I'm Really an Alchemist

Rou Kuai slowly opened his eyes, and said indifferently, "Hold me up."

"Yes." Quirrell suppressed the discomfort in his heart, leaned over and picked up Voldemort, and placed him on the unconscious stag.

Voldemort took a bite out of the stag's artery and began his meal.

Every day, he needs to drink the blood of life to maintain the life span of his physical body.

The stag died under excruciating torture.

Its body slowly dries up.

Voldemort raised his head in satisfaction, Quirrell hurried forward to hug him down, and cleaned the blood stains on the meat.

"It won't be long like this."

Voldemort seemed to feel Quirrell's depression, and he laughed hoarsely.

"Give me another half a year, and I will be able to remove the curse from the Philosopher's Stone and be completely resurrected. Quirrell, I will remember your contribution."

He glanced at Quirrell's crippled right hand, and said slowly: "After I am resurrected, I will help you recover from the injury in your palm, and I will also give you unparalleled strength and power."

Quirrell's right hand, which was used for casting spells, was cut off by Snape with a sharp blade. After fleeing to the Albanian forest, no matter how hard he tried, the palm could not be recovered.

Voldemort judged that what cut off his finger was a self-created magic, which could only be restored by casting the corresponding counter-curse.

Quirrell was full of hatred for Snape.

"Thank you, master." Quirrell showed a proper expression of gratitude.

Nagini on the ground suddenly made a hissing sound, quickly climbed to Quirrell's feet, raised his body, and looked into the depths of the forest.

slap.

The accumulated fallen leaves were trampled to pieces.

"Who?!"

Quirrell seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, he hugged the fleshy Voldemort with one hand, pulled out his wand with the other, and aimed at the looming figure in the depths of the forest.

The red-haired young man put his hands in his pockets and walked out as if taking a walk.

Without any hesitation.

Quirrell snapped his wand down: "Avada Kedavra!"

Among the Unforgivable Curses, the most terrifying deadly curse turned into a crimson light, striking the red-haired young man in the blink of an eye.

Dubois stretched out his hand casually, and actually held the spell ray with one hand. Quirrell's eyes widened in disbelief, and even Voldemort, the meaty lump, widened his eyes in shock.

The reason why the Killing Curse is called the most terrifying magic.

The most important reason is its lethality, no magic can defend against the Killing Curse.

But the young man in front of him actually blocked the magic ray of the Killing Curse with one hand?

"impossible!"

Voldemort almost screamed, he couldn't believe anyone could resist the Killing Curse.

Quirrell gritted his teeth and increased the output of magic power. The crimson magic ray cut through the space like lightning and hit the red-haired young man's palm. The manic magic field burst the air, and the shock wave spread in all directions like an eighth-level gale. It makes the trees shake, and the beasts run away.

"Can you be a little creative?"

There was white fluorescent light floating in the palm of Dubois's hand. Facing the impact of the magic power of the curse, he stood upright like a nail, and a mocking smile escaped from the corner of his mouth.

hiss!

The pitch-black serpent opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards it.

With his free right hand, the black wizard easily grabbed Nagini's seven inches. No matter how the giant python twitched and struggled, it seemed as if it was pinched by a giant beast.

"Horcrux?" Dubois smiled pleasantly as he sensed the soul fragments in Nagini's body.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

With a swing of his hand, he transferred Quirrell's curse rays to the ground, and the crimson curse wave exploded the ground, causing broken leaves to fly.

Quirrell was so terrified that he could barely hold his wand.

Seeing the red-haired youth approaching, he frantically waved his wand.

"All petrified, smashed to pieces, imprisoned quickly, torn apart!"

None of the colorful wand rays hit the dark wizard, but instead blasted the forest into chaos.

"Woo..." Qi Luo looked at the young man in front of him, pulled out an ugly smile, and wanted to back away and escape, but an earthen wall suddenly rose behind him.

Dubois looked down at the lump of meat in his arms.

"I see, using the vitality of the Philosopher's Stone and the horcrux making ritual to create such a body." The black wizard said with emotion: "As expected of the Dark Lord, it opened my eyes."

"The Sage's Stone."

Voldemort had calmed down, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he stared into the dark wizard's eyes.

