I’m Really An Alchemist

"Lord Grindelwald!"

There was a faint shout in the ear.

Grindelwald slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that came into view was Nagini with a pretty face, and then the worried and frightened members of the society.

"You finally woke up!"

The sorcerer burst into tears.

Grindelwald is a California wizard, the backbone of the Deathly Hallows Society. He fell and the sky collapsed.

No one dared to imagine what they would be like without Grindelwald's leadership?

Grindelwald took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat, and he stood up with his body supported.

"How long have I slept?"

sleep....

Obviously passed out, right?

The wizard of the community did not dare to question, and said quickly, "You slept for half an hour."

Grindelwald nodded, pushed away the worried crowd, and walked out.

"Sir, where are you going?" The wizard of the community quickly followed, and asked cautiously.

Grindelwald drew his wand and stopped Nagini and the wizard from following.

"Sacramento, the Capitol!"

.....

"finally come."

Under the Hogwarts bulletin board, the Beauxbatons students sighed as they looked at Gryffindor's new system.

They were already mentally prepared, but they didn't expect it to come so soon.

The changes in Gryffindor are consistent with the other three colleges in terms of work and rest arrangements. Hogwarts has also entered a high-intensity study arrangement. The main courses are mathematics, biology, physics, and meditation.

There are only two magic courses, Transfiguration and Charm.

But unlike other academies, Gryffindor also has a brand new course—Physique.

"The professor of physique doesn't even have a name, so he came after Halloween?"

"Gryffindor's new courses and schedules were implemented only after returning to school during the Halloween holiday. Fortunately, it finally gave us time to accept it."

"It doesn't matter if you accept it or not, but Gryffindor is all willing to accept it!"

"Ah, what will happen to us in the end?"

Someone saw another document on the bulletin board.

Durmstrang and Beauxbatons seventh graders can choose not to follow the arcane courses, and Hogwarts will arrange the original magic courses to continue their education until graduation.

For students under the seventh grade, the school system will be completely reformed.

Except for a small number of students who followed Hufflepuff to get used to arcane lessons, most of the students were relieved, but they always felt a little inexplicable.

There is a feeling of being despised.

Actually it is.

The seventh-grade students except Hogwarts all have deep-rooted wizarding thinking, which is difficult to reverse. Even if they change the system to learn arcane arts, they can only graduate after half a year of study. Zhou Qi is too lazy to reform these students. Let them graduate as a traditional wizard.

There is also the possibility of remodeling for those under the seventh grade, so naturally they will not let it go.

Of course, Zhou Qi will still give opportunities to those who are willing to make progress.

The older witch Cecilia, who has graduated for a few years, is now also studying arcane magic with Hufflepuff.

Clang!

The dull sound of the bell came, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, whose chests were stuffy, dispersed and returned to their own areas. They were either in groups or individually, listening to the evening bell, watching The haze of black lakes and green mountains.

They just feel that the world is changing so fast that they can't accept it.

In the castle, under the leadership of the professor, the four academies decorated the jack-o-lanterns, and Halloween finally came.

.....

In the embassy, ​​the diplomatic group headed by Tommy Nix communicated with the American diplomatic ambassador with a smile on their faces.

He made the most of his talent as a diplomat.

No matter how hard and soft the American ambassador was, he insisted that Mr. Ivan was at Hogwarts and could not be contacted. As for arcane magic—that information is only available at Hogwarts, not us.

"I heard that the Ministry of Magic of your country is in London. Can you contact the Ministry of Magic and ask Mr. Ivan to come out?"

The diplomatic ambassador's face was gloomy.

Tommy Nix calmly said: "We have contacted the Minister of Magic, Hogwarts, as a European magic school, has a high status, and now it is a closed teaching, even the Ministry of Magic has not obtained permission and is not allowed to enter. ."

The diplomatic ambassador became more and more anxious, pressing his palms on the table and leaning forward, creating pressure.

"Mr. Nix, how long do we have to wait?"

Tommy Nix said with a gentle smile: "It won't take long, we will be able to contact Mr. Ivan during the Halloween holiday!"

"I hope so." The diplomatic ambassador frowned. Halloween was only a day or two away, so he could still afford to wait a day or two.

It's just that he felt that there was something hidden in the smile of this young diplomat.

To be conservative.

The diplomatic ambassador knocked on the table and said softly: "Britain and the United States have a long friendship. I hope your country will not destroy the friendship between our two countries on this."

Tommy Nix nodded with a smile, as if he couldn't hear the threat implicit in his words.

Bang!

The door to the meeting slammed open.

The staff member ran in with a flustered face, holding a document in his hand.

"We're still in a meeting, we'll talk about it later!" the diplomatic ambassador scolded.

