more than 120 points.

He crossed the threshold of dropping out with half a foot.

If he didn't know the power of Arcane, then he might drop out of school, but now that he knew how powerful and potential Arcane was, he still dropped out of school at this time. The stupidity was equivalent to joining the Axis powers in 1945.

Jin Galleon couldn't exchange college points.

No matter whether he is crying and calling his mother, he has no sympathy. He no longer wants to exchange for arcane magic. From now to before graduation, he must ensure that he ranks in the top five every month, in order to equalize his own before graduation. minus.

How proud I was before, how miserable it is now.

This also caused Slytherin to set off a frenzied study atmosphere. In order to equalize negative scores, students must devote themselves to studying so that they will not be left behind. In the second week of school, Slytherin finally entered the state of learning.

"What's going on here?"

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are confused.

These two academies are still learning magic step by step, enjoying a free and relaxed learning atmosphere, in stark contrast to Ravenclaw and Slytherin, who are learning when they are playing and sleeping in.

The two houses were at the school when they were patrolling Quidditch.

The Slytherin Quidditch team has announced its withdrawal from this year's competition, and Ravenclaw has also announced its withdrawal from the competition.

In this year's Quidditch, only Hufflepuff and Gryffindor compete, and Hufflepuff has never won the Quidditch Cup. It can be said that the champion is already Gryffindor.

At first, Gryffindor was excited because he didn't win.

When I calmed down, I felt something was wrong.

Without an opponent, even training Quidditch is boring.

The learning atmosphere can be contagious. Seeing Slytherin and Ravenclaw as hard as preparing for the college entrance examination, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff felt uncomfortable, as if they were being left far away.

"Professor Riddle."

The bell rang, and Draco quickly shoved the book in his hand towards the attendant and quickly chased after him.

Tom Riddle stopped and looked at the eldest son of the Malfoy family, his brows eased and he smiled kindly.

He had a pretty good impression of Draco, who was also very diligent in his studies, never missed a class, and his grades were among the best.

"What's matter?"

Draco looked around, hesitant.

Now is lunch break, the busiest time in Hogwarts. The corridors and castles are full of students who have finished their morning classes.

Tom Riddle nodded: "Come to my office and talk!"

The two walked into the office one after the other.

"Can we talk now, Mr. Malfoy?" Tom put down the lesson plan and looked at the nervous Draco indifferently.

Draco lowered his head and revealed all the troubles in his heart.

Before the summer vacation, he overheard his father's conversation with the Death Eaters, and Lucius planned to win over the pure blood family and take back the rights of the British wizarding world, which was destined to conflict with Hogwarts.

He is a member of the pure blood family.

Another Hogwarts student.

If it was Draco in the past, he would not hesitate to stand on the side of the pure blood family.

But the current Draco has been studying at Hogwarts for three years, witnessing three years, and Draco who has experienced the night of Voldemort's resurrection and the night of the Hogwarts invasion. During the change, he vaguely sensed the coming general trend.

The clearer you see, the more painful it is.

Especially now that he knew the power of arcane magic, the more pessimistic he was about his father's behavior.

"Dad, he won over other pure-blood families, and will eventually stand up to fight against Hogwarts..." Draco said in a low voice: "They will be crushed by Professor Ivan like bugs."

After quietly listening to the boy's troubles, Tom Riddle nodded in agreement.

"exactly."

"Is there any way I can stop it?" The pure-blood boy raised his head, fear on his face: "I can't persuade him to change his mind, they won't believe me, but, I can't watch this happen. !"

Tom Riddle pursed his lips and looked at Draco silently.

Draco was horrified by this strange scrutiny.

After a long silence,

The former Dark Lord said, "Student Draco."

He didn't use the surname Malfoy, but Draco.

"You have seen the ignorance, ignorance and arrogance of the pure-blood family, as well as the end they are about to face. Why do you want to stop them?" The former Dark Lord's mouth curved into a happy smile: "You are the future of the pure-blood family."

"You are a pure blood family!"

Draco was terrified.

This sentence is very familiar. At the end of the last school year, Professor Ivan also told him this sentence.

I am a pure blood family.

But, what should I do?

"Hogwarts can change..." Tom Riddle whispered, "Why can't the pure blood family change?"

"Instead of keeping this ignorant pure-blood family system in the new era, you can do better and lead the pure-blood family to complete the changes in the new era." He leaned over the boy's ear and whispered: "Harry Potter can What you can do, you can't do?"

What Harry Potter can do...

Why can't I do it?

Draco Malfoy left Tom's office at some point, and returned to the rest area in a hurry. In the process of constant thinking, denial, doubt and strengthening of confidence, his eyes lit up with fire.

PS: Thanks to the old ghost 13, the blade of the dream chaser

The state has been adjusted, and there is another chapter in the evening

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Chapter 461 Chapter 102 The proud headmaster of Hogwarts

"It's time to eat, master."

The house-elf walked timidly into the dark basement with a dinner plate.

A man with messy hair and a scruffy beard sat in the corner and looked up absentmindedly. Although he hadn't washed for a long time, he could vaguely recognize his appearance - Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Exchange at the Ministry of Magic.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Barty Crouch watched indifferently as the house elf squatted in front of him, wiped the dirt on his face with a towel, picked up the bread tremblingly, slowly tore it into pieces, and brought it to his mouth.

"Master, don't blame the young master, okay?"

The twinkling eyes are full of water mist.

Barty Crouch snorted coldly, still unable to withstand the hunger in his stomach, and opened his mouth to eat the crumbs handed by the house-elf.

Shortly after.

Winky returned to the living room with an empty plate.

Sitting on the sofa was a man exactly like old Barty Crouch in the basement. His eyes moved away from the newspaper and landed on the empty plate in Wink's hand, mocking: "Finally give up resistance, my father?"

Winky put the plate in front of her and lowered her head.

"Master, he is your father after all... You shouldn't treat him like this."