I'm Really an Alchemist

The discussion gradually died down.

Even the Dursleys, who were not interested in music, did not dare to mess around in this atmosphere.

It wasn't until a handsome young man with black hair and black pupils in a tuxedo walked up the stage that the Dursleys let out a low exclamation. This pianist was a bit too young.

"This is Mr. Ivan?"

Envy rose in Harry's heart.

Having fame and glory, enjoying the admiration and longing of countless people, this is simply the future in Harry Potter's dreams. As a little transparent, he envies the life under the spotlight.

But he, who can only go to public colleges even in junior high school, is unable to achieve such a beautiful life.

Ivan bowed slightly to the crowd and sat on the piano bench.

His white and slender fingers rested on the black and white keys, and then, like picking flowers, he pressed down gently.

The ethereal prelude sounded.

Like forest water, it flows slowly in the hearts of the audience, leading everyone into the dreamlike ethereal world at once.

Followed by a small and rapid rhythm, accompanied by melodious G major.

At this moment, the audience, who was indulging in the ethereal world, seemed to be on the scene, as if they saw the elves and fairies having fun, and also saw the knights attacking recklessly. During world travel, relax your mind.

"This is music!"

Harry Potter's heart was gripped tightly by the changeable tunes, and even Dudley, who could not sit still, was fascinated by the fantasy music melody.

Looking at the focused expression of the young man in tuxedo on the stage who was intoxicated in the performance, and the brisk hands on the keys, he felt the elegance and movingness of the music for the first time.

"What tune is this?"

Harry Potter asked unconsciously.

Someone next to him answered him: "This is the Hathaway variation created by Mr. Ivan. Generally speaking, it requires the cooperation of the orchestra, but Mr. Ivan used the piano to re-arrange the whole piece!"

The British gentleman sighed softly: "As expected of Mr. Ivan, the successor of classical music in the new era, it would be great if we were native British."

England has not had a musician for hundreds of years.

A Hathaway Variation ended.

Before the audience escaped from the light world, Ivan, who was playing, clenched his fists, his eyes seemed to be burning with anger, as if he wanted to choke the throat of fate, and he clapped his hands heavily on the keys.

Deng Deng Deng Deng!

The powerful prelude dragged Harry out of the fairy tale at once.

Symphony No. [-] in C minor.

Symphony of Destiny!

Like a showmanship, the young man's fingers fluttered like butterflies on the keys, the pain and joy intertwined, and the dense rhythm made Harry breathless, as if he had seen his miserable childhood.

She lived a life of humiliation at her aunt's house.

Harry clenched his fists unconsciously, and sank into it with the rhythm of the music. In the third act, he substituted himself into the music, feeling a sense of the injustice of fate and the favoritism of the Dursleys. got angry.

In the long node, the music stopped abruptly at the peak of the intro, and when everyone raised their minds, it was as if the clouds opened and the fog appeared, and the soft music sounded, and the soft rhythm soothed the wounded soul.

In the end, the Symphony of Destiny ended with a heavy rhythm.

Harry Potter unconsciously covered his heart and smiled, as if he had defeated fate and obtained a brand new self.

After the concert, there was no more heart-touching music like the Symphony of Destiny. It seemed that in order to mediate emotions, several capitals after that were classical music created by pianist Ivan.

Finally, twelve o'clock at noon.

When the concert came to an end, the young pianist got up and bowed to the audience.

After a moment of silence, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Harry saw his cousin Dudley who was a few seats away from him, and they all applauded excitedly. He knew how successful this concert would be.

The British gentleman next to him was writing down something with a pen, and said with emotion: "After this concert, Ivan's position in the hearts of the middle class has been established, and there will be no objections to the award from Her Majesty the Queen. I can't be called Mr. Ivan from now on, I have to be called Baron Ivan!"

After the concert ended, everyone did not have time to leave.

Before the host stepped onto the stage, smiling, he announced a big news.

After winning the Gretel Award, pianist Ivan will not hold concerts in the near future. He will be a piano teacher for a period of time to experience different careers and gain musical inspiration.

As soon as I heard about it.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia became excited, pulling their son and pushing forward.

Which family does not want their children to get a better educational environment, especially students who become famous musicians, even temporary students.

All of a sudden, these families didn't care about maintaining elegance and etiquette, and rushed to squeeze in front of Ivan to sell their children.

"Mr. Ivan, my daughter has a talent for music since she was a child!"

"My son, too, has loved the piano since he was three!"

Harry Potter stood far away. He looked enviously at his cousin who was pulled in by his uncle, but he knew clearly that he did not have this chance.

