I'm Really an Alchemist

Quirrell rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the bird's attack.

The birds smashed one pothole after another into the ground.

Enduring the pain, he grasped the wand with his intact left hand.

Hufflepuff Head Pomona also came here, and Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw also rushed over. The four heads of Hogwarts were all gathered in the basement, and Ron was still behind them. Hermione, worried and terrified Moore-Arnold.

"Voldemort!"

The professors recognized the face on the back of Quirrell's head, and they nervously guarded the students, surrounded by four wands.

"It's a good thing you still recognize me."

Voldemort said with hatred: "What a pity, you are one step late, I have already got the Philosopher's Stone!"

The faces of the people changed in shock.

Quirrell suddenly raised his wand, the pure and scorching white light was like the sun suddenly appearing in the dark night. In this white light, the professors subconsciously closed their eyes, and the wand rays shot towards the light source.

Bang bang bang!

The wand ray hit the ground, and gravel flew.

After the light dissipated, Quirrell disappeared, and the severed finger remained on the ground.

"Block Hogwarts, and he must not be allowed to leave!" Professor McGonagall gave an order with a solemn expression.

But there was concern in her eyes, Voldemort was the best student at Hogwarts, maybe he knew the secret passage from Hogwarts to the outside world.

He also got the Philosopher's Stone.

Is Voldemort really coming back?

Professor McGonagall was terrified and chilled all over, and she saw Snape also showing a terrified expression.

All of a sudden, the minds of the professors were clouded. The news of the rebirth of the Dark Lord was a nightmare for the entire British Isles.

.....

When Dumbledore heard the news, he quickly returned to Hogwarts, regardless of chasing the dark wizard.

If Voldemort is really resurrected, the danger is far higher than other things. Dumbledore can't imagine that the Dark Lord will be resurrected before the savior has grown up.

"Why did this happen when I was away for a few days?!"

Dumbledore lost his patience and self-restraint, his voice implied anger.

Professor McGonagall explained: "We received a letter from Professor Ivan. He was fascinated by Voldemort's Imperius Curse. He could only use willpower to write a distress letter. Fortunately, we arrived at the right time and rescued him. Harry them."

Dumbledore also noticed the change in mentality, he calmed down slowly, and took Professor McGonagall to the school hospital.

In the school hospital.

Professor Ivan was lying on the hospital bed, and he had come to his senses. The head of the bed was full of condolence gifts from the students. When Dumbledore arrived, the Muggle musician was blowing magic bubble gum. When he saw the serious headmaster, he immediately Make a face of shame.

"Principal, I'm really sorry."

Dumbledore shook his head and asked the head nurse, Poppy Pomfrey.

"Professor Ivan's spell effect has been eliminated. Fortunately, he has no other injuries except for some mental confusion, but I suggest that he should be hospitalized for observation for a period of time."

Bobby Pomfrey calmly told about Professor Ivan's situation.

Dumbledore nodded gratefully and came to the musician, only feeling a headache.

He didn't expect that Quirrell would use the Imperius Curse to confuse a Muggle. If it was other professors in the college, they would have taken precautions, but Professor Ivan on the hospital bed was the only exception.

But what could he say, what could he accuse?

Not to mention that while Professor Ivan was still under the spell, he used his willpower to temporarily break free from control and wrote a distress letter, which prevented things from getting worse.

"Professor Ivan, take a good rest." Dumbledore sighed lowly: "I will give you a week's paid leave."

Soothe the grateful musician.

The white wizard walked out of the school hospital full of worry, but saw the little savior Harry Potter standing at the door, feeling guilty and sad.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry."

Harry Potter's eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and said, "I gave the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort, I'm sorry."

Dumbledore stroked Harry's smooth black hair and said in a low voice: "No, Harry! You are right. The Philosopher's Stone is absolutely not as important as a human life. You are willing to fight for the one you love. It is very brave the behavior of."

"As for Voldemort..."

The white wizard suddenly paused.

He suddenly changed his subject and asked, "You mean, you took out the Philosopher's Stone from the Mirror of Erised to save Professor Ivan?"

Harry didn't know why, so he could only nod timidly.

The white wizard frowned, and he pursed his lips, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Then, Dumbledore came to the basement alone.

