I'm Really an Alchemist

Strength enhancement, life extension, full moon transformation, fear of the sun, sucking human blood.

However, mental power can use venom as a material to extract the evil power and create corresponding magical effects.

The short-term enhanced power makes it afraid of sunlight and produces blood dependence.

This kind of magic effect does not fundamentally change life genes like direct injection of venom, but it can temporarily cause the enemy to receive a single magic effect.

Just imagine, two wizards are fighting each other, and one of them uses werewolf blood as a spell-casting material to smear the opponent's face.

The opponent will fall into a short period of mental confusion because of the corresponding magic effect, and thirst for human blood.

And he only suffered the negative effect of the werewolf, but did not get the positive effect of strengthening his strength.

In a duel, confusion is not a good thing.

As long as the mental power is well controlled, different magic effects can be released according to the magic power in the material. Wolf's poison can not only injure people, but also can be used as strengthening magic.

Whether it's dragon's blood, chamaejasma or magic herbs, they all have unique magical properties.

On the contrary, it is the blood of the wizard and the blood of the house-elf, the magic power contained in it is extremely turbid, and the magic power of various natures is intertwined, losing its unity, and cannot be used as a spell-casting material.

"Spiritual power-casting materials are only the first step in the new magic system, and I cannot be used as a reference sample." Zhou Qi raised his head from the experiment, the excitement in his eyes was still there, the notebook on the side unfolded on its own, and the pen was filled with spiritual power. Suspended under manipulation, quickly recorded the experimental data.

Alchemist has no value as a frame of reference.

His mental power far exceeds that of Muggles and wizards.

Since it is necessary to create a universal magic system, it must be based on the spiritual power of Muggles.

.....

"Professor Ivan, have you not rested recently?"

Pomona asked with concern.

It wasn't just the professor of herbalism, Head Hufflepuff could tell the musicians were tired, even the students.

The musician's eyes were red, bloodshot, and dark circles appeared.

You can tell you haven't slept well.

Can he sleep well? During the day he will be teaching at Hogwarts, and at night he will devote himself to research. He has not closed his eyes for three consecutive days. Anyway, this body is just a mortal body. But high-intensity work-study.

"That's why I'm here, Professor Sprout."

The musician rubbed his temples and said distressedly: "Can you make me a bottle of energy supplement potion? I still have lectures this afternoon. This state cannot be seen by the students."

Pomona returned to the herb cultivation room gently, picked off a few leaves, mashed them into juice, carefully put them into transparent bottles, and handed them to the musicians with concern.

"The medicine is only a temporary effect, you must take a good rest!"

"I understand." Zhou Qi took the medicine and said gratefully: "Tomorrow is the weekend, I will sleep well all day."

Farewell to the professor of herbalism.

Feeling the physical fatigue and mental excitement, Zhou Qi shook his head speechlessly.

Just as he was thinking about going back to the dormitory for a nap, Professor Quirrell, who was parasitized by the Dark Lord, approached enthusiastically again.

"Professor Ivan...what's the matter with you?"

Quirrell looked at the listless musician with concern.

"Recently I have insomnia, and I just asked Professor Sprout for a tranquilizer." Zhou Qidao: "What's the matter, Professor Quirrell?"

Quirrell hesitated.

Under the urging of the Dark Lord in his mind, he pulled the Muggle musician to hide in a quiet corner, and said in a low voice but excitedly: "Professor Ivan, have you heard of the elixir of life?"

The musician put on an expression of interest.

"I found clues to the elixir of life at Hogwarts, are you interested in finding it with me?" Quirrell bewitched.

The musician hesitated.

"Is there really an elixir of life... It's not that I don't believe it exists, but shouldn't we inform Professor Dumbledore first?"

Quirrell was in a hurry.

"Professor Ivan, if other professors know this news, what chance do we have of getting it?" Quirrell's voice softened, empathizing with him: "In this school, there are only two of us who are alone and helpless, and you are my best friend." Good and only friend, I will tell you this news."

Musicians feel the power of camaraderie.

He held Quirrell's hands and his eyes became firm.

"Professor Quirrell, I shouldn't doubt you. When I rest well, I will go with you to find the elixir of life!"

Quirrell looked at the Muggle musician who was struggling with his spirit, with disgust in his eyes, he pulled out his palm without a trace, and said happily: "That's really great, Professor Ivan, you have a good rest, I will find a chance to take you to find The elixir of life!"

After finishing speaking, he straightened his wizard robes, blinked at the musician, and turned to leave.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Zhou Qi saw Voldemort's staring, vicious expression through the thick scarf.

"This guy is trying to drag me to find the Philosopher's Stone!"

If you think on your knees, you know what kind of plans Voldemort is planning.

