I'm Really an Alchemist

She looked down at the giantess from a height.

"Of course we know."

This blond girl is the president of the student council of the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and she is also the most proud student of the teachers, but this girl dedicated all her maturity and intelligence to Tom Riddle.

"Mrs. Maxim." The girl smiled and said, "It's time for you to step down from the position of principal. Sir Tom will lead us to move forward and create our own future."

The giantess' eyes were wide open and her breath was short of breath, but she was tied up by several students and thrown into the basement.

Tom Riddle was sitting in the principal's office that belonged to her, and a row of Beauxbaton's professors stood in front of him. These professors stood in front of him anxiously, with their heads lowered, completely unable to see their previous posture.

"Please don't be afraid." Tom Riddle said gently: "I will not interfere with your teaching, I will only provide some direction for your teaching."

The professors were still trembling with fear.

From the second hour after Tom Riddle appeared in Beauxbatons, the school completely surrendered, and his crowds and followers grew more and more. The professors couldn't figure out what kind of magical power he had, that he could Let most of the students follow like a fanatic.

"Principal, what should we do in the future?"

Some professors squeezed out a flattering smile and called Tom Riddle the headmaster.

The other professors scolded him for being shameless from the bottom of their hearts, while scrambling to get on their knees.

Tom Riddle leaned back on his chair, looked at these professors mockingly, took out his wand and tapped it on the parchment, handed the parchment to the student council president, and said calmly, "Choose the elites and become my Death Eaters."

The blonde put away the parchment, took out her wand and stuck it on her fair arm.

Blood gushed out, forming a crimson unicorn mark on his arm.

Tom Riddle sat in the office, looking at the mountains and grasslands in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the corners of his mouth curled up in a pleasant arc.

Eighteen-year-old Voldemort is completely different from other Voldemorts of other ages.

When Tom made this horcrux, he had just graduated from Hogwarts. As the former head of the Hogwarts student union, he thought more than once about how to change the wizarding world if he could become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

And now, he's done it.

Tom Riddle chuckled suddenly. If he thought of it, someone else would.

Bulgarian mountains.

Twenty-year-old Tom Riddle was wearing a black robe, standing quietly on the lake, looking at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic in the distance.

This magic school, which trained the first Dark Lord and only recruits pure-blood wizards, is the best Death Eater base.

He patted his robe, dropped his wand into his hand, and with a cold smile, he walked slowly towards the tall building standing in the distance.

.....

Balkans - Romania.

boom!

The man was smashed against the wall, his sternum sunken in an instant.

He was wearing gorgeous clothes and a diamond-encrusted ring on his palm. No matter where he looked, he was a nobleman and upper class.

But such a person was covered in scars, with an uncontrollable fear floating on his face.

"No...please, don't..."

The man raised his head, he obviously suffered a fatal injury, but he recovered slowly in a short time.

Romania is the birthplace of vampires, and there are enough vampires living here that they call themselves Bloodlines and have non-aggression pacts with wizards.

Men are marquises of blood.

It is also the vampire with the highest rights, the highest honor, and the strongest power among all vampires.

But such a powerful vampire crawled on all fours like an animal, and crawled to the young man's feet.

It was a young man with bloodshot eyes and a paler face than a vampire.

Twenty-two-year-old Voldemort, Tom Marvolo Riddle.

"I am willing to obey you, I am willing to obey you..." the Marquis begged.

In this luxurious castle, a large number of vampires are pinned to death on the walls. They are not dead, but they are suffering far more painful torture than death. The screams and wails rise and fall like music.

"You seem to have forgotten me."

Voldemort bent down, stroked the Marquis's head gently, grabbed his hair, and pulled it back sharply.

Click.

The Marquis turned his head ninety degrees, meeting Voldemort's cold eyes.

Even though the cervical spine was broken, the vampire did not die, and he shed tears of fear.

