I'm Really an Alchemist

In the newspaper, the Paris city government appealed to citizens not to go out as much as possible. A strange infectious disease was spreading in the city. It was a bloodthirsty disease that would kill if infected, and would also show violent tendencies.

If you develop symptoms, immediately isolate yourself at home and notify the police.

The homeless man picked up the newspaper, glanced at the news, numbly rolled it into a ball, clamped it under his arm, and walked towards the end of desolation and loneliness with the afterglow of the setting sun in the sky.

Night falls.

crackle!

Apparition sound.

Voldemort, wearing a pitch-black robe, appeared on the empty street. A cloud of bats appeared in the sky. A large number of bats covered the moonlight, flapping their wings and changing into human shapes one by one.

The man is handsome, the woman is glamorous.

Wearing robes with green snakes on them, they fell behind Voldemort.

"Master." The leading male vampire prostrated himself on the ground and lowered his head: "The road leading to the French Ministry of Magic has been protected by magic, and there are a large number of wizards blocking the traffic intersection. They have discovered our raid plan! "

"As expected of me..." The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort said with emotion, "I'm really well prepared."

He bent down and stroked the back of the male vampire's head like a pet dog.

"Unfortunately, he's not ruthless enough." The twenty-two-year-old Voldemort murmured, "If he had been more ruthless, he wouldn't have left so much cannon fodder for me."

The vampire pressed his head firmly to the ground, chilling in his bone marrow with fear.

Dense red eyes appeared all around.

Gradually, a large number of people poured out from all around. These people are all Parisians, men and women, old and young.

They opened their mouths wide, their eyes were red, and saliva dripped unconsciously from the corners of their mouths.

The painful face is hideous.

Ghoul.

What would happen if you put an ounce of blood into the Paris tap water reservoir?

Voldemort had an interesting idea, so he did so. He created a creature that was lower than a vampire but higher than an infernal corpse—the ghoul. This creature had its own consciousness, but its body was embraced by the vampires. Controlled by blood.

They can only watch helplessly as they become a manipulative, flesh-eating monster.

"don't want...."

"Mom and Dad..."

"Save me, save me!"

These manipulated ghouls made struggling and painful cries from their throats, but under Voldemort's control, they rushed to the Ministry of Magic like a tide.

The unicorn Death Eaters stuck in various transportation hubs widened their eyes in fright when they saw the crowd of people rushing like zombies out of their cages.

"Damn, what are they?"

Someone said in a trembling voice.

"Avada..." A witch wearing a pure white unicorn pointed her wand at the swarming ghouls, but she was stunned for a second. In front of the wand was a scarlet double eyes, helpless crying girl.

This girl is very beautiful, she should be a popular school belle in Muggle universities.

But this girl with a future twisted her face in pain and cried, "Help me, who can help me!"

The witch's heart softened, and the hand that held the wand couldn't help shaking.

boom!

The defense line was breached by crazy ghouls.

The wizard, who had no time to escape, was overwhelmed by the crowd, wailed in pain, and fell silent.

"retreat!"

The witch turned her head with difficulty, and yelled loudly. Then she waved her wand, and various obstacles rose on the ground to delay the time for the ghouls to capture the Ministry of Magic.

Until she heard the sound of wings flapping.

Swarms of bats surged in the sky, they screamed loudly, and the high-frequency sound waves instantly disintegrated all protective magic.

At this point, there is no obstacle for the ghouls to move forward.

French Ministry of Magic.

"It...they're coming in!"

"Block the door, absolutely block the door!"

"The first floor has been breached!"

"Master Tom, forgive me for not being able to accompany you to the end!"

Explosions, screams, growls, cries.

Eighteen-year-old Tom Riddle sat calmly in the office of the Minister of Magic. He played with his wand, but the slight tremor of his arm represented his intense mood.

The president of Beauxbaton's student union pushed the door open.

"Master Tom, I found a secret way out of the Ministry of Magic." The blond girl said: "Please leave, if you are alive, you will have a chance. I will help you delay the time!"

