I'm Really an Alchemist

The dead body of the Death Eater fell to the ground.

"How many people are still looking for death like this?" Tom Riddle wiped his wand, his eyes darkened: "Obviously so many people have been planted here, why would I let so many people go forward to die?"

"I'm Tom Riddle, the second Dark Lord, and I'm not an Auror from the Ministry of Magic." He put away his wand very dissatisfied.

"Because they are cannon fodder, the master said so."

Medusa wiped the dirt off her hands, then turned to look to the other side.

"Someone's approaching the master's house again...and dementors."

Tom Riddle sighed deeply.

He glanced at the fallen body and said, "Forget it, let the Ministry of Magic clean it up!"

The two turned into phantoms and disappeared in this deserted and bloody suburb.

.....

London seemed to have become a bottomless pit, no matter how many men Voldemort sent, they would never return.

Interestingly, they both thought it was the other's fault.

Otherwise, I can't explain why none of the people I sent out came back, either disappeared mysteriously, or died tragically on the street.

The two Voldemorts no longer continued to send men to London. They knew that if they did not deal with each other thoroughly, no matter what they did, they would be hindered.

Instead of sending people to assassinate and kidnap.

It's better to use the extra manpower to deal with another self.

Even the British Ministry of Magic believes that these vampires and Death Eaters who died inexplicably in London all killed each other and died in a fight.

Zhou Qi spent a peaceful and peaceful week before being summoned to Buckingham Palace by the Queen.

A solo recital was prepared for the queen, and during the subsequent lunch, the queen dismissed the waiters and hesitated to speak during the meal.

Until lunch was over and Zhou Qi was about to leave Buckingham Palace.

The queen said: "Mr. Ivan, I have a heartfelt request."

Zhou Qi had already guessed what she was thinking, but stayed there pretending not to know anything.

"I've heard about what's going on in the wizarding world." The Queen spoke softly, "Is that the name of the Battle of the Death Eaters?"

Zhou Qi nodded.

"I also heard that Mr. Ivan, you have created arcane magic, a magic that ordinary people can use?" The queen sat upright, and her expression became serious: "Mr. Ivan, are you willing to become a royal court mage?"

The royal court mage, in the Middle Ages, was the dream honor of every wizard.

"Your Majesty, in modern society, is this position still necessary?" Zhou Qi did not answer directly, but jokingly said.

Queen: "Honor, wealth, power, as long as Mr. Ivan you need, our British Empire can provide you. As long as Mr. Ivan is willing to become a British citizen and teach the arcane to the people of Britain, anything you need , we can provide both.”

Zhou Qi's smile faded.

"Your Majesty, is this what you mean, or what the cabinet wants?"

The queen shuddered.

"It was the idea of ​​John Major (the current prime minister) and he convinced me too."

Zhou Qi sneered in his heart.

No matter which world humans are in, they can't change their greedy nature.

Wanting to monopolize the achievements of arcane arts is for the sake of Britain at a good level, or for his own privilege at a bad level.

Zhou Qi could even imagine what would happen if the Arcane Arts were handed over. The upper classes and capitalists enjoyed the benefits of Arcane Arts, and ordinary people would never want to be contaminated with such power.

This is the resistance that attempts to stand in front of the wheel of the times.

Zhou Qi turned his thoughts and sighed softly: "Your Majesty, I appreciate your great love, but the arcane art is not enough to teach others."

The queen frowned: "But I heard that you created the arcane class at Hogwarts?"

She also knows about Hogwarts—how many ghosts are there in this school?

"Your Majesty, wizards are different from ordinary people." Zhou Qi said seriously: "The key to learning arcane arts lies in the growth of spiritual power. Wizards are born with higher spiritual power than ordinary people. This is how I can teach arcane arts. s reason."

"Ordinary people want to learn arcane arts, they need to increase enough mental power, otherwise they will have a brain breakdown and become a fool! My mental power is slightly higher than ordinary people, but when I was exploring arcane arts, I almost died in it. "

The queen was visibly startled.

