I'm Really an Alchemist

I don't know how many careless enemies there are, thinking that taking his wand away is all right.

"Casting spells without a staff is pretty tenacious."

Zhou Qi was amazed.

The black wizard's complexion changed slightly, he squeezed his handprints suddenly, glared at the alchemist, and said softly, "Cruciatus..."

The last syllable was not pronounced.

The alchemist wrapped his throat around his throat with tremendous spiritual power, and choked out the spell.

"You should learn to chant spells silently." Zhou Qi lifted up the black wizard extremely indifferently, and the devil vine retreated in all directions with his thoughts. The evil wizard from Africa was lifted in mid-air by spiritual force, struggling with pain from suffocation twist.

Finally, his eyes rolled white and he foamed at the mouth.

Zhou Qi threw him on the ground. The black wizard had lost the will to resist. He looked at the alchemist with fear on his face.

"Please, don't kill me!"

The dark wizard who didn't take human life seriously, finally felt the fear and despair of those who died at his hands. He knelt down on the ground and wept bitterly.

"I just want your body."

The alchemist smiled gently. Under the dark wizard's bewildered and expectant eyes, majestic spiritual power came out of his body and blatantly rushed into the dark wizard's brain.

The black wizard's eyes widened suddenly.

His consciousness was pulled away, his soul was squeezed out.

At this moment, his body was controlled by a higher authority, and his spiritual body was squeezed out of his body abruptly.

"What have you done to me! Demon!"

The dark wizard screamed in terror.

Zhou Qi frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, squeezed the floating spirit body of the black wizard into a transparent ball, and threw it on the test bench, while he cut a part of his spiritual power and slowly injected it into the black-skinned youth in the body.

The youth's eyes regained their agility.

"Not bad." The young man moved his body and stood opposite Zhou Qi.

The alchemist moved in sync with the youth, nodding in satisfaction.

The two bodies are operated by the same consciousness, Zhou Qi quickly found the knack of dual-purpose, when the main body was acting, he also controlled the dark-skinned youth to perform other actions.

This is the purpose of the alchemist.

I want to study magic, but I don't have magic power, and I don't want to be a blood wizard, what should I do?

simple.

Create a temporary body that can be used for two purposes.

And what better way to discover the mysteries of magic than to experience magic firsthand?

"Is this magic power?" The black wizard avatar took the wand in his hand, felt the magic power in his body, and said lightly, "It's as clean as new."

A wave appeared from the wand, cleaning the black wizard clone and the magic laboratory to a new look.

"This body is quite easy to use." The black wizard avatar showed a happy smile. The accumulation of magic he possessed finally has a place to play. The origin of wizards and humans comes from the African continent. African wizards follow blood, and the purity is even high. For a pure blood family like Malfoy.

Although this dark wizard named Pilates is a half-blood wizard.

But he still has plenty of magic power and excellent talent.

It's just that I'm not satisfied with Nego's skin color and appearance.

The black wizard avatar walked to the mirror, and slowly, his skin changed from the deep black of chocolate to the light white of Caucasians, and his curly hair and appearance also slowly adjusted. Finally, the one who appeared in front of the mirror was the one who stole Gringotts French look.

Zhou Qi's nearly one-year magic accumulation at Hogwarts has been fully developed through this wizard body.

Whether it is transfiguration or various spells, he is handy. He has developed the blood of wizards to the limit, and possesses magical talents no less than Dumbledore.

"Since I'm a French wizard, my name is Dubois."

Dubois changed into a dark wizard costume, and said to the main body: "We have the same thinking, you are studying new magic at Hogwarts, and I will attract the attention of Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic."

Dubois turned into a black shadow and used apparition to leave the villa.

...

Zhou Qi focused on controlling the wizard avatar, and he quickly got used to the difference between teaching and researching at Hogwarts while using the dark wizard avatar to do things.

With this dark wizard avatar, many things are much more convenient.

Not only can he use magic to explore the secrets of magic itself, but he can also swagger to collect Horcruxes.

Dubois's first stop was Gaunt's old house. It didn't take much effort to find Marvolo Gaunt's ring.

No one knew that this ring discarded at the foot of the bed in the abandoned house was not only Voldemort's Horcrux, but also the resurrection stone among the three Deathly Hallows. Zhou Qi suppressed the idea of ​​taking the resurrection stone.

This kind of resurrection stone can even kill Dumbledore, who knows if there will be any sequelae.

He just put away the Horcrux.

As for Slytherin's locket, it was placed in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius' old house, and was guarded by house elves. Zhou Qi didn't take it back in order not to startle the snake.

