I'm Really an Alchemist

"Professor Ivan!"

Zhou Qi borrowed new books from the library, walked up the moving stairs with his arms in his arms, and heard someone calling.

He followed the voice and saw the portrait knight on the wall.

The portrait knight said: "Professor Ivan, Dumbledore is waiting for you in the principal's office!"

Dumbledore looking for me?

Zhou Qi is a little strange. He has been keeping himself safe recently, he has kept his promise, and his relationship with the professors has eased too much. Shouldn't he be reported by his real name again?

I don't think so.

Zhou Qi could only hold the thick leather book with his chest, and came to the principal's office at the top of the castle. The stone beast at the door was dozing off, glanced at the musician, and turned away without letting him speak the password.

The principal's office on the eighth floor has the best view of Hogwarts. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can see the blue sky, the endless mountains, and the dark and vast black lake.

The office is also decorated with jack-o-lanterns.

The portraits of past principals on the wall, except for a few serious principals, are all dressed up in Halloween costumes.

Zhou Qi didn't see Dumbledore, his eyes were attracted by the sorting hat on the cabinet.

"Hey, Ivan!"

An elegant female headmaster pinched her skirt happily and said, "What does Halloween look like in the Muggle world, can you tell me about it?"

Other principals came interested.

"Muggle Halloweens are fake, but your Halloweens are real."

Zhou Qi summed up the difference between the two in one sentence. Halloween at Hogwarts really involves the participation of ghosts, wizards, witches and magical creatures.

The headmistress rolled her eyes speechlessly, and pointed to the inner floor of the office.

When Zhou Qi walked in, the white wizard had painted his face with make-up and was taking care of an aging phoenix.

"Fox is too old to walk."

The white wizard stroked the phoenix's feathers sadly.

Watching the old man perform, Zhou Qi exposed his poor acting skills: "I've watched "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". The phoenix can be reborn in flames. Even if you die, it won't die."

Phoenix flapped its wings and looked at its master with contempt.

Dumbledore quickly restrained his sad expression and shrugged his shoulders: "Well, although our Professor Ivan is a Muggle, he is also a master of theories. Look, when you come to my office, you don't forget to bring a book ...Oh, "Lives and Languages ​​of Giants", you have already started to learn the languages ​​of other races, and the language of giants is quite difficult."

The white wizard is a little proud, after all, he is a language master who is proficient in giant language, goblin accent, mermaid language, and ancient runes.

"I'm researching the magic system of magical creatures." The musician pulled the stool over politely, and sat down steadily: "Even house elves have a higher level of magic than wizards, and I'm curious how wizards enslave this race. "

The white wizard was dumbfounded.

The history of house elves is extremely long, so long that it is not even recorded in books, of course he doesn't know it.

"It seems that you have not given up on learning magic." Dumbledore said helplessly: "So is this also the reason why you and Professor Quirrell are so close?"

Huh.

Zhou Qi finally knew Dumbledore's purpose.

Sure enough, he was controlling Quirrell's whereabouts. Poor Voldemort was eaten to death by the White Wizard.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell gave me a few black magic books. I think I should be able to find ways for Muggles to learn magic from them."

There is nothing undeniable about this.

White Wizard: "I suggest you return those books on black magic to Professor Quirrell, and keep your contact with him less... You know, wizards who study black magic are generally not in the right mind! Hmm... Please keep it secret for me, if other people know that the headmaster speaks ill of the professor behind his back, my reputation will be lost."

Return the books to Quirrell, of course no problem.

Anyway, the knowledge is almost exhausted, if Voldemort can't come up with better knowledge, such as the Unforgivable Curse and the method of making Horcruxes, then his use value will be gone.

Zhou Qi didn't want to be labeled a Death Eater if he didn't discover the mysteries of magic.

"Well, I also think Professor Quirrell is not normal."

Zhou Qi was going to restore the book and return it to Qi Luo, of course he had to find an excuse to explain why the black magic curse in the book disappeared.

It doesn't matter if you don't explain.

Voldemort didn't dare to ask!

"If there's nothing else to do, then I'll go back first." Zhou Qi patted the thick-skinned book and said, "I plan to turn on the lamp to learn Giant Language tonight."

Wizard Bai said: "There is one more thing. I hope you can give a solo piano performance on Halloween. I will prepare the auditorium for you. If you need anything, you can also ask me."

Zhou Qi waved his hand, expressing that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted, and walked out of the principal's office with the books in his arms.

Dumbledore sat on the chair, stroking the feathers of the phoenix, and thinking.

