I'm Really an Alchemist

It has been a few days without a blade, Ah Xu is very sad, woo woo woo

Chapter 388 Chapter 30 Fireworks (Subscription required)

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the clouds in the sky red.

Birmingham Symphony Hall.

Harry, who squeezed out of the bus with his uncle and aunt, tidied up his wizard robes, but was surprised by the grand occasion in front of this concert hall. A large number of families in wizard robes were chatting happily or walking away with smiles. into the concert hall.

"Oh..."

Uncle Vernon, who wore a wizard's robe into tights, was amazed, and he whispered in Harry's ear: "Are these all wizards?"

Harry replied, "Partly yes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to greet the classmates he knew at Hogwarts.

"Harry!"

Ron, who was wearing a wizard hat crookedly, trotted over, looked up at the Vernon family curiously, "You are Harry's family, I am Ron, Harry's good friend!"

The Vernon family greeted them kindly.

Not long after, the Weasley family who were looking for Ron also came over. Vernon was frightened by the combination of eight members of the Weasley family, and didn't know what to say for a while.

And Arthur Weasley, who was particularly interested in Muggles, happily took Vernon and chatted about Muggle science. A wizard and a Muggle actually chatted happily along the agricultural machinery.

Mainly Arthur Weasley was amazed at the efficiency of the farm machinery and adored Vernon as the farm machinery manager.

For the first time, Vernon felt that wizards weren't all that bad.

"Harry, have you found out that our tickets and seat numbers are connected together!" Ron shared his discovery with his friends, and only then did Harry know that Professor Ivan actually divided the seats of their three-person family into two groups. In the same row.

It didn't take long for more and more familiar faces to appear here.

The gentle white-bearded Dumbledore even changed into a somewhat funny costume, saying it was to set off the theme of the magic concert. The cold-faced Professor Snape was still expressionless and somewhat reluctant. Minerva-Mike Ge is always in a green robe, with a serious appearance.

Snape was a little afraid to face Petunia, always avoiding Petunia's scrutiny, turning his head uncomfortably.

A group of people are chatting happily.

But a discordant voice came in.

"Hmph, Weasley and the Muggles chatting so happily, it's really embarrassing to the pure-blood family!"

Harry looked over dissatisfied, only to see a gloomy wizard in black robe, looking at him indifferently.

Behind this wizard, there is Draco Malfoy whom he hates.

Arthur Weasley confronted his new friend: "Lucius, this is my new friend, please be respectful!"

Lucius sneered, raised his head proudly, glanced at the Vernon family with a disdainful expression, and took his family into the concert hall.

"Harry, don't mind!"

Ron comforted his friend, and said in a low voice: "We never thought that the Malfoy family, who have never looked down on Muggles, would come to listen to the performance."

Harry looked at the concert hall angrily, and let go of his clenched fists.

The concert was about to start, and everyone walked into the music hall together without chatting.

"Wow!"

Ginny Weasley let out a low growl.

Stepping into the concert hall is like stepping into a magical forest. With dark green mottled shadows and light passing, it seems that there are deer, birds and beasts shuttling in the forest, and the air is full of strong forest smell.

The wizards were shocked by the magic forest simulated by the combination of modern technology.

They find their seats.

There are separate seats for Muggles and wizards.

Harry and Ron also saw Hermione and Granger's family who had already arrived. During the pleasant conversation, the door behind them slowly closed, and the surrounding lights slowly dimmed, showing sea blue, with the shadow of a murloc Passing across the wall, splashing illusory waves, at this moment, the audience seems to be in the magnificent sea.

"It really is a concert with a magic theme."

Dumbledore sighed deeply, and at this moment, even Snape hummed in agreement.

The curtain is drawn.

Wearing wizard robes and tall hats, the orchestra was divided into cello and violin teams, with a dark upright piano in the middle.

The handsome musician with black hair and black eyes, wearing a tuxedo for performance, walked onto the stage gracefully, bowed slightly to the audience, sat on the piano bench, rested his hands on the black and white keys, an ethereal and melodious melody flowed quietly In the concert hall.

In this melody, it is like lying in the forest, listening to the ding-dong ding-dong of the spring water, and feeling the warmth of the sun shining through the leaves and mottled on the body.

Not only Muggles, but even all wizards sank into the atmosphere created by the musicians at this moment.

Before the melody stopped, the cello group began to work hard. The low and solemn music, like a bayonet, cut through the peaceful forest, and the ensemble of violin and cello was like the flames of war sweeping through the forest.

Even Lucius clenched the handle unconsciously, as if seeing the war sweeping across the continent.

The musicians are immersed in the performance, and the melody under their hands becomes high, just like playing a magical epic.

This is what he has seen and heard since his travels, all infused in the music, the seven magical songs, the first one is the opening of the epic, starting from the break of the peaceful years, and the last one is the end of the song, and everything fades , the end of world reincarnation.

The wizard of the music hall is immersed in a woven fantasy world.

But it bothered the Aurors and Ministry of Magic members in Birmingham.

