I'm Really an Alchemist

That is....

Voldemort suddenly ordered Quirrell to distance himself, and the crimson Sorcerer's Stone slammed dully on the pile of fallen leaves, shining with a strange luster, followed by a levitation spell hitting the Sorcerer's Stone.

This crimson spar floated up.

"What the hell is this!" Voldemort looked at the Sorcerer's Stone out of the corner of his eye, feeling terrified.

He could sense an odd attraction to the stone.

It's like the fusion of blood.

Not only that, Voldemort, the master of black magic, can also perceive the majestic vitality and hidden curse contained in the Sorcerer's Stone. He absolutely does not believe that Nicole Mailer will use it to prolong his life.

"Damn Dumbledore!"

Voldemort realized that he was being fooled by the White Wizard again, and a flame of anger surged in his heart.

Quirrell said tremblingly: "Master, have we failed?"

"Failure...no, I didn't fail!"

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth, "This weird stone does have majestic vitality, and it has a closer connection with me. I don't know how Dumbledore got it, but it has a fatal attraction to me."

"I can feel that I can be resurrected directly with it!"

"You don't need to perform the ancient resurrection ceremony, now, at this time, you can completely resurrect!"

Quirrell fell to his knees in surprise.

"Idiot!" Voldemort reprimanded his servant mercilessly: "If I use it to resurrect, I will fall into Dumbledore's trap completely. Heh, there is a curse hidden in it. As long as I resurrect, my soul will be buried forever by Dumbledore." Take control!"

Voldemort is worthy of being the second-generation Dark Lord. He suppressed the greed and desire that arose in his heart, and asked Quirrell to put away the Philosopher's Stone.

When you know that you can be fully resurrected, but dare not resurrect, that feeling is like a thousand ants crawling in your heart.

But Voldemort, Tom Riddle has his own pride.

He believes that he can break the curse contained in this strange Philosopher's Stone, making Dumbledore's hopes come true.

"You'll regret sending it into my hands, Professor Dumbledore."

Voldemort and Quirrell settled down in the Albanian forest, and the Dark Lord will block his dignity, recall his learning spirit at Hogwarts, and devote himself wholeheartedly to cracking the Philosopher's Stone.

PS: Thank you Xie Wang Zhenyan for the strongest blade

The Hero Academia volume has been completely offline, and I have reduced it from a million words to [-] words

Exhausted

Chapter 383 Chapter 25 Meditation (for subscription)

"Tsk, it's really blocked."

The black wizard looked at the airport from a distance through the glass of the taxi.

The seemingly normal, crowded airport has magical fluctuations.

Not only the airport, but also the docks, railway stations, and highways are all under the control of wizards from the Ministry of Magic. Although they can't find Dubois in a big city with a million people, they can block the transportation hub.

not only that.

In the city, there are also gangs and the collective efforts of the government.

Squeeze the living space of Dubois from black and white.

The black wizard leaned on the seat, patted the non-marking stretch box on his lap, and shrugged helplessly. He could steal other people's passports and leave the city by changing his appearance, but the non-marking stretch box could not avoid inspection.

The Ministry of Magic already knew how powerful the black wizard's transfiguration technique was, so the focus of their inspection was on magic props.

"I don't know what happened, there are gang members being interrogated every day."

The taxi driver carrying the black wizard can chat just like the Peking driver, from countries to geography, from food to politics.

Although most of the time, the driver is talking and the black wizard is listening.

But he got a lot of information from the driver's words.

I tied up a batch of experimental products, which already made the gangsters in Birmingham furious. They frantically searched for the provocateur, inquired about any news, and acted lawlessly, but the government actually acquiesced in their actions.

The Ministry of Magic must have been involved in this.

"It's interesting."

Dubois rested his fingers on the suitcase and tapped it twice, feeling the novelty of playing a real battle royale.

The gang, the government, the Ministry of Magic.

The three forces completely blocked Birmingham, gradually narrowed the circle of poison, and caught the turtle in the urn.

But sometimes, the identities of hunter and prey can be reversed... Dubois smiled lowly, lowered the brim of his hat, and the taxi passed the airport without stopping and disappeared into the traffic.

"I want to learn magic! I want to learn magic!"

The color is bright, like a green jungle in a seamless stretch box, devil vines squirm its branches and surround the terrified gangsters.

Looking at the vines like pythons, the gangsters headed by Tommy turned pale.

They can only close their eyes and meditate silently like hypnosis.