The staff member didn't leave as he said, but walked quickly to him, leaned over and said a few words in his ear, and the diplomatic ambassador's face turned pale with a swipe.

He took a deep breath and wanted to adjust his mind, but he couldn't control the panic on his face.

"It seems that Mr. Ambassador has encountered some trouble?"

Tommy Nix was slow, without the previous caution, leaned back in his chair, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the out-of-breath ambassador, the corners of his mouth raised a happy arc.

"Let me guess..."

He paused and said, "Did California declare independence?"

The diplomatic ambassador stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, without his previous arrogance.

.....

New York time, October 29, 9:15 in the morning.

In an interview with the media, the governor of California bluntly stated that the federal government has questioned and oppressed California recently. In the front room of the Capitol, in front of countless reporters and cameras, he announced the California Declaration of Independence.

After the Wizarding State, the news of California's independence spread like a hurricane, once again shocking the world.

"Please come with me."

Under the guidance of the messenger, Dumbledore walked towards the Office of the President of the White House. In this center of America's power, he saw all kinds of life.

Everyone who passed by was shrouded in clouds, and the sky was falling apart.

Approaching the President's Office, before entering the door, the sound of broken china came from inside.

"Trash, a bunch of trash! Get out, get out of here!"

A roar came out.

Immediately after the door opened, several embarrassed men came out. They were stunned when they saw Dumbledore, but then lowered their heads and hurried away.

Dumbledore stepped into the office.

The original clean and empty office was full of mess, with newspapers, documents scattered all over the place, and broken pieces of various objects.

Dumbledore glanced at the documents and newspapers, full of shocking headlines.

"Black Day on Wall Street"

The California Declaration of Independence

"America's Collapse"

After pondering for a while, he took out his wand and turned it gently, only to see that the debris on the ground was reorganized completely, and the ink also rose from the ground and flew to the bathroom. It was like stepping back in time, and the messy office was restored to order.

Clinton raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm very sorry for letting you see this scene."

Dumbledore said solemnly, "Mr. President, I can understand your feelings."

Clinton smiled wryly and shook his head.

He sat up straight and quickly adjusted his mood.

"Professor, I heard that you are the most powerful white wizard in the magical world?"

Dumbledore was stunned when he heard the words, thinking of someone who was still at Hogwarts, and hesitantly said, "There are people outside, I can't afford to say this."

Clinton said, "Professor, I need your help!"

"When California declared its independence, we wanted to save it for the first time, but it didn't give us any chance, and even cut off the communication channel with us! This has never happened in the past, we didn't expect Grindelwald The ambition is so great!"

"The only person who can deal with Grindelwald is to teach you." Clinton lowered his stance and said sincerely, "Please help America, Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

He just felt that he was a marionette, and he would go wherever he had something to do.

"Mr. President, please tell us what you think!"

Clinton raised his head gratefully and told his thoughts.

The staff group believed that the reason why this happened in California was because the entire California government was controlled by Grindelwald's magic, and even the citizens inside became Grindelwald's believers.

So their past activities will always be discovered.

Because they didn't take into account the fact that the whole of California is an enemy!

"Simple covert operations are useless. The federal government and the Magic Congress tried it right away, and they couldn't get in touch with the core area of ​​California, and they would be discovered!"

Clinton clenched his fist and smashed it on the table.

"The only thing that can be done now is to use force to retake California!" Clinton's voice was slightly hoarse: "Unless it is a last resort, the Federation does not want to go to this step. The Federation has entered a wartime state, and three enterprise-class aircraft carriers have already departed from the base. The west coast is close."

"In order to prevent the wizard from interfering with the mothership, I have asked the Magical Council to enchant it simply."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"Mr. President, are you going to war against California?"

"No!" Clinton raised his head: "It's just a deterrent, a deterrent with the worst plan!"

Dumbledore fell silent, his heart depressed.

War, war again.

Muggle wars, wizarding wars, and Grindelwald wars.

Appearing from the Wizarding State, he couldn't help himself. Wherever there was fire, he would run to it, to make up for the calamity caused by Grindelwald-but the more the remedy, the bigger the fire.

Not long ago, the Magical Congress of New York announced its split, and some wizards took the elite to California, claiming that they were the orthodox of the Magical Congress.

The division of the wizard made Dumbledore exhausted, and he even thought about leaving America.

But besides him, who can stop Grindelwald, who knows Grindelwald?

He can only stay!

"Mr. President, I am also responsible for Grindelwald's affairs." The white wizard sighed deeply and looked tired: "I will try my best not to let the war start, and let America restore the peace of the past!"

November 1st, Halloween.

The aftermath of the California independence incident is still spreading around the world, and the news of the collapse of Wall Street has already affected European countries. Fortunately, countries have long been prepared and barely control the losses.