I’m Really An Alchemist

California is not an ordinary state. Its economic strength ranks among the top three in America. It belongs to the local forces that the federal government wants to please. It can only be soft, not hard. Otherwise, there will be turmoil in California, and the whole of America will not be able to bear it.

That's why Clinton had a headache.

He flipped through California's economic report, and because of the wizard state, the output of tourism actually occupied a high position, and the economy and influence also increased a lot, making other states envious, if not suppressed by the White House, I'm afraid other states will follow California's path.

It's one thing that the wizarding world cannot hide, and it's another thing to legislate.

This involves a lot of interests and requires a long planning, which cannot be established casually.

Clinton rubbed his brows, put down the California report, and picked up another top-secret document.

This is a report of a magic laboratory jointly developed by chaebols and political families. Scientific research elites from all over the United States are cracking the secrets of magic and want to continue their lives.

"A wizard's bloodline has more unanalyzable components than an ordinary person's bloodline. Injecting a wizard's bloodline into an experimenter's body will cause an irreversible rejection effect."

Clinton revealed the shocking death toll and looked directly at the results.

"Werewolves and vampires may allow ordinary people to have magical blood, but there are also shortcomings. It is known that the werewolves and vampires in America are extremely rare, and most of them gather in the Balkans of Europe."

"According to known information, the vampires were kept in captivity by the European Demon League, and the werewolves were reversed and exterminated by potions."

European Magic League.

Clinton lit his cigar, puffed out the mist, and narrowed his eyes.

He knows a lot about the organization of this magical world. In other words, the history, development, and current dynamics of the magical world have been analyzed by a staff of thousands of people and handed over to him.

An organization formed by a fifteen-year-old boy.

The savior of the wizarding world, the boy who defeated the second Dark Lord - Harry Potter.

"It's interesting to be a leader in the wizarding world at the age of fifteen." Clinton laughed, thinking about the reason for meeting this boy and seeing what kind of abilities he had.

He continued to scroll down the page.

"Arcane!"

Bean-sized words, printed on blank paper, are particularly conspicuous.

.....

"Get out!"

The house elf screamed, and an invisible tide of magic burst out, stacking all the Death Eaters who wanted to approach and smashing them against the wall.

A house elf with full firepower is not something that any wizard can fight against.

Not to mention a bunch of weak chicken Death Eaters.

"Little master doesn't want to see you!" Twinkle looked at a group of angered human wizards, and subconsciously became cowardly because of his identity, but bravely stood in the courtyard and stopped in front of the gate.

"Just a lowly house-elf..."

Some of the Death Eaters got up in resentment, their wands raised high.

Twinkle's eyes widened, and the invisible magic field surged, causing the surrounding flowers and soil to gradually float into the air.

"stop!"

Seeing that the house elf was going mad again, someone among the Death Eaters stopped his irascible companion, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said, "Let's see little Barty Crouch!"

"Little master said no to see!"

"Don't forget, but we rescued him!" The Death Eater shouted angrily, "Isn't he afraid that we will go out and expose his identity?"

Winky hesitated for a while, then turned her head to look at the house.

It shook its head quickly and made a shrill voice.

"Let's go, the little master said he wouldn't see you!"

The Death Eater was furious, glared hatefully, and left in embarrassment.

After Winky restored the environment of the courtyard, he returned to the hall. Little Crouch was still sitting on the sofa in the appearance of old Crouch, immersed in his thoughts.

"little Master."

Winky waited for a while, then said worriedly, "Why aren't you worried?"

Little Crouch came back to his senses and frowned.

"worry about what?"

"They're going to reveal your identity!" Winky was about to cry, she didn't want the little master to be caught again.

Little Crouch sneered.

"Just rely on them, don't worry, their value is gone, and nothing can happen."

Zhou Qi had greeted him earlier.

The speeches of these Death Eaters have been restricted, let alone reporting them. They ran out and streaks, and there would be no news in the newspapers.

"Winky, what do you think about the appearance of the wizarding world in the Muggle world?"

Little Crouch asked suddenly.

Winky was a little scared: "Winky doesn't know, Winky is just... afraid that Muggles will bully house-elves?"

It noticed that the little master's expression became extraordinarily frantic.

This frenzy disturbed it.

"This must be a change controlled by the master." Little Crouch murmured to himself.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s loyalty to Voldemort stemmed from Voldemort's strength and ambition.

This loyalty did not diminish over time, until Zhou Qi showed greater power and took Voldemort's place.

Seeing this world change, Little Crouch's loyalty to Zhou Qi is not limited to strength, but extends to ambition and means.

Voldemort spent his entire life just wandering around the British peninsula.

But the new owner uses the world as a chessboard.

