I'm Really an Alchemist

Nagini (Voldemort) has no humanity in his eyes, only a greedy beast. As if playing with food, it slowly crawled over, blocked the mouse's way with its body, opened its mouth, and its stinky saliva dripped on the withered yellow leaves.

hiss!

Nagini opened his mouth and bit the desperate mouse.

"Nagini..."

A surprised voice came over.

Nagini's body froze suddenly, and under it, the gray mouse was too frightened to move, its eyes full of fear.

"It's really you, Nagini!"

Quirrell held a wand, his expression ranged from doubt to surprise.

He walked quickly towards the big snake.

"Fizz!"

Pain and confusion floated in Nagini's beastly and savage snake eyes. It moved away from Quilo in a panic, then soared into the sky, turning into a puff of black smoke and fleeing into the distance.

Quirrell didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"what happened?"

thump!

There was the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The fat, bald man who came from nowhere fell to the ground, his body twitching, tears and snot all over his face.

"Master...my master..."

Cabin in the woods.

Pettigrew knelt on the ground, looking sadly and sincerely at the human face in the soft chair.

Voldemort's face was particularly livid.

Even his eyes were red with anger.

"Horcrux, Horcrux! Damn bastard, damn French wizard, I FXXK your mother!"

Even Voldemort, the self-proclaimed aristocrat, used the vulgar words he learned when he was an orphan. He finally understood the horror of the situation, and all his Horcruxes were resurrected.

He has no way out.

In the past, as long as the Horcrux existed, no matter how many times he died, he could be resurrected through the Horcrux.

But now, the Horcrux has even become the blade to backstab himself. If he dies, he is really dead. There are six Voldemorts outside, waiting to inherit everything from him.

Damn French wizards!

Voldemort himself finally understood why the French wizard resurrected himself as soon as possible so that he could keep up with the times, and if he did not resurrect, his name, fame, and power would all be divided and disintegrated.

"Let's get out of here!"

Voldemort himself snapped the order.

Quirrell hugged the meat back nervously and carefully, and asked in a low voice, "Master, where are we going?"

Voldemort himself put the crimson Philosopher's Stone on his body, felt the remaining curse in it, and his heart went crazy, as long as he was given another three months, the curse could be completely eliminated.

But there is no time to wait for him now.

"Go to Gaunt's old house, I want to be resurrected!"

Voldemort felt extremely aggrieved.

.....

Paris France.

A beautiful girl in a light gray gown with blond hair down to her waist and eyes as green as a lake walked anxiously on the Champs-Elysées Avenue. Her appearance was so beautiful that a romantic French man stepped forward with concern.

"Miss, do you need help?"

Fleur Delacour grabbed the man's arm in fear.

"He's resurrected, he's here, run away! Run away!"

The French man was flattered, and other passers-by approached him.

"Don't worry, we will definitely protect you!"

Fu Rong's eyes widened slightly, looking at the Muggle men approaching because of her beauty, she suddenly pulled out her wand from under her school robe, and cried softly, "Voldemort is resurrected, run away!"

With a wave of her magic wand, invisible waves of magic power surged out.

The Muggles around only felt a gust of icy wind spreading around the beautiful girl, and a faint frost floated around them. They felt strange about what happened around them.

Not long after performing magic in Furong, the staff of the French Ministry of Magic quickly tracked down traces and came to this commercial street.

"Damn it, you're using magic in front of so many Muggles?"

A young witch stepped forward angrily, snatched Fleur's wand, and shouted angrily, "Do you know how much trouble this will cause?"

The Muggle man next to him wanted to stand up for Fleur, but the witch used the Oblivion Curse.

A large number of wizards lined up on the street, controlling the flow of people, controlling the area of ​​influence with the Muggle Repelling Curse, and erasing Muggle memories with ease.

"he came!"

Fu Rong grabbed the witch's palm and said in a trembling voice, "Help me, please help me!"