Relying on his size, Uncle Vernon pushed his son to the front, and said courteously to the pianist: "Mr. Ivan, my son also likes music very much. Do you think he has a talent for music?"

Zhou Qi glanced at Dudley's chubby carrot-like fingers, complaining in his heart, with an elegant smile on his face.

"Anyone can achieve certain achievements in music as long as they work hard!"

"About music teaching, please sign up with my assistant first. We will randomly select ten families to give piano lessons for a period of one month. The weekly salary is 50 pounds. If you are willing, please go to the next hall to sign up."

A weekly salary of £50 was quite a good income in London, England in 1991, and most middle-class people were in debt.

But 50 pounds is nothing compared to Zhou Qi's status as a musician. How many aristocrats and upper classes in the UK are willing to spend a lot of money to hire him as an exclusive tutor and band host.

Vernon felt that no matter how hard it was, he couldn't suffer for his children. What if his son really had a talent for music?

No matter how bad it is, being able to become Mr. Ivan's student is something to be proud of. Maybe he can use this as an opportunity to make his career to a higher level.

The agricultural machinery manager gritted his teeth and helped his unwilling son sign up.

The end result was unexpected, yet pleasant.

In the list of ten students, Dudley Dursley was actually selected.

What surprised and disappointed Harry even more was that the brown-haired girl whom he met by chance before, Hermione Granger was also on the list.

"There is nothing more fortunate than today, my baby is going to be a great musician!"

Aunt Petunia hugged the silly Dudley, and kissed happily on the cheek.

"It's terrible!" Dudley was still fighting for his only vacation: "Why should I waste an hour every weekend on learning musical instruments, that's my rest time!"

But one rare time, his madness didn't change his parents' minds.

On the way home, Harry clung to the car door, listening to his cousin's words of refusal, and looked through the window at the dark London sky.

why it's not me?

He thought so.

PS: Harry Potter volume officially set sail, musician Ivan set foot in the field of magic

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Chapter 358 Chapter 2 Home Visit (for subscription)

On weekends, at eight o'clock in the morning.

Vernon Dursley deliberately got up early on this day, drove the car, and took his fat sleepy son to the residence of the musician Ivan.

According to the agreement, Dudley Dursley's teaching time is from ten o'clock to eleven o'clock every Sunday.

One month of teaching, one hour of music theory teaching per week.

£50 a week.

Vernon was driving the car, looking through the rearview mirror at his fat son dozing off against the car window, shaking as the car drove, the fat on his face trembling endlessly.He began to wonder whether it was worth spending a lot of money on himself?

Is my silly son really musical?

After the concert, Vernon calmed down with all his enthusiasm. He began to feel sorry for his family business, scolded the capitalist scoundrel, and charged 50 pounds for only one hour of teaching a week!

Vampires really should hang up!

While complaining, the car drove into Kensington-Chelsea, London.

This is an old-fashioned wealthy living area in London. Not only is the environment superior to Surrey, where Vernon lives, but the number of luxury cars on the road has also increased unknowingly. If you scratch a car, you can declare bankruptcy.

Dudley also woke up, lying on the window in awe.

"Dad, can we live here?" Dudley rolled down the car window, pointed at the buildings with British aristocratic style and exclaimed, his tone was full of admiration. At the age of eleven, he still didn't know what class difference was.

Live you big head ghost!

Vernon scolded his son's talkativeness in his heart, even if he multiplied his family property by a hundred times, he still wouldn't be able to buy a house here.

He wisely shut his mouth and did not respond to his son. He looked at this peaceful and elegant rich man's living area with admiration, wondering if musicians really make so much money, if Dudley could learn the real skills from Mr. Ivan, Is it possible to move here in the future?

With anticipation.

The car drove into the garden villa and parked in the spacious open-air parking lot.

Under the guidance of the housekeeper, Vernon led Dudley into the living room of the villa, and the leisurely and pleasant piano sound flowed slowly.

"Mr. Dursley, you can wait here for the end of the lesson, or pick him up in an hour."

The butler behaved politely, with a warm smile on his face.

Vernon carefully sat on the chair. In such an environment, his little pride as an agricultural machinery manager had long been forgotten, and he whispered: "I, I'll just wait here for the end, and I don't need to trouble you!"

"I understand." The butler didn't seem to see Vernon's embarrassment, and asked decently: "Do you need dessert? We have a French chef invited from the royal family here. I recommend his tiramisu. A cup of fragrant Panama Geisha coffee is the best treat in the morning.”