Tom Riddle listened to the sound of explosions and running near and far.

"It's all like a dream," he murmured.

The blond girl said anxiously, "Master Tom!"

"I lost this game." Tom Riddle got up, pushed the girl away, and walked out of the office.

The remaining Death Eaters were cornered.

The ghoul stopped, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the ghoul. It was a twenty-two-year-old Voldemort with bloodshot eyes and a cold expression. He looked at his young self and smiled.

"It's not my style to surrender so quickly."

Eighteen-year-old Tom, looking at the suffering Parisians controlled by vampires, he rarely fell silent.

"I'm really too weak." He sighed lowly: "I shouldn't just evacuate them, but kill them all, or drive them out of the city. It won't be so easy for you to win."

Twenty-two Voldemort laughed.

"You're not ruthless enough. I knew from the very beginning that it's not the Death Eaters who win this match, but the cannon fodder." He glanced at the tired Death Eaters behind Tom, who were approaching a formidable enemy with a half-smile, "We are the same person, what I can do, you can do too!"

Tom was expressionless.

"I lost, are you going to kill me?"

"Of course not..." Voldemort looked surprised, the vampire stepped forward, and in the pained expression of the Death Eater, snatched Tom Riddle's wand, and then Voldemort approached.

He looked at his young handsome appearance.

"What is your bloodline ability, tell me, Tom." Voldemort said gently.

Tom said calmly: "Charm, I have the charm ability of a unicorn, that's why they are willing to follow me... Capet, you are all attracted by my ability, so you follow me."

The blond was weeping.

"No, Master Tom, I am sincerely willing to follow you and admire you."

Watch this scene.

Voldemort grinned oddly.

"Charm." He drew out his wand, grinned in a weird way, and aimed at Tom's face, and said the spell.

"It's riddled with holes!"

Puff puff puff.

Tom Riddle's handsome face was covered with disgusting blisters, which then crackled and exploded.

"Do not!!"

The blonde screamed angrily.

She rushed towards Voldemort, but was firmly held by the vampire, and could only cry out in pain as she watched Tom Riddle wailing and fell to the ground.

Tom Riddle's handsome face became disgusting and ugly, like a crater on the moon.

Voldemort turned his head, watching the weeping blonde with interest.

"With this appearance, is the charm ability still useful?"

Voldemort squatted beside Tom Riddle, grabbed his wand, and stabbed into the other's chest brazenly. The cursed power from the basilisk spread along the heart veins, and a green snake shadow appeared on the heart.

"Now you are my slave." Voldemort chuckled, "You have lost the qualification to play. From now on, you will only be called Tom, not Voldemort."

Tom got up tremblingly, and knelt at Voldemort's feet.

.....

Outside the French Ministry of Magic, a pitch-black wild cat lay on the eaves, seeing the turmoil in its eyes.

The black cat raised its head, human fear appeared in its eyes, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Far away from the battlefield, the black cat turned into a man, then used apparition fearfully, and disappeared into the dark city.

When he reappeared, he was already at the Durmstrang School of Magic in Bulgaria.

"..."

After listening to the Death Eaters' horrifying narration, twenty-year-old Tom Riddle looked extremely serious.

He sat alone in the office, thinking for a long time in silence.

Feeling horrified at the twenty-two-year-old's methods.

What exactly happened in the past two years, why did I become so cold-blooded and perverted after only two years, even for the sake of the purpose without compromising the means?

After he has digested the power of France, will his next target be me?

Twenty-year-old Tom Riddle is already a handsome young man. He does not have the spirit and innocence of a teenager, and he is well aware of the cruelty of society.

That night, he arrived in Denmark with a few confidants.

Inside a huge estate on the outskirts of Copenhagen.

He saw his fifty-one-year-old self.

"Alliance?" The fifty-one-year-old Voldemort was a little stunned, and sneered again: "We are still at war, how did you come up with the idea of ​​an alliance?"