I'm Really an Alchemist

I saw chaos in the castle, and heard various screams and exclamations in my ears.

hall!

The expressions of the professors changed, they quickly put Harry and the others down, and ran towards the auditorium anxiously.

The ghost screamed in horror, the portrait trembled, and there were signs of destruction everywhere in the castle. The walls and the ground seemed to be hacked by a giant axe, with deep and long marks.

And these imprints are all gathered in the auditorium.

When the professors rushed to the auditorium, a huge gap was blown out of the closed door, and the screams of the students and the light of the spell casting came from inside.

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Strange laughter mixed together, setting off the screaming fear of the students. Dumbledore didn't stop walking, and rushed into the auditorium with a gloomy face. He saw six dark winds rising and rolling, and the Christmas bells decorated on the ceiling shook weirdly. sound.

The surrounding Christmas trees exploded, causing the students to scream again.

The professors bravely protected the students behind them, and the magic rays in their hands, red, blue and green, shot towards the dark wind, but were easily swung away.

Even the liar professor Gilderoy Lockhart has changed from his previous timidity. His legs trembled and his expression was terrified, but he still opened his arms to protect the students behind him. .

Critical juncture.

A figure stood in front of him, facing the oncoming wind.

"Armor body protection!"

Zhou Qi stretched out his hands and chanted a mantra, magic power gushed out, and invisible barriers gushed out from his hands, forming a translucent protection.

puff!

The Yin wind impacted on the protective barrier, scattered in all directions, and then condensed into shape.

Zhou Qi's face turned pale, and he was pushed back a few steps by the impact.

"Professor Ivan, are you a wizard?" Gilderoy Lockhart called out in disbelief, and the eyes of the other protected students also widened, completely unexpected that this Muggle professor turned out to be a wizard.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, who had just stepped into the auditorium, also saw the process of Zhou Qi releasing his magic.

They froze for a moment.

"Save the students first, and then I'll explain to you later!" Dumbledore ordered solemnly, holding the elder wand tightly in his hand, suddenly a blue electric light shot out from the top of the wand, instantly dispelling the cloudy wind.

Other professors also ignored Zhou Qi and joined the fight to protect the fearful students.

Zhou Qi looked at Dumbledore across the chaotic battlefield. The white wizard looked helpless, but nodded slightly. The musician no longer concealed that he knew magic, and various arcane waves shot out from his fingers.

Magic Missile, Ray of Frost, Burning Hand, Tremor Shock.

The never-before-seen magic not only surprised the students and the professors, but also cooperated with Dumbledore to suppress Voldemort's attack. Harry's trio arrived late, and they had no time to shock Professor Ivan's magic , also drew his wand, and joined the battle.

under their guidance.

The students also mustered up their courage and attacked Voldemort.

boom!

The ghostly wind formed the image of five men and one woman. Their eyes were cold, and then their figures trembled slightly. The surrounding windows, glass and mirrors were instantly shattered in an invisible force field and shot everywhere.

The professors can only turn from suppressing Voldemort to protecting students.

The six evil winds swarmed out from the broken window, they merged into a group, and went straight to the sky, tearing the protective barrier with ease, they surged and laughed wildly and rushed into the sky to fight among the birds and beasts.

Birds and beasts screamed in despair.

The birds and beasts covering the sky frantically fled in all directions, a large number of mutilated corpses fell to the ground like a torrential rain, and sticky blood sprinkled on the heads of the magical animals.

The centaur Bain raised his head blankly, his face and body were covered with the blood and internal organs of birds and beasts.

The birds and beasts in the sky fled desperately, and the moon finally appeared in the dark blue night, but six strands of black smoke symbolizing death hovered in the sky, and after tearing the birds and beasts apart, they swooped down on the ground.

"Attack! Attack!"

The centaur Bane grabbed the bow and arrow of his compatriots nearby, put on the bowstring, and shot at the black smoke swooping down from the sky.

Bows and arrows passed through the black smoke.

Black smoke passed through his body, accompanied by a low laugh, taking away his vitality.

The centaur Bane's eyes were wide and gray, and the weapon slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Fantastic animals finally recalled the fear of being creatures at the bottom of the food chain. They fled frantically to the Forbidden Forest, leaving one cold corpse after another. The centaurs also died after Bane's death. And fled, no longer look brave in the past.

The professors looked at the defeat and escape of the magical beasts, but they were not half lucky.

They watched the black smoke hovering in the sky and scattered away, a chill rose in their bones.

"Scattered! Scabbers!"

Ron wailed, and he saw his pet mouse running out of the chaos, chasing the black smoke without stopping.

Harry clung to his friend tightly to prevent him from being stupid. He listened to Ron's sad cries, looked at the messy Hogwarts castle, watched the professors trying to calm down, and watched the dead and wounded Fantastic Beasts.

He touched the scar on his forehead.

"Voldemort is back..." Harry whispered, "The wizarding world is about to change again."

