I'm Really an Alchemist

"It's Harry!"

Hermione raised her head and saw Harry's figure from the rain curtain. Like a chasing light, the boy lying on the broom broke through the rain curtain, rushed towards the clouds, and grabbed the only light.

Then, disappeared into the thundercloud.

Harry Potter didn't know how high he was flying, all he had in his eyes was the slippery golden snitch, and he had to concentrate on catching it and avoiding the flickering electric arc in the clouds .

suddenly.

Harry felt the air around him drop suddenly, pain, sadness, and despair surged up in his heart, and a high-pitched scream could be vaguely heard, and the scream was shouting - "Harry!".

his name.

From that scream, he felt pain like never before, as if his soul was being torn apart.

In the dark clouds, dementors appeared, and countless dementors were flying above the thunderclouds. They sucked Harry's happy mood, sucked Harry's soul.

Harry had only seen dementors in the illustrated book, his eyes were wide open, he couldn't control the broom, and was surrounded by dementors to absorb happiness.

He became more and more sad, depressed and hopeless.

The hand holding the broom was slowly released, and the Nimbus 2000 fell from the sky, while he was pulled by several dementors and suspended in the thundercloud.

"Am I going to die?"

Helpless thoughts rose in Harry's mind.

He just wanted to fall into a deep sleep and never want to wake up again.

"Harry!"

A sharp voice suddenly appeared high in the sky, and the white halo drove away the dementors. Harry leaned back and fell into a warm embrace. He barely opened his eyes and saw a vague figure.

Gray hair, bloated body.

He tried to get a better look, only to see this figure protecting him, driving away the dementors.

Then, it was dark.

.....

school clinic.

Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a potion. The comatose boy coughed a few times and opened his eyes in confusion.

He saw the caring wife of the school doctor.

I saw my anxious friend next to the bed.

Seeing the professors looking down at him with concern.

"Harry, you finally woke up!" Ron said, "You really scared us to death!"

Harry was lying on the hospital bed with a splitting headache. He looked at his hands, especially in a daze.

"Do you still remember what happened?" Dumbledore asked gently: "You disappeared in the thundercloud. We worried for a long time, but only saw your flying broom come down, but we didn't see your figure."

"Yeah! We've been looking for you for a long time!" Ron added: "I just found you unconscious on the clock tower! Fortunately, nothing happened!"

Hermione elbowed the unkind Ron and threw a menacing look at him.

Ron shut his mouth decisively.

Harry rubbed his temples and sat up.

"I chased the Snitch into the clouds and saw the Dementor."

"Dementor!" Everyone became suspicious at the same time.

"And then?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry wanted to tell about the fact that he was rescued by someone, but closed his mouth hesitantly, and said slowly, "I don't know, I passed out when I met a dementor."

Dumbledore stared into Harry's eyes for a long moment before nodding.

"Well, I understand."

His attitude softened: "Harry, you have a good rest here, I will take care of the dementor matter!"

After finishing speaking, he left the school hospital with Professor McGonagall, who was also worried.

Zhou Qi greeted Harry for a while, and left after checking that there was no major problem.

Instead, Lupine hesitated to speak.

He wondered why Harry was on the clock tower.

"Professor, why do dementors appear in Hogwarts?" Ron scratched his head in confusion.

Lupine was silent for a while, and said: "The dementors are the guards of Azkaban. On the day Azkaban was destroyed, all the dementors were taken away by Voldemort...they appeared in Hoag Woz, it means Voldemort has his eye on Hogwarts."

He turned his gaze and landed on the boy on the hospital bed.

"Focus on Harry Potter."

The appearance of the dementor pushed the fear in the students' hearts to its peak. At this moment, the dementor was no longer the guard of Azkaban, but the Death Eater of Voldemort. The horror it possessed was magnified.

Dumbledore could not face questioning remarks.

First Sirius, then Dementors, Hogwarts' defenses were a joke.

He strengthened the castle's defenses again, checked all places within the protection magic, and found not a single dementor.

If Harry read it correctly, it meant that the Death Eaters had a way of getting into Hogwarts.