It's still a long time anyway.

The unrestrained and strange-looking wizard was finally targeted by the Ministry of Magic. In the hotel where Dubois lived, the Ministry of Magic Auror and the Gringotts goblin carried out an ambush.

Dark wizard Dubois breaks out from the siege of Aurors and goblins.

Gringotts finally found the wizard who stole the treasury, but it was helpless to find that this wizard was not only a master of transfiguration, but also a master of black magic. want to touch him.

Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic were fooled by this French dark wizard, and their reputation was greatly lost.

Newspapers even described the dark wizard Dubois as the third generation of the Dark Lord.

It's just that this Dark Lord doesn't attack ordinary wizards. He only plays with the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts. He also takes compound potions to transform into a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, swaggers into the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, and steals a time-turner.

All of a sudden, his reputation grew.

Among ordinary wizarding groups, there is even a wind of worship.

As a last resort, Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic could only cooperate, and invited the White Wizard of Hogwarts with a lot of money and honor.

"The third-generation Dark Lord, it's ridiculous!"

Voldemort scanned the newspaper, furious.

Only he can have the title of Dark Lord, what kind of cats and dogs can also use this title?

Can being a thief become the Dark Lord?

The first generation of the Dark Lord set off a magical world war. The second generation of the Dark Lord has no wizards who dare to call him by his name. Horror covers the British Isles. The name of the Dark Lord symbolizes power and fear.

Don't say Voldemort didn't take Dubois seriously.

Even Dumbledore.

Wizard Bai only took this incident as a quick side note. After all, Gringotts has done so generously. As the principal, running a thousand-year-old school requires both honor and money.

Nor did he think that this strange French wizard would be a problem.

Grindelwald is not tricky, Tom Riddle is not tricky?

Dumbledore has never seen anything.

When the White Wizard left Hogwarts, Voldemort knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally come.

"Professor Ivan, the time has come." Quirrell whispered, "I will take you to find the Philosopher's Stone tonight."

The musician hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

"I see. I will wait for you on the third floor tonight."

Quirrell nodded in satisfaction. Seeing the musician's gloomy expression, he comforted him in a gentle voice: "Professor Ivan, don't be too anxious. If you get the Philosopher's Stone, so what if you are kicked out of Hogwarts? , these are nothing."

"What's more, you are a Muggle baron, and the laws of the Ministry of Magic can't control you."

Bewitched by Professor Quirrell, the musician finally let go of his grievances.

The two are separate.

Zhou Qi quickly restrained the emotion on his face. He found his diehard admirer, a third-year Hufflepuff student - Moore Arnold, and handed over a letter to him.

"Moore, take this letter away. If I don't ask you to reply to this letter by tomorrow evening, you can forward it to Professor Sprout."

"Don't ask, don't disassemble, don't look. Just do as I tell you!"

Since Moore won the Academy's Best Contribution Award, he has 100% trust and admiration for Zhou Qi.

He carefully put away the letter and solemnly promised that he would complete the task.

It's time to night.

The students returned to their respective rest areas, and the castle was quiet, except for the dull footsteps of the administrator Filch holding the cat and carrying the lantern, patrolling the castle. The musician walked out of the dormitory softly and came to the agreed corridor on the third floor.

"Professor Ivan."

In the shadows, Professor Quirrell exposed half of his body, the wand in his hand was glowing faintly, and he pushed open the wooden door first.

He took the musicians to the area guarded by the three-headed dog, hypnotized the ferocious three-headed dog with music, bypassed the arranged magic level, and brought the musician all the way to the basement where the Mirror of Erised was placed.

"Where's the Philosopher's Stone?"

The musician looked around, but he didn't see any Philosopher's Stone, and his tone was a little more panicked.

Quirrell sneered slightly.

He pointed to the Mirror of Erised and said, "The Sorcerer's Stone is in there."

The musician came to the mirror, but was suddenly fascinated by the picture displayed in the mirror. He said longingly: "My God, I saw that I learned magic and became an immortal musician."

Of course, nothing was actually seen.

The Mirror of Erised is a magical tool to peek into the desires of people's hearts. No one or any magic in this world can see through the fog of the alchemist's mind.

Zhou Qi looked in the mirror, that is, he really looked in the mirror.

"Yes, you can't get it, too, how can a greedy Muggle get the approval of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Quirrell sighed softly.

"Professor Quirrell..." The musician noticed something was wrong, his voice flustered, and he took a few steps back involuntarily.

Quilo could no longer see gentleness and kindness on his face. He looked at Zhou Qi with a sneer, but there was a more sinister laughter coming from him.