I'm Really an Alchemist

"I think he made it very clear."

A cold, familiar voice appeared behind Voldemort.

crackle crackle crackle!

The phantom shadow fell to the ground, manifesting a figure.

At the head was the equally hideous, hairless fifty-two-year-old Voldemort in wizard robes with spider patterns, and behind him stood the Death Eaters rescued from Azkaban.

"Damn it, you impostor!"

Voldemort himself turned around abruptly, glaring at his other self with a ferocious face.

The wand in his hand pierced a red lightning, and with lightning speed, he blatantly stabbed at the fifty-two-year-old Voldemort, but was counteracted by Bellatrix behind Voldemort.

"Bellatrix, I am your master!"

Voldemort looked coldly at the most loyal Death Eater who once loved and worshiped himself.

"No, my master will always be the adults around me!" Bellatrix covered her mouth and smiled like a maniac. She ignored Voldemort's increasingly angry eyes and looked at the fifty-two-year-old Voldemort with admiration.

Lucius, Quirrell and Peter have been confused by the sudden situation.

Especially Lucius and the Death Eaters behind him are a group of grasshoppers who follow the strong. They will follow after Voldemort is resurrected, but there are two Voldemorts in front of them.

Which one should I follow?

But they didn't know that they were scumbags who had been abandoned by other Voldemorts long ago, and only Voldemort, who had just been resurrected and had no power around him, was willing to accept them.

"You say I'm a counterfeit?" The fifty-two-year-old Voldemort showed a cold and dangerous smile, and glanced at Lucius with disdain: "But they don't think so, whoever is stronger is the real Dark Lord .”

A large number of magic fluctuations came one after another.

More and more Dark Marks appeared in the sky.

The pure white unicorn, the violent hornet dragon, the pitch-black acromantula, and the weird and dangerous basilisk.

crackle crackle crackle!

The sound of apparation became a dense music.

Lucius and other old Death Eaters approached Voldemort in fear, and groups of new forces appeared around them, wearing white robes with unicorns embroidered on them. Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle, Twenty-year-old Tom Riddle in a scarlet robe with a tattoo of a dangerous dragon.

Behind him was a group of violent vampires, a twenty-two-year-old Voldemort with bloodshot eyes and a cold smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Voldemort The Mortal is surrounded by four styles of Death Eaters at the center.

Gaunt House.

The land of Voldemort's family gathered five Voldemorts.

Sensing the fluctuations of the four magic powers that were not weak at all, and even surpassed his own, Voldemort's face became more and more gloomy. He looked at the angry, dangerous, or violent Death Eaters behind him in other age groups. , and looked at the wall behind him eating dead disciples.

There was a kind of depressed mood.

"It seems that your Dark Mark has summoned many people?" Fifty-two-year-old Voldemort suppressed the sneer on his face, and pulled out his wand solemnly.

Twenty-two-year-old Voldemort, his eyes fixed on the central body.

"'I' is resurrected, of course I have to come and meet, what should I do if I can't see you in the future?" He showed a distorted smile to Voldemort, who was facing an enemy: "Why do you want to be resurrected, you also have to come Join the game?"

"What game?" Voldemort asked in a low voice.

Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle, with elegant and generous demeanor, full of gentlemanly demeanor, he wore a pair of white gloves, symbolizing the purest holy beast, and said with a smile: "A game about who is the real Voldemort, the Dark Lord."

Voldemort himself knew the rules of the game.

This is a game of killing each other.

He felt as uncomfortable as eating shit. Not only did he have to resurrect in a hurry and unpreparedly, but he also brought a bunch of trash to fight to the death with the soul that had been split. He wished he could go back to the past and hack to death the self who wanted to split the soul.

"The real Dark Lord is naturally the adults beside me!"

Behind twenty-year-old Riddle, Viktor Krum replied confidently.

The Durmstrang Academy of Magic is quite suitable as the base of the Death Eaters. Tom took this school into his pocket without spending any effort.

"The Dark Lord by your side can't even win a German Ministry of Magic~"

Eighteen-year-old Tom's playful eyes fell on twenty-year-old Tom's face.

"It's just a stubborn resistance!" Twenty-year-old Voldemort slowly stretched his five fingers, and an orange flame burst out of his palm, but he played with it in his hand, and the flame reflected the dim light in his eyes.

"I am the acting minister of the French Ministry of Magic now." Eighteen-year-old Voldemort said, "I can help the German Ministry of Magic to make things right in the name of France, so what should you do?"

