I'm Really an Alchemist

"You can call me - Gui Xianren!"

Ai 574.

Sun Wufan worships Guixianren as his teacher, and his Taoist name is Jinchan.

Chapter 357 Chapter 1 Pianist Ivan (please subscribe!)

1990 12 Month 24 Day.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry held a lively Christmas party as usual.

Defeated the first Dark Lord Grindelwald, known as the greatest white wizard - Albus Dumbledore returned to the principal's office after the party.

The good mood on Christmas Eve was disturbed by the intruding woman.

"Professor, I can understand your idea of ​​wanting to dance with me." Dumbledore joked innocuously: "But you should invite me at the ball, not my office after the end."

The intruding woman had unkempt hair, a protruding frontal bone, and large black-rimmed glasses.

Divination professor Sybill Trelawney is a teacher not many students like.

Whether it's the chatty style of the class or the fact that she doesn't have the wit and grace of the other teachers, Divination is never a required course.

"The star of destiny has shifted..." Sybil approached Dumbledore nervously, a strong smell of sherry cooking wine rushed into the white wizard's nostrils, "the one with the power of the Dark Lord , divided into seven....he will die on the night when the full moon rises."

"Professor Trelawney!"

Dumbledore's face darkened.

He remembered such a prophecy, before the savior Harry Potter was born.

The Trelawney family, with the lineage of prophets, will clearly describe their fate at special moments and under special circumstances.

No one can resist fate!

"The world is like a swaying ship, sailing on the dark sea..." Sybil screamed: "The gods are crying, the demons are crying, we have brought the end!"

The divination professor was crying and laughing madly.

After sending the unconscious prophet to the school hospital, the white wizard sat back heavily on the chair.

He took out the school roster from the drawer, turned to a familiar page, and found the name in the sixth row and fourth column——Harry Potter.

The destined savior will enter school in September next year, and according to the trajectory of fate, he will become the sworn enemy of the second Dark Lord.

"The star of destiny shifts..."

Trelawney's new prophecy gave the headmaster of Hogwarts a bad feeling.

Dumbledore's face was serious, he closed the colonel's roster, and looked out the window at the dark night.

the same moment.

On the streets of London with lights and festoons celebrating Christmas, in the dark and deep alleys, an Asian teenager walked out of a woolen coat, with his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly to the front of the store.

"A whiteboard is born again!"

Zhou Qi walked into the store and exchanged the self-made gold coins with the boss for three hundred pounds.

He looked at the reflection in the glass window and sighed softly.

Choosing the world of Harry Potter was a common idea of ​​the previous generations. The reason is that this world has a high upper limit of magic, and there are no gods in the world, so it is most suitable for doing things.

The previous generations have come to the end of the three paths of technology, force, and immortality.

The burden on the magic side rests on me!

It is not allowed to practice martial arts, it is not allowed to cultivate immortals, and it is not allowed to climb the technology tree.

"Forget it, I'm used to it!"

Zhou Qi didn't want to complain about himself. He took three hundred pounds and walked on the streets of London, secretly testing the tolerance of the world.

Alchemy can be used.

Xingyue Magic was rejected.

There is no so-called magic power in this world, and Xingyue magic cannot be used. If Zhou Qi wants to use magic, he can only use alchemy to replace the energy of the earth's crust to support the release of magic.

But before that, he had to install a few magic circuits on his whiteboard body.

Fucking whiteboard start!

Zhou Qi still couldn't help complaining about himself.

Even with the supernatural ability of alchemy, he would not dare to contact the group of wizards who are in the late stages of persecution and paranoia. The spellcasters in the HP world are simply brilliant. The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division can see how serious their persecution paranoia is!

If you can use magic without wizard blood, the wizarding world may be turned upside down.

(In the eyes of wizards, any supernatural power is magic)

"Find a reasonable reason to contact the wizarding world."

Zhou Qi walked leisurely on the street, he wasn't worried about the issue of identity, there were at least thousands of ways to obtain a normal identity.

But a Muggle is a Muggle.

Not even a Squib who can't cast magic, but has the blood of a wizard!

Suddenly, he paused and stopped at the bustling Christmas Square, where he was attracted by the large LED screen.

It was the London Philharmonic Orchestra's Christmas concert at the Royal Albert Hall.

Melodious and moving music, quietly flowing in the square.

