I'm Really an Alchemist

The magic power spread along his body, triggering the emotional control mechanism in his brain. At this moment, Dumbledore felt unspeakable grief in his heart.

It seems that the world is gloomy.

He recalled the painful memories of his father's capture in Azkaban, his mother's death, and his sister's suicide.

These painful memories grabbed his mind in an instant, trying to pull him into the deep darkness.

Dumbledore relied on strong willpower to control the spread of grief. He used the wand to counter-curse himself with difficulty, but the magic power fluctuated and flickered, but he didn't feel better at all.

"If you want to resist psychological coma, you need the stimulation of happy emotions."

Zhou Qi shook his head, then stretched out his hand a little to withdraw the magic power of the Stunning Curse.

Dumbledore swayed and sat down with a plop.

"This Stunning Curse...it can already be included in the Unforgivable Curse!" Dumbledore took a long time to come over and sighed with a wry smile.

After personal experience, he finally understood the difference between arcane and magic.

Anyone can create magic that is more in line with their own wishes based on self-awareness.

The magic system is for future generations to learn the magic of their predecessors step by step. Even Hermione, the schoolmaster, memorizes the spell book and repeats it exactly according to the tutorials in the book. This is the way to learn magic.

The arcane system is to analyze the mysteries of magic, modify, create, and sublimate the original magic.

Perhaps this is the reason why the magic world is like stagnant water. Wizards reject innovation. They only follow the old experience, the experience of their predecessors, while arcane art is a living water. Its fundamental nature means that it will not stand still like magic. .

Dumbledore patted the dust off his robes and stood up.

"In the arcane system, what position do we, the existing wizards, have?" His eyes were burning and his voice was low.

Zhou Qi said calmly: "Anyone can learn arcane arts, but old wizards who reject knowledge and are unwilling to progress will be crushed by the wheels of the times. You have no resistance to the arcane civilization with a base of six billion."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he nodded heavily.

"You are right, wizards need a revolution of blood and fire in order to continue to be at the forefront of the times. Professor Ivan, please teach me arcane arts!"

PS: Thanks to St. Luo Lan, Xiao Zhou who traveled in the sea of ​​books for the hot strips

I'm a little stuck today, I've been stuck for a few hours

One more chapter tonight

Chapter 393 Chapter 35 Students who do not exist at Hogwarts

"Harry, guess what I found?"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron Weasley had a particularly shocked expression. He found the little savior who was leaning on the sofa and flipping through the potion books.

"No matter what you find, please don't disturb my study." Harry said, "I have to deal with Professor Snape's faultfinding, and Gryffindor can't deduct points because of me."

Ron was holding an old newspaper in his hand. He wanted to say something, but saw the door of the common room opened, and several Gryffindor students walked in together.

"You also have itchy scalp, I thought I was the only one?"

"Isn't that right, I'm still losing my hair recently, Merlin's beard, I'm only sixteen years old!"

The students who were talking saw Ron and Harry on the sofa and greeted them.

"Harry, Ron, what are you doing?"

Harry held up the potions book, and said helplessly, "I have to memorize the potion formula on it before the next potions class. Professor Snape used another method to deduct points from us!"

"As for Ron, he..."

Ron quickly grabbed the conversation and said, "I'm also previewing the course!"

The Gryffindor students looked at him in surprise. It would be reasonable for Harry to preview Potions in order to deal with Professor Snape, but when would Ron Weasley take the initiative to study?

After laughing and teasing Ron a few words, the Gryffindor students returned to the dormitory.

Once again it was just Ron and Harry in the common room.

Harry frowned, put down his thick pharmacy, and looked at Ron suspiciously.

"How can anyone come to preview without even bringing a book?"

Ron pulled the weird Harry to the window, he took out the wrinkled newspaper from under his buttocks, spread it on the window sill, and slowly smoothed it out.

"Harry, I know who the red-haired wizard I saw that time is!"

The newspaper was the previous year's Daily Prophet.

The news on the front page is a detailed description of the French black wizard Dubois, and there are dynamic photos taken from a long distance. In the photo, the black wizard is flying into the dark blue night with his wings on his back, and turning his head to the camera to show a mocking smile.

Although the face appears blurred.

But Harry recognized it at a glance. He grabbed the newspaper and read the news and dynamic photos on it several times.

"Dark Wizard Dubois..." he murmured.

Ron was very anxious. When he thought that he had something to do with the Death Eaters, the theft of Gringotts, and the dark wizard who could not even be caught by the Ministry of Magic appeared near Hogwarts, and even had a face-to-face meeting with them, he was shocked for a while. Scared.

