I'm Really an Alchemist

In the living room, Nicole Flamel, an old and skinny alchemist with white hair, was standing by the window with his back to them, looking at the street.

"Cecilia, Miss Delacour." Nicole Flamel said solemnly, "I already know why you are here, Querra, bring that thing here."

The house-elf put a copper pot on the table.

The two girls looked at him puzzled.

"This is the Portkey." Nicole LeMay said, "Leaving France, go to the Portkey of Hodmog Village. The Death Eaters have mastered the Ministry of Magic. They immediately blocked the Floo Network. Transport hubs have also been brought under control."

"This is the Portkey I used to communicate with Dumbledore. Leave and escape to Hogwarts. The Dark Lord and Death Eaters dare not attack Hogwarts."

Cecilia exclaimed in disbelief.

"Could it be that even you, uncle, can't do anything?"

Nicole Flamel shook his head: "I'm just an old man about to die."

At this time, the house elf Quila slapped her ears lightly, her face was full of panic, and she whispered, "Master, they are here!"

There was a wave of magic power at the door of the apartment, and an Auror dressed as the Ministry of Magic appeared.

"Mr. Flamel." An indifferent female voice appeared at the door: "An informant has reported that there are criminals wanted by the Ministry of Magic hiding in your house. Please open the door and let us check it out!"

The Ministry of Magic was indeed under Voldemort's control.

Fleur and Cecilia were close together, and they drew out their wands, full of fear.

Nicole Flamel signaled them to leave quickly with his eyes, coughed a few times, and said in a low voice: "I only have a widowed old man here, and there are no wanted criminals. You are in the wrong place."

There was a moment of silence outside.

"Mr. Flamel, Lord Tom respects you very much. As long as you are willing, Beauxbaton will always open the door for you. He can help you regain your youth and prolong your life. I hope you will not embarrass us."

Nicole Flamel sneered.

"Thanks to the great love of Lord Dark Lord, I am already old and weak, and I can't bear the heavy responsibility!"

boom!

There was a loud noise from the gate, and a clear imprint appeared on the metal iron gate.

"Master! They're about to break in!" the house elf was about to cry: "The protection magic won't last long!"

Nicole Flamel looked at the two girls.

"Run away! I'll buy time!"

Fu Rong looked forward to: "Aren't you going to escape with us, we can use the Portkey to escape together!"

Nicole Flamel showed concern for the younger generation.

He took out a copy of his alchemy experience from his sleeve, stuffed it into Fu Rong's hand, and said in a low voice: "I won't live long, the Dark Lord is going to raise a cloud of terror in the country I live in, and there must be people in this country who can't escape. Someone has to fight back."

"Someone has to come as hope!"

He forcefully pushed Furong and Cecilia towards the copper pot.

In the blink of an eye, violent fluctuations of magic power spread out, and the two girls disappeared into the room with a crackling sound, and the copper pot hit the ground with a clatter.

The people outside sensed the magic power and rushed to the door even more frantically.

boom!

The door knocked down.

A silver-haired and indifferent woman strode in. She looked at the copper pot still spinning on the ground with anger in her eyes.

"Smashed to pieces!"

She swung her wand violently, shattering the copper cauldron, and stared at the alchemist fiercely.

"Mr. Flamel, you shouldn't have resisted Master Tom!" She was very disappointed: "Master Tom asked us to invite you over."

Nicole Flamel smiled calmly.

He drew his wand from his sleeve and faced the Death Eater.

"Let him dream!"

He waved his wand.

1992, April 12.

Alchemist Nicole Mailer rebelled against the French Dark Lord and died heroically. France fell the next day, and the Ministry of Magic hung the unicorn flag.

PS: Thank you for the blades and hot strips of the juicer, and for the blades of Xuanyuan Huayu

One more chapter tonight

Chapter 408 Chapter 50 European Magic War

"Father's bone."

Quirrell threw the white bone in his hand into the green medicinal soup.

"Servant's meat!"