Zhou Qi continued: "I have been exploring the way that every ordinary person can learn magic - it's just the power of an individual, it's too weak!"

Queen: "That is to say, Mr. Ivan, the arcane art you created is only a half-finished product? Isn't it enough for everyone to learn?"

"Exactly!" The musician looked gloomy: "If I have enough resources, I might be able to complete this path and dedicate the arcane arts to His Majesty and the British Empire!"

Telling lies requires nine truths and one falsehood to be credible.

The queen has her own news channel, and she can only trust musicians without knowing the Birmingham wizard.

"I understand." The queen said seriously: "I will tell the prime minister what you mean, and I believe he will come up with a reasonable plan to help Mr. Ivan complete your arcane arts."

Magic is very attractive to human beings.

Big enough to devote a lot of resources to research.

Money, manpower, resources, scientific research personnel.

Even death row inmates were transferred from prisons as human experimenters.

The research and completion of arcane arts are guaranteed in all aspects.

PS:

And at night

Chapter 420 Chapter 61 Sirius Black

4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys' house.

"Harry, wake up!"

Cousin Dudley lifted the quilt of the little savior, and said in a low voice, "Today I'm going to support me, my dear cousin, Steve actually wants to challenge my position in the school!"

Harry rolled up the blanket and rolled over.

"I'm not allowed to use magic in the Muggle world!" Harry yawned, eyes bleary.

Dudley: "Hey, I didn't ask you to use magic! You're a wizard too, I told you to scare them!"

Speaking of this, he begged again in a low voice: "Don't tell my parents about this. Last time I failed the exam, they deducted my pocket money for a month. My God, I didn't pay for that month. Know how to get here!"

Harry Potter was pulled by his cousin.

I had no choice but to have breakfast in a hurry, and came to a nearby park to participate in a fight for supremacy in a junior high school.

But when he got here, he realized that the fun was a little bit bigger.

Steve - the boy who competed with Dudley for supremacy actually brought his cousin, a high school student who was said to be an eighth-dan judo student, over there. To be honest, when Dudley saw that fierce big man, his legs Frightened.

"Don't be arrogant!" Dudley said harshly, "My cousin is a wizard!"

As soon as he turned his head, the wizard cousin had already run away.

"It's been said that I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school, and I didn't even bring my wand!" Harry shouted back as he ran.

Dudley turned his head, and his old enemy's cousin slammed his palm ferociously, and the thick muscles on his arms trembled.

"Ha ha...."

Dudley smiled awkwardly and touched his head: "It's all a misunderstanding."

He turned around and chased after Harry.

Steve and his cousin were stunned, and quickly chased after him. Dudley quickly caught up with his thin cousin, panting and hating iron and steel: "Use magic!"

Harry panted as he ran.

"No use! The professor forbids us to use magic outside!"

The laughter and footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

Dudley was so panicked that his face was shaking all the time. He felt his cousin approaching like a tank. The incomparable momentum made his legs go weak.

"Think of a way!"

The two were chased all the way to a dead end.

He was about to be caught up with the explosive hammer.

suddenly.

A black shadow sprang out and rushed towards Steve and his cousin.

The black figure stood in front of Harry and Dudley, lowered its body, and let out a low growl.

It turned out to be a ferocious looking dog with all black hair, with extremely ferocious eyes and exposed fangs, staring straight at Cousin Steve.

Harry and Dudley's eyes widened in surprise.

Under the threat of this vicious dog, Steve shook off his harsh words in horror, and fled with his cousin.

The big black dog watched them run away indifferently, turned around, glanced at Harry Potter, let out a gentle cry, then jumped up the high wall and disappeared in front of the two teenagers.

"call!"

Dudley collapsed immediately.

"Harry, why do I think it knows you?"

Harry looked at the direction in which the black dog disappeared, shook his head, and helped his cousin with weak legs to leave the alley.

The big black dog walked through the traffic.

In the afternoon it came to Grimmauld Place near King's Cross station.