I'm Really an Alchemist

Death Eaters poured out like a black tide.

A black shadow fell in front of the Death Eater. It was a pale-skinned noseless devil in a black robe. He held a magic wand in one hand, and his cold, snake-like gaze rested on the face of the French wizard.

"Long time no see." Dubois walked over the frightened Draco and walked slowly towards Voldemort.

In his words and deeds, it was as if he saw an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Relaxed and leisurely.

"Avada..." A Death Eater was drawing out his wand, but he hadn't aimed his magic at Dubois.

At a distance of ten meters.

Dubois backhanded.

Bang!

The Death Eater only felt a huge force, and he slapped his chest brazenly. The whole person rolled a dozen times in mid-air, and crashed into the fountain. The splash of water reflected the fear on everyone's face.

"Avada Avada, can you have something new?" Dubois sneered, looking at Voldemort's more solemn expression: "Is this how you discipline your own men?"

The Death Eater didn't even have the courage to pull out his wand.

Voldemort's palm moved slightly, but he didn't make an attack. He still remembered that before he was resurrected, the other party had the strange power to resist the Killing Curse.

in the hall.

The Death Eaters surrounded Voldemort, and Dubois sat at the other end of the long table.

"What do you want to do?" Voldemort suppressed his anger: "Steal my Horcrux and resurrect my soul. What is your purpose?"

Dubois smiled and skipped the latter question.

He put the bag on the table, took out a crystal ball from it, and handed it to Voldemort with his mage's hand.

Voldemort stepped back, looking warily at the crystal ball in front of him.

"It's not explosives, don't worry." Dubois said playfully, "This is the prophecy crystal ball you've always wanted. I brought it from the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort was stunned.

He slowly approached the crystal ball, his pale hands gently dancing on the crystal ball.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord has approached... The Dark Lord has marked him as his rival

But he has powers the Dark Lord doesn't know...

One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one will survive, and the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month. "

Voldemort's slender eyes showed fear.

He raised his head sharply.

"Harry Potter's prophecy crystal ball." At the other end of the long table, the French wizard crossed his hands and smiled strangely: "Didn't you always want it and want to know the second half of the prophecy?"

The corner of Voldemort's mouth curled up in a cruel arc: "One must die at the hands of the other. Harry Potter and I can only live one, and the one who survives can only be me...I can kill him right now." Lose!"

"You can't." Dubois: "You don't understand the power of love."

Seeing Voldemort's surprised expression, the French wizard leaned leisurely on the chair, put his legs on the table, and spoke lightly.

"Before Lily Potter died, she left an ancient magic on Harry Potter—blood magic. Before he was seventeen years old, this magic would protect him from you."

Voldemort's expression became increasingly ugly.

Knowing the prophecy, he couldn't stand that the enemy in fate was still alive, and couldn't watch Harry Potter grow up.

He quickly calmed down and gave Dubois a friendly smile.

Although ugly.

"Mr. Dubois, since you told me this, you must have found a solution to the blood magic?"

Dubois looked at him in surprise, retracted his legs, and was sitting up.

"I did find a way to break the blood magic."

Voldemort's thoughts changed, and he restrained his smile.

"I can't see your purpose clearly. What good is it for you?" He said in a low voice, "What good is it for you to help me kill Harry Potter, and what good is it for you to resurrect the Horcrux?"

Dubois: "Don't you think this magical world is too boring, I just want to make it more interesting."

"Just fun?" Voldemort seemed to be watching a lunatic who plunged the wizarding world into war for fun. He stared at the smiling face of the French wizard, feeling creepy about such a lunatic.

He skipped the subject.

"Mr. Dubois—please tell me, how to break the blood magic?"

“…”

"Master, should we really trust him?"

After the French wizard left, Peter Pettigrew was particularly worried: "Could this be a conspiracy?"

Voldemort pondered for a moment, and said: "I believe him, this lunatic doesn't need to lie to us, this magic ritual must be right, it can break the blood magic on Harry Potter!"

"Peter."

Peter Pettigrew immediately knelt in front of Voldemort, bowing his head respectfully.

"Find a chance, turn back into a mouse, and return to the Weasley family." Voldemort paused: "I will teach you some profound black magic, and I will teach you in detail what you are going to do."