In the green jungle, there is a blank circle with a different style of painting. It is an experimental area with a very medical color. Brain waves, electrocardiograms, and doctors who turned poisonists trembled and manipulated these medical equipment.

A tentacle tapped him on the shoulder.

The doctor trembled, turned his head with a bitter face, and saw Devil Vine skillfully mixing a cup of coffee and handing it to him.

"Thank...Thank you!"

If these monsters were not vines but humanoid, it would be the best assistant.

The overhead box door was opened.

The dark wizard Dubois walked down the winding stairs carrying a large bag. He threw the stockpiled dry goods on the ground and asked, "How is the test going?"

The doctor humbly said: "I have followed your instructions and asked them to perform self-hypnosis, and the effect...is not obvious."

It's not that it's not obvious, it's that it doesn't work at all.

Relying on psychological hypnosis can improve mental strength, how can there be such a good thing?

"Is my approach wrong?"

Dubois was a little puzzled.

The magic system in the HP world is very idealistic. Can you believe that the Avada Kedavra curse requires the user to have extremely strong negative emotions, and pour this negative emotion into the spell when using it.

Invoking the guardian spell requires having happy memories. The happier you are, the stronger the power of the spell.

Quite idealistic.

Dubois originally thought that by relying on psychological hypnosis, it might be possible to enhance the spiritual power of Muggles and reach the minimum limit of spell-casting materials... Looking at it now, even the idealistic magic system does not favor Muggles.

What can Muggles do to satisfy you? Tears flowed down unsatisfactorily. The wizarding world is full of oppression against Muggles. When will Muggles stand up.

Dubois was very helpless.

He can't use the main body and avatar as a reference sample. If he wants to improve the spiritual power of Muggles, the subjective idealism route will not work, so he can only try the objective idealism route.

The difference between the two is that subjective solipsism, objective emphasis on the 'objective spirit' independent of man and nature.

To put it simply, subjective idealism emphasizes that I am the world and I am the center of the world. This coincides with the magic system of wizards. The more powerful a wizard is, the more he pays attention to his position in the world.

This is also the source of the conflict between Voldemort and Dumbledore.

But objective idealism is to believe that there is some kind of absolute spirit in the world, and because of the existence of this spirit, the material world is derived.

Theology is basically objective idealism.

As for materialism or idealism, it is just a tool for alchemists. There is an absolute material universe in the multiverse, and there is also a universe of gods in a one-gas world. Ideas have no meaning for the infinite multiverse.

Understanding the world and self-improvement are the concepts that alchemists have always upheld.

In other words, since magic exists in this world, it is the basis for spirit to influence matter.

Dubois looked at the gang members.

He changed the experimental method. Instead of self-hypnosis, he used various stimuli such as fear, happiness, and pain to destroy the experimental subjects. If their mental power fluctuated, it meant that this path was correct.

The doctor lowered his head, not daring to resist the demon's command.

He is very fortunate that he has medical knowledge and can be used as an assistant instead of an experimental product. He doesn't have to watch his former colleagues and friends being tortured to howl, crying and laughing, which is not human.

Medical equipment detects abnormalities in brain waves.

In the arc of alchemy, the blond young Tommy knelt down on the ground, clasping his hands tightly on the floor. In his painful growl, a spiritual force field that affected reality appeared, and the debris on the ground was shaken by invisible forces Under the urging of it, it floated up.

The arc disappears.

Tommy fell to the ground, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

The mental force field also disappeared, and the debris fell back to the ground again.

Compared with other gang members, this blond young man was in a more serious state. Dubois stepped forward to check his condition, only to find that his mental power was exhausted because he broke through the limit.

An excited smile appeared on the corner of Dubois' mouth, he adjusted the dragon's veins, and healed the gang members' injuries.

The next experimental plan is advancing as he guessed.

The blond young man who woke up again had a great increase in mental power. Although he no longer showed the ability of telekinetic power, he could vaguely feel the magic power in the magic material, indicating that the direction was right.

But all the gangsters have lost their courage, and Tommy even suffered from Stockholm Syndrome. He didn't use enslavement magic, and he obeyed the black wizard wholeheartedly.

The road is tortuous.

Using external stimuli to increase mental power is effective, but it raises the threshold.

The human body can get used to the same stimuli, just like Cantonese who are not used to eating chili and live in Sichuan for a year, they can enjoy the kind of spicy food. Any external stimuli that reaches the upper limit will increase the threshold, and the next time they can only use more Strong stimulation can achieve the same effect.

Here comes the problem.

The brain cannot bear too much stimulation, and will activate the coma mechanism to protect itself.