That day, Hogwarts spent in an atmosphere of terror and uneasiness.

Harry Potter was lying in front of the hospital bed in the school hospital. He knew that he was protected by the professor. He looked at the white ceiling and recalled the person who saved him when he was attacked by a dementor.

He can feel that person's concern for him.

Like a well-known elder.

"White-haired, stocky, bald, with a high-pitched voice."

Harry tried his best to recall what the figure looked like, but he could only grasp these characteristics, which were not matched by any of the professors at Hogwarts.

"Who will save me?"

Harry murmured, feeling guarded and grateful.

.....

Day Two of the Dementors Incident.

Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic came to Hogwarts. He first went to see the principal Dumbledore. The two had a dispute in the principal's office, and Minister Fudge left angrily.

After leaving, Minister Fudge went to visit Harry Potter.

In the school hospital at that time, Ron and Hermione were by Harry's side. When the Minister of Magic walked in, they were a little panicked, but Minister Fudge was gentle, like a neighbor's elder.

He took Harry's hand and asked about Harry's physical condition with concern.

He also said that he would definitely protect his safety.

Just like what he saw at the Leaky Cauldron before school started, Minister Fudge's attitude was very enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that it was abnormal, and Harry could still see the anticipation in the other's eyes.

Minister Fudge left reluctantly.

Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Facing the highest political official in the wizarding world, even if his attitude was mild, the oppression was too great for the two children.

"I've never seen Minister Fudge be so warm to people before?" Ron patted his chest and winked at Harry: "Harry, now you say that you are the illegitimate son of Minister Fudge, I believe it!"

Harry suddenly asked, "Why is Secretary Fudge so enthusiastic about me?"

"Who knows?" Hermione shook her head, sliced ​​the peeled apples, stuffed them into the mouths of Ron and Harry respectively, and said, "Let's just leave these things alone!"

While Hermione was cleaning the fruit, Harry carefully pulled Ron.

"Ron, do me a favor!"

He whispered: "Minister Fudge must know something, please help me pay attention to his itinerary, and then help me get the invisibility cloak."

Ron's eyes widened; he understood what Harry was trying to do.

I want to persuade, but I can't refuse my friend's pleading eyes.

He just lowered his head and agreed with a frowning face.

In the evening, Ron sneaked into the school hospital with his invisibility cloak.

"Minister Fudge invited Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape to dinner, and said they were discussing how to deal with the dementors. Harry, why don't you forget it!"

Harry climbed out of bed, rolled up the cloak, and disappeared into thin air.

Only his friend Ron sighed worriedly.

It was dinner time at this time, and every student on the way was frowning, looking sad, or went to the cafeteria alone or together, and Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, hid at the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

Not long after, the unsmiling Professor McGonagall, still dressed in green, walked out of the office.

Instead of going to the professor's cafeteria, she walked into a banquet hall on the fourth floor.

Harry followed.

In this classic British banquet hall, Minister Fudge got up from the sofa and greeted him graciously: "Professor McGonagall, it's very kind of you to come."

The deans of the other three colleges were already sitting on the sofa.

Professor McGonagall took a step back—Harry immediately followed, and he was almost hit. He avoided Minister Fudge's enthusiasm, and said solemnly: "Minister Fudge, what happened to the fact that you said you could defeat the Dark Lord?"

Minister Fudge's body froze slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He smiled and asked Professor McGonagall to sit down.

Standing not too far away, Harry could see the changes in everyone's expressions. When Professor McGonagall said that he had defeated the Dark Lord, his heart skipped a beat.

Professor Snape on the sofa frowned slightly, and glanced towards the empty space.

Harry stroked his heart, calming down.

Minister Fudge crossed his hands and said helplessly: "I have communicated with Dumbledore many times about this matter, but he is not willing to retreat at all. Doesn't he want to defeat the Dark Lord and restore peace to the wizarding world?"

"Being able to defeat the Dark Lord earlier will save a lot of suffering!"

Minister Fudge's sincere attitude and touching words moved Professor Hufflepuff.

She said gently: "Minister Fudge, could it be that you misunderstood, the principal is also distressed by the disaster in the wizarding world!"