Who is strong or weak can be seen at a glance.

"I have enough value to stay by the master's side."

Little Crouch thought for a while, then suddenly got up and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"St. Mungo's Magic Hospital." Little Crouch answered without looking back.

Fourteen years ago, he and Bellatrix and other Death Eaters tortured Neville Longbottom's parents into madmen with the Cruciatus Curse, and are still being treated at St. Mungo's Witch and Magic Hospital.

The master is leading the changes in the world, and he is also the headmaster of Hogwarts, so he may have animosity towards him because of this.

Little Crouch was full of fear, worried that Zhou Qi would treat him as an abandoned child because of the affairs of the Longbottom couple.

Find a way to remedy it.

Whether it's an apology or a treatment, in short, he can't leave the team!

.....

The Death Eaters secretly spread the news that little Crouch was still alive, replacing old Crouch.

Naturally, the stone sinks into the sea, and there is not a single splash of water.

Regardless of whether it is the magical world or the Muggle world, the topic at this time is the change in the world. How can there be time to take care of such trivial matters?

"You can only contact Krum!"

Jacob the werewolf grinding his teeth.

"Krum is at Hogwarts, and Harry Potter is there too, will it..." Someone said hesitantly.

Jacob looked at these timid Death Eaters and sneered: "Don't worry, I've already checked, Hogwarts students can leave the school on weekends, when the guard is relaxed, we have Krum in Hogwarts. Just meet Demog!"

"Now is not the time to hesitate!"

Jacob raised his voice: "The magical world has already appeared in the eyes of Muggles. Where can you retreat again? Can you tolerate living in harmony with Muggles?"

The Death Eaters looked at each other.

Nature is intolerable.

The more pure-blooded the family, the more they hate change. They don't even have the idea of ​​living in harmony with Mudbloods, let alone Muggles.

This transformation of the magical world has forced them to have no way out.

The Death Eaters tried their best and finally met Krum at the bar in Holdmogg.

Now that Krum is their only hope, the attitude of the Death Eaters is much more unnatural, and there is absolutely no fear at the beginning.

To the silent Bulgarian boy, he told the difficulties of a pure-blood family.

It tells about the changes in the wizarding world and tells that wizards should not coexist with Muggles.

Know it with reason and move with emotion.

Then, they looked at Victor Krum.

"Krum, as long as you can bring the Dark Lord back, your family will surely remember your contribution. A pure-blood wizard can not only regain glory, but also the whole world!"

The Death Eaters were tongue-tied.

Krum looked at the Death Eaters' cold or pale faces, and thought of the vibrant students at Hogwarts, and he suddenly understood why Hogwarts wanted to change.

Because there is so much garbage in the magical world.

Pure blood family.... pure blood wizards... death eaters.

Even at this moment, they can't see the general trend of the future clearly, and they are still indulging in the glory of the family.

It's really ridiculous.

Under the expectant gaze of the Death Eaters, Krum reached out to hold the potion bottle in his pocket and took it out.

"Krum..."

The Death Eaters looked at the boy's actions, puzzled and disturbed.

Krum suddenly raised the potion bottle and smashed it on the table. Under the dull eyes of the Death Eaters, the potion bottle instantly burst, the potion splashed, and fragments splashed.

"Don't bother me again!" Krum threw the potion bottle on the ground indifferently, and said word by word, "I have nothing to do with you or any connection, please get out of my life!"

"you!!"

The Death Eaters were furious and pulled out their wands.

"Want to do it?" Krum laughed. Without restraint and responsibility, the boy's smile was full of pleasure.

"This is the Hogwarts area, do you have the courage to do it?"

The Death Eater froze, his wand pointed at the boy, his arms shaking.

"Are you willing to watch Durmstrang sink?" Someone among the Death Eaters wanted to persuade Krum back: "You don't think about the family, but also for the school."

Krum's smile gradually faded.

He looked at the Death Eaters like he looked at a hillbilly.

"It's uncertain whether there will be Durmstrang in the future."

Leaving this sentence, the Bulgarian boy turned and left.

The Death Eaters wanted to stop him, but they didn't dare, so they could only watch him let go of the shackles and leave with ease.

Then, into despair.

.....

10 Downing Street.

The residence of the Prime Minister of Great Britain.

"Share the arcane?" The current Prime Minister, John Major, took a breath and looked at the man sitting across from him. This was America's ambassador to Britain.

The diplomatic ambassador was calm and smiled.

"This is Mr. President's idea." He smiled and said, "Mr. Major, you should also know arcane magic, which was created by the famous musician Mr. Ivan and can be learned by ordinary people."

John Major pondered for a moment and nodded.

"I did hear it."