After speaking, he got up from his seat.

Quirrell whispered: "Master, are you leaving? Do you need us to follow?"

Voldemort picked up the crystal ball, expressionless: "I'm going to meet my other self, this is not only an opportunity to kill Harry Potter, but also an opportunity to kill Dumbledore, I don't think they will let it go. "

"I can go alone."

After the words fell, Voldemort turned into a black shadow and disappeared in the dreary Malfoy Manor.

in the garden.

Draco Malfoy looked at the afterimage of Voldemort's disappearance, and looked at the direction where the dark wizard Dubois left, his eyes were filled with admiration. The dark wizard Dubois lightly crushed the Death Eaters, forcing the Dark Lord to stop Dare to act rashly.

Draw a heavy ink stroke in the heart of the teenager.

That kind of strength and self-confidence has become Draco's longing for the future.

In the next few days, Voldemort went to France, Germany, and Denmark successively, met other selves, and reached a cooperation intention.

.....

1993 years.

7 month 31 day.

Harry Potter's thirteenth birthday was held at the Dursley's house. The house was brightly lit, banners were hung up to celebrate the birthday, and tall cakes were placed on the table, as if to make up for the lack of the past. For Harry's birthday, Vernon bought him a bigger and bigger cake.

Petunia was humming a light tune while cooking delicious food in the kitchen.

Vernon was on the second floor preparing presents.

Cousin Dudley wanted to steal the cake, but Vernon caught him to the second floor.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, enjoying a peaceful life, when the doorbell rang.

Harry's eyes lit up, and he hurried to open the door.

"Happy birthday, Harry!"

Ron Weasley was holding a lot of gifts, and squeezed in with a bitter face: "Hurry up, give me a hand! My arm is going to be broken."

Behind him, Hermione Granger pouted and walked in to give Harry a big hug, celebrating Harry's birthday.

"Why are you the only ones?" Harry Potter looked out the door, "Didn't I invite Ginny and the others?"

Ron threw the gift on the carpet and collapsed comfortably on the sofa.

"Ginny brought you gifts, as well as my parents, Fred and George!" Ron said helplessly, "They've already gone to the Leaky Cauldron!"

At the end of July, there is only one month left before school starts.

The Weasley family was worried that the Death Eater war would endanger the children, so they could only go to the Leaky Cauldron one month in advance. This month, staying in a place with more wizards can guarantee safety.

Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley also came to the living room.

Ron and Hermione greeted each other cordially. They had become very familiar with the Dursleys.

Harry's wonderful birthday begins.

Family and friends.

cake.

Clouds rolled outside the window, and soon there was a heavy rain, thunder and lightning flickered, and blue lightning bloomed in the void, reflecting the joy and beauty of the Dursley family.

"This is my gift to you, this is Hermione's, this is Ginny's... this is Professor Ivan's, open it quickly, what did he give you?"

Harry has received gifts from many people, from professors, from friends, and from Dobby.

Dudley was caught eating the cake by Ron. When the two ran around the table, Harry flipped through his gifts and found two unsigned gifts, both of which were magic props, but he didn't care.

The next day, Dursley drove Harry's trio to the Leaky Cauldron in London in his own car.

"Originally, our third graders could go to Hodmogg Village on weekends to play, but this year the rule was abolished... The abominable Dark Lord actually made us lose our weekend entertainment!"

Ron held his pet mouse, Scabbers, in his arms, and walked into the Leaky Cauldron, complaining non-stop.

Since the return of the pet mouse, Banban, he has been very precious, for fear that it will run away again.

Listening to Ron's complaints, Harry looked around the bar.

Noisy and lively.

It's like stuffing a hundred wizards in there.

The space inside is also much larger than it looked a year ago.

Harry saw Arthur Weasley frowning and talking to someone, with a very ugly expression on his face. When Ron's trio came in, the rest of the Weasley family hurried over.

Molly Weasley even gave Harry a warm hug.

Arthur Weasley and the people around him also came over, and only then did Harry see clearly that this person turned out to be the Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge.

"Mr. Potter." The Minister of Magic reached out his hand in an approachable way, and shook hands with Harry Potter. His attitude was unusually friendly, "I finally met a celebrity in the wizarding world."