I'm Really an Alchemist

Dubois' magic power was gradually drying up. With a thought, he used alchemy to change the terrain under Dumbledore's feet. The white wizard approached step by step, but stepped on the air suddenly, and his body shook.

The black wizard seized this opportunity and dodged the opponent's magic attack.

"Dumbledore, you've won this time, and I'll come back next time!"

He let out a villain-like speech, then activated the last magic power, used Apparation, and only heard a crackling sound, and the dark wizard disappeared into the street.

"Professor Dumbledore, let's go after him!"

The morale of the Aurors increased greatly: "Phantom has a violent fluctuation of magic power. As long as we chase this fluctuation, we can capture him!"

The white wizard patted his clothes, nodded, but looked at the pothole under his feet strangely.

The timing of this pothole is really too coincidental.

Was Dubois really the wizard who stole Gringotts?

Dumbledore recalled the new type of transfiguration he discovered in Gringotts. The dark wizard who could fight him was also a master of transfiguration, but he still used traditional transfiguration.

He couldn't help thinking deeply.

.....

Hogwarts.

The day after Dumbledore left school was the weekend.

The savior Harry Potter got up from the bed with a yawn, washed his eyes sleepily, but saw an unsigned letter on his desk.

"Whose prank?"

thought Harry, opening the letter.

He read the contents of the letter, his face gradually became panicked, and he violently pushed his friend who was still lying on the bed.

"Ron, wake up, Ron, something big happened!"

Two first-year students sat in an empty common room.

After Ron finished reading the letter, his tone was a bit more confused: "This is a prank, how could Professor Ivan be the one who stole the Philosopher's Stone, isn't it Professor Snape?"

The letter is anonymous, pointing out that the musician Professor Ivan is the thief who stole the Philosopher's Stone.

Not to mention Harry didn't believe it, even Ron didn't believe it!

How could that gentle Muggle professor steal the Philosopher's Stone? He is just a Muggle, and even Gringotts cannot break into it.

"Harry, don't worry, let's go to Professor Ivan and ask, isn't it all right?" Ron comforted his friend.

Harry really didn't want to believe that his respected teacher turned out to be a thief.

The two first went to Hermione of Ravenclaw.

"impossible!"

Hermione said bluntly: "Professor Ivan is definitely not a thief, Harry, don't you trust Professor Ivan at all?"

Harry lowered his head in shame.

But something strange happened.

They wanted to find out who sent the letter, but they didn't find any clues. They also wanted to find Professor Ivan and confirmed that it was just a prank, but they turned the castle around and didn't see Professor Ivan. figure.

Could it be that Professor Ivan, who stole the Philosopher's Stone while Dumbledore was away from Hogwarts, has escaped from the school?

The deduction trio felt very sad.

They even asked Professor Snape, and no one saw Professor Ivan for a whole day.

In the afternoon, Harry sat sadly on the porch.

Ron looked at the two friends who were also sad, and didn't know who to comfort.

"There is another way!"

Ron suddenly woke up.

"We can enter the secret room and see if the Philosopher's Stone is still there. If it is, doesn't it prove that the letter is fake?"

The trio woke up like a dream, they went to Hagrid decisively, and learned from the tight-lipped Hagrid that music could hypnotize the three-headed dog, so they slipped into the secret room without hesitation.

Three-headed dog, devil vine, flying key.

Real wizard chess and potion configuration.

With their courage, wisdom and talent, the trio passed through the levels one by one. Ron sacrificed himself in the level of the real wizard chess. Hermione prepared the only potion and gave the opportunity to Harry, and she turned back. , looking for Ron.

With the support of friendship, the young savior bravely stepped into the secret room.

"There you are at last, Harry Potter."

In front of the Mirror of Erised, Professor Quirrell opened his arms to the little Harry who walked in.

The musician Ivan fell to the ground in a coma, his face still terrified.

"You... so it's you!" Harry finally figured it out, and he yelled angrily: "What did you do to Professor Ivan?!"

Quirrell slowly took off his hood and turned his back to Harry. The hideous face on the back of his head made little Harry subconsciously take two steps back.