Twenty-year-old Voldemort raised his head, eyes blazing with fire.

He laughed.

"That's not good, you can kill them together!"

The Beauxbaton Death Eaters indifferently pulled out their wands, and the Durmstrang Death Eaters also pulled out their wands, and the two waves of forces were on the verge of breaking out.

Voldemort, who was surrounded by it, watched every movement and listened to every conversation.

He was silent, calmly restraining his sense of presence, and only hoped that these people would be beaten badly so that he could benefit from it.

"Fight!"

Voldemort, who was before the blood race, clapped his hands excitedly: "Should we just decide the winner here?"

The Death Eaters rescued by Azkaban also pulled out their wands, their eyes excited, and they just wanted to kill.

However, the [-]-year-old and [-]-year-old Voldemort made his subordinates put away their hostility.

"cut."

Seeing that he couldn't fight, the twenty-two-year-old Voldemort sighed in disappointment.

"We are all the same person, although we are of different ages." Fifty-two-year-old Voldemort said in a low voice, "I also guess why you came here."

"France is my territory." Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle said calmly: "Fortunately, Tony LeMay, I need time to suppress the rebels. I can wait for you to prepare."

"It doesn't take long for Germany, I can master it!"

Twenty-year-old Tom Riddle's eyes were full of violence, and the dragon's blood was burning and boiling in his body. He lightly pinched the flame in his hand.

"Hohohoho, since you have divided your territory, I will reluctantly accept Eastern Europe." The [-]-year-old Voldemort sighed with disappointment: "Compared with England, France and Germany, Romania's Ministry of Magic is really a little challenging. None?"

The eyes of the blood race behind him glowed with a dim green light.

The Romanian Ministry of Magic has become a place of blood, and those wizards who dare to resist have become the food of vampires.

Crazy vampires, undead vampires, crazily multiplying offspring, covering Eastern Europe.

Everyone looked past Voldemort himself and looked at his old self.

"We will leave England!" The fifty-two-year-old Voldemort saw through the other people's intentions and sneered, "I want Northern Europe."

He will not be fooled.

Britain is a hot potato right now.

There may be French wizards who are mortal threats to them, as well as Dumbledore.

If there is no external threat, any Voldemort will have the patience to outlast Dumbledore, but now it is a race, and others are developing their power crazily, while he is delayed by Dumbledore.

It's just for nothing.

Although every Voldemort has eyes for Hogwarts.

The devil's idea was debunked, and Voldemort sighed slightly in their hearts, as expected of themselves, so cunning and cunning.

"Then Britain can only be left to you." Eighteen-year-old Tom looked at the main body and said with a smile, "I hope you can keep this piece of land and wait for the winner to pick it up."

leave this sentence.

With the unicorn Death Eater behind him, he turned into a white shadow and disappeared.

Other Voldemorts also apparated away one after another with their forces.

Twenty-two-year-old Voldemort was the last to leave. He waited for a while, shook his head and said, "Six Horcruxes, seven Voldemorts, there are only five here."

crackle.

He also disappeared into Gaunt's old house with his blood clan.

Voldemort's face was livid, but he unconsciously recalled this sentence, where are the two resurrected selves?

"Lord Voldemort... what are we going to do?"

Lucius and the others were so frightened that they were speechless for a long time.

They listened to the entire conversation with a huge amount of information, and a fool could understand the meaning of the words.

The battle of magic, which was originally only in the British Peninsula, will spread to the whole of Europe.

They were terrified.

These wall-eating Death Eaters only want to follow the strong to reappear the glory of pure-blood wizards, but they don't want to fight at all. It is still a battle of Death Eaters spreading throughout Europe.

It's too hard for them.

Lucius wanted to quit the Death Eaters.

Voldemort clenched his fists and took a deep breath before adjusting his mood.

They collectively evacuated Gaunt's old house and used Malfoy Manor as their base. The resurrected Voldemort did not take the initiative to attack and disrupt the wizarding world. He carefully hid in Malfoy Manor and closely collected information.

Everyone is thinking carefully.

The same is true for him, since these Horcrux clones are going to start a war, for special reasons, the British peninsula is safe.

He can hide in the dark, find the right opportunity, and be a profitable fisherman.

Voldemort himself was right to be cautious.

Not long after, the French Ministry of Magic declared war on the German Ministry of Magic, and the Second European Magical War officially kicked off.

PS: Thanks to Gu Yuegui for the blade

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