He carefully glanced at Voldemort, the piece of meat in Peter Pettigrew's arms, gritted his teeth, cut off his severed palm with a dagger, plunged it into the medicine soup, and quickly dissolved it.

Quirrell snorted in pain, quickly stopped the bleeding for himself, and stepped back carefully.

Pettigrew Peter timidly stepped forward, picked up the meaty Voldemort, and slowly sank into the green medicine soup.

He took out the Philosopher's Stone again, and while stirring the medicine soup, he put this crimson, life-filled hexagonal crystal into the medicine vat, and the vigorous vitality was liberated from the dissolved Philosopher's Stone, and then a burst of The scarlet light shot straight into the dark sky.

Pettigrew Peter quickly retreated to Quirrell, full of anxiety.

"Mr. Quirrell...the master should be fine, right?"

He was very worried.

The original black magic ritual required the bones of the father, the flesh of the servant and the blood of the enemy to complete the real resurrection.

But before that, he must replenish enough vitality to make his soul complete.

Voldemort used the Philosopher's Stone as a medicine, and with his profound knowledge of black magic, he modified the resurrection ceremony, locked the vitality of the Philosopher's Stone firmly in the medicine soup, and even skipped the link of the enemy's blood.

"We have to trust the master." Quirrell said.

The medicinal soup was steaming, and the ceremony lasted for ten minutes.

A naked, hairless, mummy-like man slowly floated out. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the wand fell into his hand, and a dark robe appeared on his body.

"I'm finally resurrected!"

Voldemort (the devil) fell to the ground lightly, sighing with emotion like singing.

Feeling the condition of his body, he shook his head in dissatisfaction. Although he made the best preparations to suppress the snake poison curse and spiritual brand in the Philosopher's Stone to the minimum, he was still affected to a certain extent.

This influence makes him intimidated by Medusa's coercion.

But compared to other Voldemorts, it is already much better.

The other Voldemorts are really in the hands of Medusa, who wants him to live and die.

"Master!" Quirrell and Peter stepped forward respectfully and happily. Voldemort looked at the severed palm, and with a light touch of the wand, a metal palm grew out of Quirrell.

Quirrell quickly knelt down in gratitude.

"Summon the Death Eaters." After Voldemort experienced the joy of being resurrected, a sense of crisis came to his mind. He didn't know what happened outside and what the other six Voldemorts did.

Those Voldemorts were the same person as him, and Voldemort's face became more solemn,

Pettigrew Peter and Quirrell jointly raised their wands and exploded their magic power.

A dark symbol appeared in the sky.

Green skulls and misty snakes.

Lucius, who was far away in the Malfoy Manor, only felt his arm ache like a fire. He saw the Dark Devil's logo glowing, and his fear and anxiety dissipated immediately. stand up.

"He... the Lord Dark Lord summoned me."

"Lord Voldemort has not abandoned us!"

There was a Death Eater gathering in the manor, and everyone's faces showed joy and joy. They quickly changed into black robes, and disappeared into the manor castle by using apparition.

In the empty hall.

The crumpled Daily Prophet was still placed on the long dark gray European-style round wooden table.

"The French Ministry of Magic has fallen, where will we go!" "

"The German magic world has been invaded by Death Eaters. The Minister of the German Ministry of Magic has spoken that he will resist until the last soldier!" "

From title to text.

In a desperate tone, the editor announced that the end was near.

......

Gaunt's old house, the sky is gloomy.

crackle!

Dozens of apparition sounds appeared one after another. The Death Eater in black robe hid his face in the hood and knelt down in front of Voldemort, his body trembling with excitement.

Voldemort continued to wait.

But he waited a long time, and there were only a dozen Death Eaters in front of him.

"Is it just you?" Voldemort walked over disappointed, lifted Lucius' hood, and said softly, "Bellatrix is ​​still locked in Azkaban?"

Lucius was in a daze, he raised his head and looked carefully at Voldemort.

"Bellatrix...wasn't rescued by you?"

Snapped.

Voldemort put his palm on Lucius' head, his voice could not suppress the anger, and whispered: "Speak clearly, Malfoy!"