I'm Really an Alchemist

This gangster family likes to stuff the razor blades on the brim of their hats. When the gangsters fight, they take off the blades and cut the enemy's throats. It is a gangster organization that has existed in Birmingham after World War II.

Dubois squinted his eyes, watching these gangsters with the mentality of looking at the experimental products.

It didn't take long.

Another group of forces also arrived at the factory.

"Tommy, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Another group of people walked into the factory carrying silver boxes, and the man at the head happily stepped forward to embrace the blond youth.

"Uncle Dake, I also made the deal with you last month."

The blond youth spread his hands helplessly.

The man laughed loudly, without any embarrassment. The two of them didn't have much nonsense. One of them stepped forward and opened the silver-white box, which contained packs of brown single crystals.

Someone walked up behind the blond-haired youth, recognized his appearance, and nodded to the blond-haired youth.

"The purity of this batch is very high. I hope the price can be raised a little bit. I also have many brothers and sisters who want to eat and buy new ones!"

"Uncle Dake, we can do business for a long time at this price, don't make things difficult for your nephew!"

The man shrugged and said, "You know, something happened in Birmingham in the past two days. There are police patrols at every traffic intersection. I wanted to get this batch of goods in, but it wasted a lot of effort."

The blond young man pondered for a moment, he had also heard about recent events in Birmingham.

It's just that even the elders of his family are vague about the specific situation, as if it involves some kind of taboo topic.

"Don't embarrass your nephew, uncle."

The blond young man quietly handed over a check to the man, and said softly, "Even if these are the tea expenses for you, the brothers behind you have worked hard all the way, and I'm ready for tonight's consumption and entertainment."

The man showed a wretched smile.

"Tommy, among you Razor Gang, I like you the most. You are smart and upright. If you want to improve in the future, you can come to me. I believe that with your talent, you can get better development no matter where you are!"

The blond young man Tommy smiled and didn't take this set of words seriously.

The two sides entered into a serious transaction.

The boxes are swapped.

After the transaction was over, the gangsters on both sides breathed a sigh of relief, and the dignified atmosphere dissipated.

They come to expect income and entertainment after the deal closes.

The two groups of people chatted cheerfully, and when they were packing up their belongings and preparing to leave, the solid ground flowed like quicksilver, and suddenly a gray-brown stone hand stretched out, grabbing everyone's ankles.

"what's the situation?!"

Everyone paused and almost fell down. They turned their heads and looked at the stone hands under their feet, with a trace of confusion on their faces.

"Tommy?" The man stared at the stone hand on his ankle, looked solemnly at the blond young man, and said sharply, "What did you do?"

The blond young man, who was always shrewd and cold, was also stunned by the sudden situation.

How does he know what's going on!

"Don't guess, I did it."

A strange voice came from the container, and a red-haired young man in a black wizard robe looked down upon them.

"attack!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the blond-haired youth and the man drew out their pistols quickly. The gang member behind them was half a step slower, but also drew out their guns, aiming at the strange young man on the container.

If the transaction site is seen by a third party, according to the rules, it must be silenced.

Bang bang bang!

Intensive gunshots rang out, flames froze, and bullets spun and flew out.

A concrete wall rose abruptly, blocking the black wizard and intercepting all the bullets.

The faces of the people changed in shock.

The gangsters, who have always been lawless and ignored even the police, have seen this kind of supernatural power. Even the blond young man and the man have frightened eyes, and the power beyond imagination has dealt them a heavy blow.

Dubois stepped on the slide made by alchemy and landed lightly on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, a blue arc shot out, and the guns in the hands of the gangsters twisted and deformed, exuding high temperature. The gangsters screamed and threw the weapons on the ground.

The weapon emitting high temperature turned into a pool of crimson molten iron.

The air smelled of burning.

"Sir..." The blond young man gave in resolutely, "As long as you let us live, you can take all the goods and money here!"

The man hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the hot molten iron emitting from the ground, he still faltered.

"Why do I want your stuff?"

Dubois approached slowly. The gang members of the Razor Gang felt their scalps tingling, and warm liquid flowed down. It was crimson blood, but what was even more frightening was the blades they put in the brim of their hats. It turned into silvery-white molten iron, flowed down the blood, gathered into a pool on the ground, and shot into the palm of the black wizard, turning into a silvery-white scalpel.