"Harry, let's inform Professor Dumbledore of this as soon as possible!" Ron panicked: "No one knows if he came near Hogwarts to do something bad!"

Harry held back his frightened friend.

"Ron, you're too nervous!" Harry pulled his friend back to sit on the sofa, folded the newspaper on his lap, and said seriously, "If Black... Dubois is dangerous, he will send us here There's plenty of opportunity to hurt us in Gwartz's way, isn't there?"

Ron thought about it, and it was true.

He was frightened by the description of Dubois in the newspaper, but in fact, the young French wizard was not only funny and kind, but also helped them get to Hogwarts early.

"Is it really appropriate for us not to tell the professors?" Ron was still a little scared.

Harry said: "Maybe he just passed by Hogwarts. You tell the professor now that nothing happens. You won't be laughed at by Malfoy. Let's be careful during this time. If something happens, we will It’s not too late to notify the professor!”

"Dubis is a Death Eater, Harry, didn't you say that the mysterious man took the resurrection stone, could it be that the mysterious man sent him to Hogwarts?"

Harry thought about it carefully, and his attitude was very serious.

"I don't think Dubois is a Death Eater, I feel that he is very familiar, and he has no malice towards us!"

Friends said so, Ron could only suppress the idea of ​​reporting.

For several days after that, nothing strange happened at Hogwarts. Could it be that the dark wizard really passed by Hogwarts?

Ron gradually felt relieved.

But in the second week, strange things happened.

On the way to the herbalism classroom, the deduction trio holding the books heard the angry screams of the administrator Filch. This disgusting old Squib hugged his long-haired cat in his arms. Standing in the corridor, staring at every student angrily.

The students who were chatting and laughing unconsciously closed their mouths and quickened their pace when passing by the corridor.

"Hey, what happened to his cat?" Ron's eyes were sharp, and he immediately saw the strange long-haired cat in Filch's arms. This cat was as annoying as Filch and had the name of Mrs. Norris. Without the arrogance of the past, he curled up in the administrator's arms and let out a terrified howl.

The three of them quickened their pace and were about to walk through this suffocating corridor.

"Stop!"

The administrator stood in front of the three of them, his suspicious eyes sweeping across their faces.

"Mr Potter, Mr Weasley, did you leave the common room last night?"

Ron, who was irritated by his skeptical attitude, immediately shouted: "Mr. Filch, we didn't break the rules last night. If you don't believe me, you can ask other people!"

The administrator was dubious, snorted softly, and stepped out of the way.

Ron raised his head proudly as if winning a battle, and led his friends across the corridor.

"I was so mighty just now!" He smugly said.

But the little friend ignored him, but went around holding the book to find out what happened.

"...a strange thing happened last night. When Filch was patrolling the castle, he saw a student wandering around late at night, but when he chased after him, the student disappeared!"

"His cat followed the smell, but was terrified!"

The students in the courtyard were chatting about this incident in earnest.

Harry and the others held their books and stood outside listening.

Another added: "Have you heard the rumors of non-existing students at Hogwarts?"

Seeing everyone looking over, the boy in the Hufflepuff uniform whispered: "I don't know when, Hogwarts has an extra student who doesn't exist. He doesn't exist in the student roster. Every night The castle wanders, but when you chase him, you never find him."

Everyone was terrified.

Although there are enough strange things in Hogwarts, a non-existent student is like a strange story that every school will have, which is extremely frightening.

"How could there be students who don't exist." Hermione snorted: "Let's go, we're going to be late!"

She walked ahead first.

Harry and Ron walked behind. Ron recalled the rumor, touched his arm covered with goosebumps, and whispered: "Is there really a student who doesn't exist? Will this matter have something to do with Dubois?" related?"

Harry didn't answer.

that night.

The administrator, Filch, walked quietly in the silent castle with a lantern in hand.

"No matter who you are, I will catch you and drive you out of Hogwarts!" He whispered angrily, looking around with falcon-like eyes.

His long-haired cat has been frightened like never before, and has become a house cat, unwilling to leave the office.

Filch had to find the prankster himself.

He walked from the first floor to the sixth floor.

In the silent castle, it seemed that only his footsteps sounded.

But relying on his anger, he never gave up. He is very familiar with every part of this castle, and even knows every secret passage of the castle.

Finally, in the corridor on the third floor, he saw a green shadow.

That's the Slytherin uniform.