I'm Really an Alchemist

Christmas is coming as scheduled, but Hogwarts is not even half festive.

The students helped the professor restore the castle. Dumbledore announced with the authority of the headmaster that this year's Christmas holiday was cancelled, and all Hogwarts students were not allowed to leave here.

And asked them to write to their families immediately to inform the news of Voldemort's resurrection. If possible, the family members should prepare early.

This year's Christmas seemed to be shrouded in clouds, but the students did not complain at all. They hid silently in the public rest area, no one spoke, no one discussed, and no one laughed.

They just quietly looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, fearful of the future life.

On the night of Voldemort's resurrection, Dumbledore informed Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic of the news as quickly as possible, but Minister Fudge was unwilling to believe it, refused to admit that Voldemort was resurrected, and resurrected six at a time.

It wasn't until the incident in Diagon Alley that they discovered to their horror that the illusion of peace had been shattered.

Terror strikes again!

"Are you leaving?"

Zhou Qi looked up in surprise.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a little embarrassed and a little scared.

"The mysterious man has been resurrected. I plan to leave Europe and hide in the United States."

He voiced his fears.

No one accused him of fleeing. He stood up for the students when Voldemort was just resurrected. He had fulfilled his responsibilities as a teacher. Now, it is only natural for him to flee because of fear.

Gilderoy Lockhart has submitted his resignation to Dumbledore.

He handed the book in his hand to Zhou Qi.

"Professor Dumbledore mentioned to me, Professor Ivan, you need my oblivion technique to complement the arcane... arcane, well, I still can't believe it, Professor Ivan, you created Muggle magic. "

"The technique of oblivion is my only ability. I sort out my experience. If I can write my name when I can complete the arcane technique, it would be too cost-effective...Of course, it doesn't matter if I don't write it. This is My gratitude is also my help as a friend!"

Zhou Qi took the book, which was written in cursive English - Lockhart's experience in forgetting.

He was slightly moved.

Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous professor of black magic in the original book is actually a very nice person. He put away the books, then took out an American Express Centurion black card from the drawer, and wrote down a series of numbers, which combined The black card was stuffed into Gilderoy Lockhart's hand.

"It's the credit card of Muggle society, it helps you if you get into trouble in America."

Although Gilderoy-Lockhart didn't know what the Centurion Black Card was, he was moved to put it away, picked up the suitcase, and left Hogwarts on the empty steam train.

After sending him to the car to leave, Zhou Qi returned to Hogwarts in silence with the professors and students who had come to see him off.

The arcane matter is no secret at Hogwarts, but the students, including Harry and others, only think that Zhou Qi is a wizard who hides his identity, and they are not in the mood to pursue it now that Voldemort is resurrected.

Zhou Qi thought to himself, it's time to announce the matter of arcane arts.

PS: After begging for the blade last night, many bigwigs offered rewards, and Ah Xu was very moved.

The most beautiful boss gave 132 blades, the poisonous darts of justice rewarded dog food and a lot of salted fish spikes, as well as the dream chaser and Mami-senpai's skunk head, and Yujun Yiyue's blade spree , as well as those who have always supported me, such as Zujipi, Saint Luo Lan, EX, Haolong Mishapo, Greedy, Angry, Slow and Suspicious, exhausted Rolling Stone, 3d6 rewards and party monsters, and 33tian monthly pass, are really touched

I did the math, the blades and rewards I got yesterday and today add up to 29500 cat coins as a reward, according to the rules of other novels, it is 50 blades and 5000 rewards plus one update, I owe five chapters!

But Ah Xu does not follow the rules of adding updates, and my coding speed is not fast. To ensure that the progress of the plot and the main story is not slow, [-] is the limit, but I can guarantee [-] updates until the end of this book

I hope readers will continue to support

Chapter 406 Chapter 48 Voldemort's Death Eaters (Subscribe)

"The Dark Lord has returned! What is the Ministry of Magic doing?"

"How should we face the six Dark Lords, will fate favor us?"

The Daily Prophet kept up with current events, and the headlines in the paper expressed fear.

For the first time in twelve years in the British wizarding world, terror descended again.

The Death Eaters have changed from the timidity of the past, and have become extraordinarily assertive. They expect the Dark Lord to call them back and return to the glory of pure blood wizards.

People in the Ministry of Magic were in a state of panic, and everyone from ministers to ordinary office workers felt overcast. Minister Fudge wanted to turn into an ostrich and stick his head in the sand, so as to pretend that he didn't know about it.

As a result, strange phenomena appeared in the British wizarding world.

Every wizard knows that the dark magic has returned, but the Ministry of Magic treats it as invisible. They neither refute the rumors nor hunt down Voldemort. They live as they have in the past.