Forty-five years ago, Voldemort, who left the Bokin Bok shop, set foot in this territory where vampires lived, and showed his cruel methods, almost exterminating the vampires that had been multiplying for thousands of years.

Until Voldemort left Romania.

The vampire hid for several years before carefully developing its descendants and growing stronger again.

After Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, the vampires once celebrated and worshiped Harry Potter, thinking that their fear had finally disappeared.

Until, the horror came again.

"Do you know?" Tom's soft voice appeared coldly in the vampire's ear: "I'm playing a game, a game I'm playing with myself, some people are playing house at school, and some are recycling Useless subordinate."

"But—" He took out his wand, puffed it into the vampire's artery, and made it howl in pain: "It's just to win the game, aren't consumables more useful?"

The arterial wand pours mad magic.

Accompanied by the vampire's pain, these magical powers clenched its heart, penetrated into its soul, and enslaved the soul with special black magic.

The vampire suddenly widened his eyes and trembled all over.

In his pupils, a phantom of a green snake emerged, and the phantom flowed from the pupils, into the blood vessels, and into the heart.

"Obey you, my master."

The vampire knelt in front of Tom, showing a ferocious and crazy smile.

Close to Romania is the boundless forest, bordering the twelve countries of Eastern Europe.

Albanian forest.

A fluttering wind whizzed towards the ground, and then fell to the ground, turning into an Asian girl with smoky makeup. This Asian girl trembled in pain, leaning against the tree, her expression was confused and wild at one moment, and ferocious at another.

"Give me your body, Nagini!"

The girl growled ferociously, "I am your master, give me your body!"

"Damn it, I'm Voldemort!"

"I'm Nagini... Credence, I won't let Grindelwald take you away!"

"He's dead!" The girl knelt on the ground in pain, her slender white palms digging into the soil: "You're dead too, your consciousness and memory are fake!"

"Give me back your body!"

"Fizz!"

The girl crazily rolled on the ground, she would transform into a human form, a big snake, or even a half-human half-snake.

Not even Dubois could have imagined such a coincidence.

Voldemort's soul, which was supposed to devour Nagini's resurrection, inadvertently restored the memory and consciousness of Nagini's human form in the process of growing up... No, it can't be called recovery.

But in Voldemort's own memory, all the memories of Nagini's blood-cursed orcs appeared.

She has a split personality.

crackle!

The apparated black shadow fell to the ground.

Nagini (Voldemort) raised his neck, turned into a big snake, quickly followed the tree, and climbed into the canopy.

"Owner...."

Peter Pettigrew whispered: "Master, are you here? I am Peter, your faithful servant."

The snake shadow glides slowly on the tree.

Nagini Voldemort, whose human nature was occupied by animal nature, looked greedily at the fresh flesh under the tree, slowly opened his mouth, and quietly and silently hung his tail on the branch, hanging behind Peter Pettigrew.

"Owner?"

Peter Pettigrew noticed that the breath was nearby, and he turned around quickly with a happy face.

Nagini opened his mouth wide and bit his neck.

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"host--"

Pettigrew's eyes widened, and at the moment when the smelly mouth bit on it, he instinctively transformed into an Animagus, his body suddenly became short, and Nagini's huge mouth swung across the top of his head.

A gray mouse, squeaking like crazy.

Nagini let go of his tail and hit the ground. The snake's eyes were full of wildness and greed, and his coiled upper body was like a green arrow, shooting out towards the mouse.

Pettigrew was so frightened that he forgot his loyalty and turned around and ran away crazily.

The mouse runs away, but the big snake chases after it.

Pettigrew fully exerted the mouse's ability to escape, like a gray shadow, shuttled through the forest, terrified in his heart, but the black spotted snake behind him was chasing after him, every time he was half a step away, he could swallow the mouse into the belly.

"Master master master!"

"I am your faithful servant!"

Exhausted, the mouse hid behind the old oak tree and squeaked non-stop at the approaching big snake. It retreated step by step, but it had no strength to escape.