"That cursed Sorcerer's Stone is yours?!"

"That's right." Dubois took a few steps back and gave a slight salute, "I don't know if my Lord Dark Lord is satisfied with my meeting ceremony?"

Voldemort's eyes lit up with anger.

He hates this kind of person who has arrogance in his bones, even condescends, and treats him like a toy.

No one can play with him Voldemort!

"Oh...of course I'm satisfied." Voldemort lowered his eyes, his tone extremely mocking: "It seems that I didn't use the Philosopher's Stone, oh no, resurrecting the Philosopher's Stone was the right choice."

He laughed sharply.

"Are you disappointed that you didn't see me resurrect with the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dubois shrugged, and said, "A little bit, but I'm not too disappointed... If the Dark Lord is so easily controlled by me, then it's not fun."

He ignored Voldemort's growing sour expression and knocked Nagia unconscious.

"I will take this snake away, thank you Lord Dark Lord for your generosity!"

With Quirrell's rejoicing expression, the black wizard turned his head and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving like this?" Voldemort's voice was cold: "Just to see my joke, and take my pet along the way, don't you want to kill me?"

"Master..." Quirrell was extremely anxious, but under Voldemort's cold eyes, he closed his mouth wisely.

"With my current situation, you can easily kill us."

Voldemort ordered Quirrell to step forward, and he was supported by trembling arms, so that he was at eye level with the dark wizard.

"Why should I kill you?" The black wizard tilted his head strangely.

Voldemort was stunned.

He is the Dark Lord who brings fear to the wizarding world. No one is willing to see his resurrection. It is the wisest choice to kill him when he is weak. Thinking differently, even Voldemort himself will do the same.

I saw what Voldemort was thinking.

Dubois smiled and said: "Times have changed, Lord Dark Lord... What you should do now is to resurrect as soon as possible so that you can keep up with the future. This is my advice."

After speaking, he smiled heartily.

The crackle of Apparition sounded.

The youth who grabbed Nagini disappeared into the forest.

Voldemort's face turned completely gloomy, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief, and respectfully said: "Master, should we destroy the... Philosopher's Stone? He should have found us along the Philosopher's Stone."

Voldemort also wanted to throw away the damn stone and find another hiding place.

But he unconsciously recalled the last words of the strange wizard.

The other party has the ability to resist the Killing Curse, and has no fear of him. He can even create a cursed life stone and take Nagini away. There is also a purpose.

Voldemort sensed something was brewing.

Resurrect early...keep up with the times....

What exactly will happen in the future?

"No, let's stay here!" Voldemort lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "He didn't kill us when I was weak, so he won't do anything to us in the future."

He flashed a cruel smile.

"Since he wants me to be resurrected early, why not? I have already researched enough about the Philosopher's Stone. Just give me half a year, the last half year, and I will be able to remove the curse and be completely resurrected."

.....

The time went back to nine hours ago.

At the same time as the Dark wizard left Hogwarts, Dobby the house-elf appeared in the castle.

Lucius gave it an order to recover the diary.

Dobby knew long ago that the function of the diary was to liberate the monsters in the secret room and reenact the tragedy of fifty years ago... There were thousands of reluctances in his heart, but the house elf absolutely obeyed his master's orders.

It cannot disobey the master's orders.

"What should Dobby do?"

"Dobby must protect Harry, and Harry Potter must not be harmed!"

During the terrible period when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, house-elves were regarded as the most despicable species, and various cruel magical experiments were based on them.

It wasn't until Harry Potter defeated Voldemort that they were treated better.

Dobby admires Harry Potter very much, and it believes that Harry Potter saved the house-elves.

"More than!"

Harry was having dinner with his friends, talking and laughing on the way back to the dormitory, but saw the strange house elf hiding in the corner and waving at him.

Harry found an excuse to leave the team.

"Why are you here?"

Dobby said sadly: "Harry Potter shouldn't have come to school, he should have gone home if he didn't catch the train!"

Harry suddenly realized, and became angry with embarrassment: "You are the one who blocked platform nine and three-quarters, which caused us to be punished by the professors!"

Dobby was so guilty that he slammed his head against the wall and apologized to Harry.