This terrifying method made everyone present completely lose the will to resist.

The blond young man Tommy even lowered his head, not even having the courage to look at each other.

"You, what do you need...as long as I can get it, no, I can definitely get it for you!"

Dubois said indifferently, "I'm going to have an operation, so I can't go to the hospital."

Tommy immediately said: "I know a doctor with good reputation, I can call him over, please rest assured, he has been expelled from the hospital because he used the hospital's chemical drugs to make euthanasia drugs without authorization."

After getting permission, Tommy quickly called the doctor.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a cold expression and a strong smell of chemical drugs walked into the factory. The doctor who transformed the poison master saw the situation in the factory and couldn't help being stunned.

"Raquel!" The blond young man Tommy waved to him quickly, explaining the operation with a very humble attitude.

The doctor said: "Stop joking, this is an environment where surgery can be performed!"

His questioning voice just landed.

I saw the abandoned industrial machines around, liquefied like ice cream in summer, flowing quickly on the ground, merging, and turning into an isolated and transparent operating room.

"This this...."

The doctor was silent for a while.

Tommy, accustomed to such supernatural powers, gave the doctor a sneaky nudge and a look that suggested he was doing a little trick during the operation.

Even if this guy has strange powers, he will always be limited by the doctors during the surgery.

As long as you perform a little action during the operation, you might be able to take this person into your power.

Tommy couldn't help thinking about it.

But things are far beyond his understanding.

The French young man with terrifying power was lying on the hospital bed. Instead of taking anesthesia, he controlled the entire operation process. Instead, the doctor became an assistant. In the calm voice of the black wizard, he adjusted the ribs step by step, stopped the internal bleeding, and performed stitches .

He didn't dare to make small moves at all.

There were several silver-white scalpels floating behind him, aiming at his heart and brain. The doctor almost couldn't even hold the scalpel steadily. He knew that as long as he acted out of line, the scalpel behind him would penetrate his heart.

The operation ended in bizarre circumstances.

The doctor resigned himself to wrapping a bandage on the black wizard, and then silently stepped aside.

"That's it for now, and the rest will be guided by the dragon veins to guide the body to heal."

Dubois put on his wizard robe and approached the gangster leisurely.

Everyone lowered their heads in fear.

"Can we leave?" Tommy asked cautiously, "We promise to keep our mouths shut and not tell anything about tonight!"

Dubois pursed his lips thoughtfully.

Of course he didn't believe what these people said, the gangsters would keep their mouths shut, and the sows would climb trees.

Once they leave the factory, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will come to check the water meter tomorrow, and then it will be the routine operation of cleaning their memories. First, they will clean their memories themselves. Using magic will also attract Aurors.

The injury is not healed, and the dark wizard does not want to conflict with the Ministry of Magic.

"you...."

The black wizard looked at the terrified gangsters, his eyes darkened: "Want to learn magic?"

Before recovering from the injury, I will use these Muggles as experimental products to explore the way of spiritual magic!

.....

Albanian forest.

Accompanied by the slight blasting sound of Apparition, Quirrell, the former Hogwarts professor, appeared in the secluded forest,

"Master, we escaped!" Quirrell said happily.

Voldemort said: "Quirrell, take out the Philosopher's Stone, I will remember what you did."

Quirrell obeyed and took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket.

"Nicole Mailer hid the Sorcerer's Stone in Hogwarts, so you think I can't help it?" Voldemort looked at the crimson spar obsessively. He found an ancient rebirth magic from his family.

The bones of the father, the blood of the enemy, the flesh of the servant.

And using the Philosopher's Stone, he can greatly reduce the rebirth time, and even use the Philosopher's Stone to replace the rebirth ceremony.

The Dark Lord will return at last!

"Master...Master..."

Quirrell's timid voice awakened Voldemort from his dream. At some point, the sky became more gloomy, as if it had suddenly come from daytime to evening.

"What's going on here?" Voldemort looked at the gloomy sky with a strange tone.

Quirrell said: "Master, you have been staring at the Philosopher's Stone for three hours."

"Three hours?"

Voldemort couldn't contain the shock in his voice.

I just glanced at it, and it's been three hours?

There's no way Quirrell is going to lie to me.