Zhou Qi's eyes moved, and then he came up with a new idea. He smiled, hugged his coat tightly, quickly mixed into the crowd, and disappeared into the street.

half year later.

The Dursleys, who live at 4 Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey, are as rowdy as ever.

"Harry! Let me tell you, today is Dudley's eleventh birthday, you better be honest with me!" The host Vernon Dursley straightened his suit and tie, although in Harry Potter's eyes, the suit was worn by his uncle It's like a pig wrapped in plastic wrap.

"I could stay home!" said Harry Potter.

Usually, on Dudley's birthday, he would be sent to Mrs. Figg two streets away, in a cabbage-smelling room, listening to her and the cat's stories.

And this time Mrs. Figg broke her leg.

Harry was overjoyed, which meant that as long as his uncle's family went out, the whole home was his paradise, and he could watch his favorite TV programs on this day, or play with Dudley's computer.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Uncle Vernon approached Harry angrily: "Don't play tricks in front of me!"

In the room, under the careful dressing of Aunt Petunia, cousin Dudley in a small suit walked into the living room with an uneasy expression, and said, "Why don't you go to the amusement park, you always take me to the amusement park !"

Uncle Vernon is very gentle towards his son.

"My baby!" He waved the four concert tickets and said proudly: "This is the concert ticket I managed to get. You can go to the amusement park anytime, but at the concert, the performers will celebrate you. Birthday, that is a very rare experience!"

Dudley muttered a few words, but was barely persuaded.

Most importantly, being able to spend your birthday in the Royal Concert Hall is something worth bragging to your friends about!

"But I don't want to go to the concert hall."

Harry muttered quietly, but no one paid attention.

These few tickets to the Royal Concert Hall were carefully carried by Vernon. His idea was not so simple as celebrating his son's birthday.

The famous Asian musician, known as the youngest hall-level pianist, and honorary lecturer of the Royal Academy of Music - Qi Zhou finished his European music tour, returned to London, and gave a concert to the general public Come celebrate yourself with a Grammy.

As a middle-class Dursley family, they all want to join the upper class.

Now I am fortunate enough to get a few tickets. If I make some influential friends through the topic of music, it will be of great help to my career.

Wouldn't want to bring a nephew on an occasion like this though.

But Vernon had no other choice, he didn't want to leave Harry Potter alone at home, he had to keep an eye on it.

After many warnings.

The Dursleys drove to the Royal Concert Hall.

The place is already overcrowded, full of families in full dress, elegant and polite, the Dursleys are as out of place as groundhogs, they don't have any aristocratic temperament.

Harry watched his uncle and aunt with his cousin Dudley pretending to be elegant, he pulled his suit and tie - this dress was worn by Dudley the year before - and hid behind his uncle's back.

He is still very curious about the concert hall, and has never been to such a place before.

"Hey! Is this your first time listening to Mr. Ivan's performance too?"

A crisp voice appeared in Harry's ear.

Harry turned his head carefully. It was a girl of the same age with thick brown hair and brown eyes.

"Mr. Ivan?" Harry glanced at his uncle's family who were having a passionate relationship with someone, and asked this girl who seemed extremely excited.

The girl covered her mouth in disbelief.

"Did you come to his show and don't know his name?"

Harry was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I have never been exposed to music, I was brought here by my uncle!"

"Oh! Alright!" The girl nodded, clenched her hands into fists, put them on her chest reverently, and looked at the magnificent concert hall: "The musician who came from the mysterious Far East has won the Gretel Award and the gramophone in just half a year. Award-winning pianist, his Far Eastern name is Qi Zhou, and his English name is Ivan.”

"You adore him!"

The girl glared at Harry, and said: "Of course, even Her Majesty the Queen is very fond of Mr. Ivan, no woman can refuse an elegant and intellectual musician..." She emphasized: "Even the future adult!"

Before Harry could respond, someone yelled, "Hermione, Hermione Granger!"

"I am here!"

The girl turned her head and waved, then waved at the little boy wearing glasses, and ran away happily.

At this time, Uncle Vernon had the cheek to ask for a lot of business cards, and he was in a good mood.

He comforted his son whose smile was stiff, and the family followed the crowd into the music hall and found their seats.

The lights dimmed.

The curtain slowly opened, and an upright piano was located in the center of the stage. There was no symphony team or conductor. This was a solo piano solo.