It's just that in the Ministry of Magic, the status of pure-blood wizards has risen a lot unconsciously.

Even stranger.

Voldemort has been resurrected, but except for the time in Diagon Alley, the Dark Lord disappeared in the British peninsula. Those Death Eaters who were looking forward to being summoned waited for several days without waiting for the summoning of the Dark Mark, which became extremely embarrassing.

Has the master abandoned us?

The Death Eaters, including Lucius, didn't think of it consciously.

Their guess was not bad. For Voldemort, it is better to rescue his loyal servants than to summon these betrayed subordinates.

Starting from the British Peninsula by boat, sailing to the north, there is a boundless fog.

The fog will lead Muggle ships to deviate from the direction, and the magnetic field will be chaotic. Unless there is a specific way, it is impossible to find the real prison island-Azkaban in the fog.

This is a prison with only dementors and prisoners.

In the mist, the dark island is looming, and the bare reef grows strangely. There are countless dementors flying on the island—a horrible monster that sucks happiness and eventually devours the soul. They float in the sky and come in and out of the prison. .

In the dark sky, thunder appeared for no reason, and lightning flashed.

Huo Cha!

The lightning strikes straight down, with a temperature as high as [-] degrees, splitting a dragging and flying dementor into blue smoke, and the remaining power hits the lightning rod in an instant, and the blue arc flickers, falling down the prison,

A figure appeared in front of the prison.

The lightning illuminated the gloomy sky, and also illuminated his appearance.

No hair, no nose, eyes slender like snakes.

The second Dark Lord.

Voldemort at fifty-one.

The dementors devouring happy emotions screamed in terror. They fled in all directions, crying and howling, but were held by Voldemort with magic power. Dazed.

For ordinary wizards, calling god guard is indeed a way to repel dementors.

But for dark wizards, the Killing Curse is more effective.

Dementors are also living beings, not immune to the Killing Curse.

These flying terrifying monsters surrendered in front of even greater terror. They landed on the ground and lowered their bodies towards the Dark Lord, showing absolute obedience.

Voldemort waved his new wand vigorously, and the majestic magic power smashed the small prison.

The criminals came out in confusion, and then saw Voldemort surrounded by dementors at the prison gate.

"Lord Voldemort!"

Bellatrix Lestrange screamed excitedly and was locked in the prison. The tortured Death Eaters came to their senses. They showed excited and cruel smiles and quickly came to Voldemort.

"I knew you would come to our rescue!"

Bellatrix looked at Voldemort's ugly face with admiration, not paying attention to her husband beside her at all, and her husband Rodolphs did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, but lowered his head.

Voldemort smiled grimly.

"You are very good." He praised: "You can be loyal to me and wait for my resurrection."

The Death Eater dropped to one knee and looked up in joy.

The Dark Demon logo on their arms glowed with a faint green fluorescence.

"Lord Voldemort." Bellatrix smirked like a lunatic: "Please continue to lead us to return to the glory of the pure-blood family. Those who betray you will be executed by us, and your hands will not be dirty!"

Voldemort said indifferently: "Before that, we still need to deal with other people."

"Who else do you need to deal with, Dumbledore?" The Death Eater was confused.

Voldemort looked at his loyal subordinates, with a deep light in his pupils, he gently held his wand, and tapped it on Bellatrix's arm - it was the glowing dark symbol of the Dark Lord.

Bellatrix only felt a burning pain in her arm, but it disappeared in an instant.

When she looked over again, the skull-shaped black devil symbol had changed into a dark and ferocious eight-eyed spider.

"It's me I'm dealing with."

With a wave of his wand, Voldemort completely tampered with the Death Eaters' Dark Devil logo. The brand new Dark Devil logo symbolized that their belief was no longer in the name [Voldemort], but only in him.

The Death Eater hung his head obediently and joyfully.

A big black dog crouched in the shadows, watching this scene with eyes full of humanity, it backed away slowly and disappeared into the darkness.

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France - Pyrenees - Beauxbaton School of Magic.

"Furong, run, run!"

The principal Olim Maxim screamed and ordered Fleur, a half-veela in grief, to flee on a flying broom, but she stopped in front of the youth with a giant figure.

"Does it work?"

Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle was at his most handsome age. He had a smile like a spring breeze, and behind him stood a few girls who were bewildered by him and pointed their wands at the principal.

"The devil...you won't succeed!"

Madam Maxim looked sadly at the girl behind Tom Riddle. She suppressed the anger in her chest and growled in a low voice.

"Except your weapons!"

The girl behind Tom subdued the headmaster with the Disarming Charm.

They looked at their principal calmly and indifferently.

"Don't be confused by him, he is Voldemort, he is Voldemort!" Madame Maxime said painfully.

A tall, blond woman approached.