There are still traces of battle in the empty basement, the rubble is scattered, and the Mirror of Erised stands in the center. Dumbledore quickly came to the Mirror of Erised, took out his wand, and lifted the magic protection.

The familiar Philosopher's Stone slowly emerged from the surface of the mirror.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand cautiously and confused, and took the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. When Harry said that he took out the Philosopher's Stone for Professor Ivan, the white wizard noticed that things were weird.

The magic he casts on the Mirror of Erised is that anyone who needs the Philosopher's Stone cannot get it.

Needing the Philosopher's Stone in order to save others is also a need.

There was no way Harry could get the Philosopher's Stone out.

Looking at the dark red Philosopher's Stone in his palm, Dumbledore felt his hair stand on end and his scalp tingled.

What is the Philosopher's Stone that Voldemort took?

PS: Thanks to Qianfan for his blades and hot strips

Only [-] words...I have been updating intensively for the past few days, my fingers are burning and hurting, I need to take a break

Chapter 382 Tom Riddle's Struggle

Zhou Qi enjoyed his paid vacation with peace of mind.

Lying on the hospital bed of the school every day, the food is delivered by the house elves, and the students in the music class often come to visit him.

There are also apples that little Hermione peeled by herself. Little Harry and little Ron talked about recent interesting things in school to relieve him.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is temporarily led by Dumbledore.

What the Weasley brothers blew up the bathroom this time.

Except for not being free, always being followed by head nurse Bobby Pomfrey, and being unable to leave the school hospital, everything is so leisurely, Zhou Qi simply enjoys his rare leisure time.

He was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the white ceiling, listening to the laughter of Harry and Ron.

Turn on energy saving mode decisively.

Now is not the time for vacation, there are still various things to do, Zhou Qi laments that he is busy, so he transfers most of his energy to the black wizard avatar.

An abandoned factory somewhere in Birmingham.

Leaning behind the rusted industrial machinery, Dubois looked eerily pale.

"That old rabbit Dumbledore is really ruthless!"

The black wizard cursed in a low voice.

Feeling the injury in his body, he shook his head helplessly. Not only was his magic power consumed badly, he even had two broken ribs. He had never learned healing magic, which was the exclusive domain of St. Mungo's Hospital.

The black wizard could only rely on his own medical skills to prevent the injury from getting worse.

Fortunately, what happened at Hogwarts made this old rabbit who was chasing after him go back, otherwise the dark wizard would really fall, and the body he finally got could not be locked up in Azkaban .

Dubois supported the wall and stood up enduring the pain.

If such an injury is not treated with magic, it will have to be hospitalized for a period of time... What the hell, the main body is pretending to be sick, but the avatar is actually going to be hospitalized, but the Ministry of Magic must have put an eyeliner on the hospital, so he ran to the hospital , That is to cast oneself into a trap.

In this state, there is no way to deal with Aurors.

The loss of magic power is also too serious.... The wizard's magic power can only rely on sufficient rest to recover by itself.

laugh--

The harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground appeared outside the factory.

Dubois quickly withdrew into the shadows, his complexion uncertain. Did those Aurors find this place so quickly?

Impossible, I have not used magic, they should not be able to find me.

Dubois clenched his wand tightly, suppressing his breathing and heartbeat.

creak-

The door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, opened with a sharp revolving sound, and the light of several strong flashlights swayed around in the dark factory.

"nobody."

said a young male voice.

Then the gates were all pushed open, and a lot of footsteps appeared in the silent factory. Someone lifted the generator, installed a temporary spotlight, and with a click, illuminated the dark abandoned factory.

Dubois huddled in the corner of the shadow, and he quietly peeped through the gaps in the industrial machines.

In the place where the lights are concentrated, there are seven or eight strong and fierce men who seem to have just come out of prison, all of them have short-cut short sleeves, square caps on their heads, and the same tattoos on their biceps. These men are standing next to a blond young man behind.

This blond-haired young man was different. He was sitting on a single sofa chair, sipping red wine with his eyes squinted, with a smile on his face.

"British gang?"

Dubois laughed silently.

I don't know if I was lucky or lucky, but I bumped into the gang's trading scene. It seemed that it was either a drug deal or an arms deal.

The gang organization in Birmingham, counted in the current era... should be the era of the rule of the bloody gangster family.