The witch looked at the half veela strangely, vaguely aware that something was wrong, she calmly said: "You are a student of Beauxbatons, and I also graduated not long ago, but what you committed, even Beauxbatons can't help you you."

She took Fleur's hand and was about to be sent to the Ministry of Magic for trial.

"late...."

Fu Rong murmured in a low voice, her body trembling slightly.

The temperature suddenly dropped, and gray-brown clouds surged from the sky, falling one after another on the ground, manifesting a figure.

They were all students in Beauxbaton's school uniform.

There are mostly women and few men. Everyone has a calm and proud expression, and the mark of a crimson unicorn is branded on their arms.

Fleur suddenly grabbed the witch's palm.

A wizard stepped forward dissatisfied.

"What do you want to do, continue to add troubles to us? The Wizengamot will propose to Mrs. Maxim to cancel your student status."

This male wizard is a member of the special tribunal, the Wizengamot, and wears a distinctive uniform.

Just as he strode over.

One of the girls drew out her wand and aimed it at him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Scarlet red arc light like a devil, ejected from the wand, hit the male wizard. The male wizard's eyes turned gray in an instant, and his body fell to the ground with a bang.

“…”

After a moment of silence.

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic screamed in terror.

"Run away!"

Fu Rong grabbed the dazed witch, turned her head and ran out, the radiance of the curse behind her shot together, and the screams of fear were mixed together, like a nightmare in progress.

"Why..." the witch screamed: "Why did they suddenly attack us and use the Unforgivable Curse!"

Only Dark wizards use the Unforgivable Curse.

It was an absolute evil spell that could not be defended against but could only be dodged, a spell that terrified wizards.

Fu Rong said in a deep voice, "They are Death Eaters."

"Death Eater?" Hearing this terrifying name, the witch was once again in a daze. She was dragged away by Fu Rong, and said blankly, "You mean..."

Fu Rong turned her head and pursed her lips.

"That's right, he's resurrected!"

"But isn't he in England..." The witch's heart turned cold. Voldemort, the Mysterious Man, and the Dark Lord, no matter which name was used, it would be a nightmare for the wizarding world.

Furong didn't speak.

The two fled the battlefield directly.

The witch was going to notify the Ministry of Magic to get ready, but was stopped by Fleur.

"The Death Eaters' target is the Ministry of Magic!" Half Veela said, "The Dark Lord has ruled Beauxbatons as the base of the Death Eaters. I thought he would attack the Ministry of Magic in a few days, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"According to French tradition...I think at this time, the Ministry of Magic has surrendered!"

The witch wanted to defend herself, but she lowered her head dejectedly.

"What the hell...I got this job so hard, why did this happen, what are we going to do now, throw up your hands and surrender?"

Fleur showed her composure.

"France can't wait anymore. The Dark Lord has won over the French family of pure-blood wizards. The country will fall into his hands. We have to find new help... Do you know where Nicole Flamel lives? "

Nicole Flamel, an honorary alumnus of Beauxbatons and a close friend of Dumbledore the White Wizard, lives in Paris all year round.

The witch said: "You have found the right person. I am Mr. LeMay's second-generation niece——Cecilia Lefevere."

Fu Rong was finally surprised this time.

"Are you from a pure-blood family?" Lefevere is one of the nine pure-blood families in France, although this family, like the Weasley family in England, belongs to the declining and close-to-Muggle pure-blood family.

Cecilia spread her hands and said: "Don't mention it, our family is so dilapidated that I need to come out to work!"

She took Fleur and did not rely on magic (worried about attracting attention), and took Muggle transportation to the apartment where Nicole Flamel lived. The originator of alchemy in the wizarding world, like ordinary people, lived in Muggle apartments.

Cecilia rang the doorbell respectfully.

The house elf in an apron and pull-up slippers opened the door. He was not surprised by Cecilia's visit, and his face was full of anxiety and fear.

"Miss Lefevere, and this Veela lady, come in quickly!"

It hurriedly welcomed the two witches into the house, and closed the door carefully.