"Since you see that Quirrell has something to do with Voldemort, why don't you arrest him, but let him go."

The portrait of the previous principal in the office, and the most serious principal, Armando Dippet, asked in a low voice.

The principal, who resigned due to the Chamber of Secrets incident, has a convincing temperament.

"Voldemort has Horcruxes, and there are more than one." Dumbledore said indifferently: "If you only destroy one, it will have no effect at all. Instead, it will lurk like a poisonous snake. I am waiting for a suitable opportunity, an opportunity that can really solve him. "

"What about Professor Ivan?"

The female headmaster sneered and said, "You knew how much Voldemort hated Muggles, and you allowed him to hang around in front of Voldemort. Dumbledore, you really don't even want your face to train Harry Potter."

Dumbledore fell silent.

"I arranged for Snape to secretly protect Professor Ivan." He said calmly, "As long as Harry Potter lives up to his original fate, what does it matter if he sacrifices my life?"

The portraits fell silent collectively.

It is undeniable.

Dumbledore is a real white wizard and the most qualified principal of Hogwarts. He will only choose the most reasonable path, no matter how many people will be sacrificed on this path.

Before the stairs on the third floor, the musician returned the two black magic books to Quirrell.

"Professor Ivan." Quirrell stammered, "Do you have any opinions on them, or do you need simpler magic books?"

Zhou Qi spread his hands and said: "No, I have memorized the contents of these two books."

"Recite it?!"

Not only Quirrell, but even Voldemort in the scarf widened his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, thank you for your books." The musician said sincerely: "I have learned a lot here, and they have inspired me a lot of music inspiration, even if Muggles cannot use the above magic."

Quirrell was so dazed that he didn't even know when the musician left.

His face darkened instantly.

Voldemort's furious roar rang in his head.

"Damn, despicable, disgusting Muggles!"

Voldemort finally had a sense of humiliation that he was being played. He tortured Quirrell's hearing with a hoarse and ugly voice.

"Quirrell, on Halloween, release your troll and smash his head!"

.....

The much-anticipated Halloween has finally arrived.

Hogwarts ushered in a sea of ​​fun, not only a day off, but also a Halloween meal provided by house elves.

All four colleges will gather in the auditorium to have a meal together.

Before that, you can also enjoy the performance of international pianist.

"This is an opportunity to test your level of magic spells." Zhou Qitian said shamelessly, "It's just carrying a piano, you have to be careful, if you accidentally smash it, the performance will be gone."

The student who was pulled to be a strong man rolled his eyes.

These few are all senior students, and the freshmen's mastery of the floating spell is not enough to lift a [-]-kilogram performance-grade grand piano.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Seniors waved wands and whispered incantations.

The piano in the classroom floated up, and the students were shaking from their wands to their arms. Obviously, lifting such a heavy object was also a burden for them.

"Hey, are you going to carry the piano to the auditorium?"

The Weasley twins, who had always been restless at school, happened to pass by. They greeted Zhou Qi cheerfully, and then walked in front of these students, swaying their bodies, turning around and laughing from time to time.

Speaking of which, the Marauder's Map is still in Gemini's hands.

Zhou Qi originally wanted to get this map, but after thinking about it, he found out that even opening the map requires a magic wand to cast spells, so he gave up.

"Professor Ivan!"

When he turned the corner, Professor Quirrell stopped him.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts was still enthusiastic, as if he was happy because of the festive atmosphere.

"I'm really looking forward to your performance!"

"Thank you." Zhou Qi thanked politely.

Quirrell said excitedly: "I suggested to Dumbledore to let the skeleton orchestra accompany your performance, but I didn't get permission... Do you think it fits the atmosphere of Halloween to let the skeleton accompany the piano!"

The Skeleton Band is one of the magical species at Hogwarts.

It was a group of skeletons proficient in percussion and wind playing.

Let the skeletons accompany... It was a ghostly idea. Of course Zhou Qi saw that Quirrell had bad intentions, but the musicians would not let go of anything related to music. As expected, after Quirrell proposed.

The musician looked interested.

"Skeletons, what a genius idea!"

Quirrell said regretfully: "There is no time now, we can only wait for Halloween next year."

The musician thought for a while, called a third-grade student, and said, "Don't wait until next year, I'll ask them to move the piano to the auditorium. I'll invite these bands now. This performance must be an unforgettable one!"

The musician dragged the third-year students who passed by eating melons, and strode towards Hogwarts Castle.

Quirrell looked at his back, blinked his eyes in a daze, focused on the reluctant student, and a glint of haze flashed in his eyes.

"Professor Ivan, I still have to go to the auditorium!"