The Ministry of Magic has temporarily dispatched a group of new wizards to supplement the manpower, but a large number of wizards gathered in Birmingham, and the fluctuations of magic power were intertwined. They could not find the dark wizard Dubois from these fluctuations of magic power.

Wizards can only patrol each block in batches.

In a certain alley, a Death Eater in Muggle attire looked up and felt the magic fluctuations of the Ministry of Magic wizards patrolling, with a dignified expression.

This is a race.

Was it the Ministry of Magic who found the dark wizard first, or were they the remaining Death Eaters who found the dark wizard first.

"We must find Dubois quickly." The leader of the Death Eaters said in a low voice, "When the Muggle concert is over, there will be no chance."

The Death Eaters nodded, and then searched around the concert hall. Their idea was also very simple. If Dubois wanted to use magic to leave Birmingham, the vicinity of the concert hall was the best place.

Magic is entangled here, even if you use magic, you won't be noticed.

And their luck was pretty good.

The Death Eaters found the dark wizard near the concert hall, holding a non-marking stretch box in one hand, and looking towards the direction of the concert hall with the brim of his hat pressed down. Although the appearance of the other party has changed, all wizards know that this French wizard is a Transfiguration Grandmaster.

It's nothing to change his appearance, he can even change into an Animagus.

"Monsieur Dubois."

The Death Eaters gathered quickly, and the leading male wizard looked excited and said in a low voice, "Please don't worry, we are here to help you!"

The black wizard turned his head and showed a funny smile.

He looked the Death Eaters up and down, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Are you Death Eaters? If you don't resurrect your Dark Lord, why are you looking for me?"

Male wizard: "I want you to join us!"

"Join you?" Dubwa's smile was wider, but more ironic: "I'm not a pure-blood wizard, what do you do when you join, and am I being used by the Dark Lord to sacrifice the flag?"

The male wizard coughed twice.

He said sincerely: "Mr. Dubois, although you are not a pure-blooded family, you are a wizard supremacist. We, like you, hate the rules set by the Ministry of Magic. Wizards with power should be above Muggles! "

His tone was filled with pure-blood wizards' dislike of Muggles. If it wasn't for worrying about offending the dark wizard in front of him, Mudblood would probably be added to this dislike.

Dubois laughed lowly, and the laughter became more ironic and disdainful.

Amidst the Death Eater's laughter, the smile on his face became a little awkward.

"Do you still want me to disrupt the concert?" Dubois sneered, "It's best to kill the Muggles who set foot in the wizarding world and teach the Ministry of Magic a lesson."

The male wizard complimented: "As expected of a dark wizard who is helpless even the Ministry of Magic, you should give a heavy lesson to the ignorant Muggles."

"Ah."

Dubois sneered, his figure was like a willow leaf being blown by the wind, and he drew closer to the Death Eaters.

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

He didn't hide his sarcasm towards the Death Eaters at all: "Or are you as crazy as that Dark Lord?"

"Death Eaters, you laughed so hard at me, they are just a bunch of power worshippers, you are not even as good as those Death Eaters in Azkaban, they are proud of their identities anyway, and you, just want to With the help of Voldemort's power to realize his ambitions, after Voldemort's downfall, like Lucius Malfoy, he escaped accountability by taking the Imperius Curse."

Dubois tore the veil that the Death Eaters had used as a cover.

In fact, what he said was absolutely correct, the vast majority of Death Eaters were cowardly fools who wanted to enjoy the glory of a pure-blood family but were unwilling to bear the responsibility for failure.

After Voldemort was resurrected, these Death Eaters leaned forward again.

Even Voldemort didn't think highly of his subordinates, if he didn't have a proud confidant, he wouldn't bother to borrow the power of these pure-blood wizards.

The more truthful the words, the more hurtful they are.

Dubois' words were like a knife blade, irritating the Death Eater's eyes red.

"Mr. Dubois, as long as you are willing to join us, I believe you can become the third Dark Lord to lead the wizard forward!" The male wizard suppressed the anger in his heart, and used the name of the Dark Lord to seduce.

"joke."

Dubois shook his right hand, the asphalt ground melted and deformed, and a black curtain rose in an instant, rushing towards the Death Eaters brazenly.

"You trash, even if you give it away for free, I don't need it!"

He boredly glanced at the Death Eaters trapped by Transfiguration, and was about to leave the city with the box in hand.

"Smashed to pieces!"

The Death Eaters trapped by the curtain, someone uttered a spell, and the black curtain exploded in all directions in an instant. The Death Eaters were already dazed by their anger. The moment they escaped from the trap, the magic wand was aimed at Yes Dubois.

"The soul is out of the body!" "Cruciatus!"

All kinds of curses fluctuated and pierced Dubois without any cover.

A sneer escaped from the corner of the black wizard's mouth. He turned around and easily avoided the fluctuation of the spell. The magic wand in his robe fell into his hand, and he pointed at one of the wizards with his backhand, using the transfiguration technique.

The wizard only felt that his lips were stitched up and down, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.