He felt the scar on his forehead, as if being burned by fire.

"You're Voldemort!" Harry said.

Voldemort laughed sharply: "Harry Potter, the child of destiny who defeated me, don't worry, I just put this Muggle into a coma temporarily, if you don't do what I say, then he will be miserable!"

Quirrell raised his wand cooperatively.

The unconscious Professor Ivan was lifted into the air by invisible magic power.

"I can do whatever you want...Leave Professor Ivan alone, he's just an ordinary person." Harry pleaded.

Voldemort laughed happily.

"Son, stand in front of the mirror and give me what you got. I promise, I won't hurt him." The Dark Lord said in a hoarse voice, with a gentle attitude like an uncle next door.

Harry Potter moved his body and came to the Mirror of Erised.

He saw his parents again from the magic mirror, and he felt a slight sinking in his pocket.

Harry chose the latter between the Philosopher's Stone and Professor Ivan. He took out a crimson hexagonal crystal from his pocket, kept a safe distance from the excited Quirrell, and said loudly, "Put down Professor Ivan first, I gave you the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Quirrell's body froze in place, his eyes focused on the Philosopher's Stone in Harry's hand, showing a look of longing.

"Put down this Muggle first." Voldemort's cold voice appeared in his mind: "After we get the Philosopher's Stone, we have plenty of opportunities to torture them!"

Quirrell obeyed his master's orders.

With a flick of his wand, the Muggle professor flew out of the air and slammed into the wall with a bang.

"Hurry up and give me the Philosopher's Stone!" Quirrell lost his previous cowardice, his face was ferocious, pointed his wand at the unconscious Muggle professor, and said coldly, "If you play any tricks, he will die!"

Harry Potter stood in front of the Muggle professor, gritted his teeth, and threw the Sorcerer's Stone in his hand.

Quirrell caught it excitedly, and looked at the crimson crystal in his palm obsessively.

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Chapter 381 Chapter 23 What did Voldemort take?

Quirrell carefully put away the Philosopher's Stone.

He turned sideways so that the back of his head was looking directly at Harry Potter, and Voldemort's smile was evil and pleasant.

"Harry Potter."

Voldemort sighed softly: "You are so naive, just as naive as your parents, to believe me so easily."

With his uncontrollable laughter, Quirrell raised his wand.

"You are lying to me!"

Standing in front of Professor Ivan, Harry Potter took out his wand in fear and anger, but before he could wave it, he was knocked down by Quirrell's 'Disarm'.

"Look, what can you do?" Voldemort sneered: "Or continue to show me the miracle of eleven years ago?"

Quirrell approached Harry step by step.

The wand glowed with a deep gleam.

His dull steps, like the drumbeat of fear, stepped on Harry Potter's heartbeat. When this eleven-year-old little savior experienced the fear of hanging from death, his body couldn't help trembling.

"Harry, as long as you are willing to pick up your wand and kill the Muggles behind you, I can let you go."

Voldemort bewitched.

Quirrell stopped in cooperation.

"Don't even think about it!" Harry bravely stood in front of the unconscious musician, opened his arms, and glared fearlessly at the Dark Lord's ugly, twisted face.

"It's a pity." The Dark Lord was extremely disappointed, and immediately gave an order: "Kill them, Quirrell!"

Quirrell's eyes were fixed, and his wand was raised high.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

Invisible fluctuations poured into the basement, like a sharp blade, across Quirrell's raised palm, blood spattered in an instant, and the wand fell down with the severed finger.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Quirrell looked at the bloody palm with only three fingers left, and howled in horror and pain.

A gray figure quickly slid into the basement and used its body to block Harry Potter. It was Professor Snape, the black-haired man with a hooked nose who Harry hated so much, staring nervously at Voldemort.

The sound of chaotic footsteps appeared at the basement door.

Professor McGonagall in the green robe was the second to rush to the basement. She saw the face of Professor Quirrell on the back of his head, her pupils shrunk, and she used the Transfiguration technique without thinking. The gravel on the ground changed into birds, hovering in mid-air, and then Like a bomber, it swooped towards Quirrell.