.....

The black smoke that Voldemort turned into left from Hogwarts, and then scattered away.

A gray mouse followed closely, and then the body swelled up, turning into a short, bald man. It was Peter Pettigrew, who had betrayed Sirius and Harry's father's friend.

Since Voldemort's death, he has been hiding in the Weasley family in the form of Animagus.

Now feeling the breath of his master's resurrection and return, Peter Pettigrew immediately threw off Ron and followed him all the way out, but when he chased out of Hogwarts, he became more and more confused.

Each of the six clouds of smoke in the sky has the aura of its master.

Which one should he follow?

Peter Pettigrew followed for a long time, and he also saw that each of the six people was Voldemort, but he only had one, so he couldn't be a sextile Pettigrew, right?

Staying on the ground for a long time, Peter Pettigrew decided to choose the most familiar cloud of smoke in his breath, turned into a mouse again, and hurriedly chased after it.

But the cloud of smoke he was following was a bit weird, wobbly, condensed or scattered, when the other five streams were rushing towards London, it got rid of the big team and flew towards the distance alone.

The other five Voldemorts arrived in London the next morning.

Five gusts of wind covered the morning sun, set off a squall, made the world haze like doomsday, and the waves of the Thames rolled over, causing turbulent tides.

Urbanites can only hide in their houses, feeling this oppressive and abnormal climate. Human beings can see the dark clouds in the sky through the windows, forming huge ferocious faces.

Before the Ministry of Magic reacted.

Five Voldemorts arrived at their destination one after another - Diagon Alley!

At this time, in Diagon Alley, merchants and wizards hung up Christmas decorations, which was festive. The wizards walked on the street together, but stopped, doubts raised their heads, the sky was cloudy, and five winds suddenly fell on them. on the ground,

The sudden shock wave spread in all directions, ravaging the shop like an eighth-level gust of wind.

"Who are you?!"

The shop wizard in Diagon Alley became furious. He pulled out his wand and was about to come out to demand compensation, but he was stunned suddenly, and then a look of fear emerged.

"Black...Dark Lord!"

A scream rose from the throat of an aging witch.

The five men in black robes had a sneer on their lips. They didn't even look at the fearful wizard, and distanced themselves from the others with a hostile attitude.

Screams rang out in Diagon Alley.

The wizards either howled or feared, and ran around.

The wizard in the shop quickly closed the door and hid under the table tremblingly.

Once again, the fear of the Dark Lord descended.

The five Dark Lords just passed these closed shops and came to Ollivander's wand shop. The shop owner, Ollivander, bowed his body in a humble and flattering voice, and said in a terrified voice, "Master Dark Lord... I don't know what I have, Available for... for you."

Twenty-two-year-old Voldemort, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the other himself indifferently, and said with a low smile: "It seems that our goals are the same."

"Mr. Ollivander." The seventeen-year-old Voldemort was polite. "I hope you can order another wand for me."

Trembling all over, Ollivander took out all the stocks in the store and took out the most suitable wand for each Voldemort.

Thanks to the purity of their blood, the five Voldemorts all got brand-new wands that were most suitable for them, allowing them to exert their power 100%.

The fifty-one-year-old Noseless Demon wanted to kill Ollivander the moment he got his wand.

But he was stopped by his younger self.

There is no reason, it's all because the young self is unhappy seeing the ugly self. I will protect whatever he wants to kill, and agree with him if he opposes it.

The old noseless demon also loathed his young self.

Just like an adult who left the Secondary School, watching the barrage websites swiping the screen like the two stinging apes, but completely forgot that he had done more stupid things in the Secondary School.

Every Voldemort gets a wand.

Each of them only admitted that they were the only Voldemort, and that the others were nothing but falsehoods.

The five Voldemorts slowly distanced themselves.

The wizard hiding in the shop watched through the gap in fear and anxiety, praying for them to leave quickly, and praying for the arrival of reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic.

The five were silent for a long time.

They also know that they don't have enough strength to deal with another self. Once a battle occurs, both sides must suffer. The result of the fisherman's gain, everyone wants to be a profiteer.

"How long can we stand still, until the arrival of the Ministry of Magic?"

Twenty-two-year-old Tom Riddle questioned sharply. He was the first to put away his wand and said indifferently: "The five of us can easily overthrow the Ministry of Magic by working together. The ridiculous thing is that it is impossible for us to cooperate at all."

"I will prove that I am the real Voldemort, the Dark Lord!"

He raised his head indifferently, turned into a black shadow, and disappeared into Diagon Alley.

The other Voldemorts could have guessed the meaning of his words.

Everyone is Voldemort, so they have to rely on their own means to prove who is the real Voldemort and who should become the real Dark Lord.

The other Voldemorts also retracted their wands, and after a moment of contemplation, they turned into black shadows and disappeared.

Leaving the messy and deserted Diagon Alley.