Zhou Qi's eyes flickered slightly, and an interesting thought came to him. He yawned, dragged his tired body back to the dormitory, and took a nap for a few hours.

Take the energy potion in the afternoon, and finish the last class of the week conscientiously.

Zhou Qi also paid attention to the life of the deduction trio.

Harry et al. have nothing to hide from the esteemed musicians who are working hard for their upcoming final exams.

By the way, a match of wits with the pesky Malfoy.

Hagrid got a dragon egg not long ago, and I hope Professor Ivan will not tell others, after all, it is forbidden for private individuals to raise dragons.

"Harry, I suggest you persuade Hagrid to give me the dragon egg... Cough, Ron's brother will deal with it..." Zhou Qi almost said that he gave the dragon egg to himself for research.

Harry was puzzled.

Zhou Qi pointed out the seriousness of raising dragons privately, and might even be held accountable by the Ministry of Magic. The deduction trio suddenly fell silent. They didn't want to see their good friend Hagrid lose his job as a guard of the Forbidden Forest.

The trio still made up their minds and went to the Forbidden Forest hut together.

Before returning to the dormitory to rest, Zhou Qi went to the herbal medicine professor again, but this time, he made a strange request.

"You want a live Mandrake?"

Pomona had a weird expression on her face.

"Mandrake is a dangerous magical medicinal material, and it has no ornamental value. When you pull out the soil pot, it will make a scream that can make people unconscious. Professor Ivan, if you need other medicinal materials, I can provide them."

If it weren't for Zhou Qi's affection for Hufflepuff, Pomona's tone would not be so hesitant, and she would resolutely reject this request.

"Professor Sprout, you know, I have always been very interested in magical medicinal materials, and I have also mastered the laws of Mandrake." Zhou Qi took out a sound-proof earmuff, "I will protect myself."

"But...."

Pomona is in a dilemma.

Zhou Qi said disappointedly: "Since you are unwilling, professor, then I won't make it difficult for you. I'm really sorry, but I made the unreasonable request!"

Headmaster Hufflepuff looked at the disappointed expression of the Muggle professor. She thought of Hufflepuff's increase of one hundred and sixty points, and thought that Hufflepuff was about to usher in the first best contribution award student in history.

Blushing with shame, she stopped the musician.

Pomona went to the herbal medicine classroom, brought out a pot of mandrakes with yellow branches and leaves, and sighed: "This pot of mandrakes is going to die of old age, and I am going to give it to Professor Snape as a potion material." Yes, since you need Professor Ivan, take it away!"

"Its howl shouldn't have any effect on Muggles."

Pomona has made big concessions.

Zhou Qi happily took the grass pot, and sincerely thanked the professor of herbal medicine. When he was about to leave, he made another small request.

"Professor Sprout, I hope you will not tell anyone else about this."

Although Pomona felt strange, she also agreed.

Zhou Qi returned to the dormitory with a withered mandrake. He leaned against the bed and took out a dark book from the bookcase.

"Parseltongue Interpretation"

Parseltongue is not the privilege of the heirs of Slytherin. Since it is a language, there must be corresponding laws and ways to learn it. Zhou Qi learned from Bojinbok's thirty-seven black magic books, Find this language book.

And his purpose is quite simple.

Chamber of Secrets.

.....

Hogwarts is pretty quiet on weekends.

Both professors and students are enjoying a rare vacation.

Wearing a black robe and covering his face in a hood, the black wizard walked quietly in the castle, avoiding the sight of portraits and ghosts, walking in a blind spot that cannot be observed.

The black wizard came to the basement and the bathroom on the first floor.

This women's bathroom with evil spirits has long been abandoned, and no one usually uses it.

Because of the Chamber of Secrets incident fifty years ago, the only dead person died in this bathroom, and now there are still ghosts of the dead wandering here.

"No one likes myrtle, everyone hates myrtle."

An ethereal singing sound came from the closed compartment.

The undead girl heard strange footsteps, floated out of the compartment, floated on the ceiling, and looked down at the dark wizard curiously.

"who are you?"

No one came to this bathroom for a long time, and all the students avoided it. Myrtle was not as popular as the other ghosts of the castle, and many students hated this crazy girl very much.

"Are you here to laugh at me too?"

Suddenly Myrtle approached the Dark Wizard, pretending to be miserable.

"look here."

The black wizard stretched out his hand, and a magnificent ruby ​​hung down from his palm. Myrtle was also a girl, so her eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the beautiful ruby.

Then, she was hypnotized.

The soul and spirit are entangled, and they cannot escape spiritual hypnosis.

After driving the soulless girl out of the bathroom, the dark wizard came to the sink, found the bronze faucet engraved with little snakes, and yelled softly in a hoarse and ugly Parseltongue.