I'm Really an Alchemist

The researcher's slightly excited voice came from the microphone.

Tom Riddle's chest rose and fell slowly, and he slowly restrained the magic power he emitted. His fair and handsome face was full of fatigue. He glanced at the Muggles watching from outside the isolation glass, and sighed inwardly.

When did I, a Dark Lord, degenerate into a magic irrigation machine?

Going to the disinfection room through a separate passage, the Dark Lord who was undergoing disinfection treatment came to the center of the laboratory, glanced at the cumbersome and complicated data, and wisely shifted his gaze to the flower field inside the glass window.

"Where is the experiment going?" he asked.

A researcher replied respectfully: "Mr. Tom, the magic plant experiment is over."

"It's over." Tom Riddle murmured in a trance, and he didn't know whether it was relief or confusion. At this moment, he realized that he had been following this experiment for more than four months.

Christmas is coming.

Before the flower seeds were sown, he soaked them with magic power. When sowing, he clocked in every day to release the magic power, so that the closed flower field was in a high-concentration magic power environment.

Persistence for four consecutive months.

Tom Riddle's control over magic power has improved a lot because of this, and this flower garden that irrigates magic power is also in full bloom.

He settled his mood and began to ask about the results of the experiment.

During these four months, he didn't learn anything. In order not to be abandoned as a pawn, the young Dark Lord had no choice but to grit his teeth and learn Muggle knowledge, starting from practice and uniting knowledge and action.

He was a very smart man.

If Dumbledore hadn't been drawn into Hogwarts at the beginning, he would have made another achievement during World War II. Excellent people will achieve results no matter what field they are in.

"Ordinary flowers and plants that radiate magic power have the characteristics of magic plants."

"Using peonies, roses, and orchids as the main ingredients can make medicines that enhance mental power."

Tom Riddle flipped through the experiment log, trying to make sense of it.

"People who take spiritual potions will have a maximum of one or two points of spiritual improvement, but they have drug resistance. Each person can only take it three times, and the order decreases. The sum of the three times can increase the mental power by five points. Note: The mental power is higher than [-]. Dot, the medicine is ineffective."

After closing the experiment log, Tom Riddle sighed softly.

He finally understood the purpose of this experiment.

Create a closed space with a magical environment, make ordinary plants produce magic power, and combine to improve spiritual power.

How similar is this to the wizarding world.

It's just that the magic power in the magic world doesn't exist in the air, but in the blood. Even magic plants are produced by special rituals.

If the magic does not exist in the blood, but exists in every part of the world.

It's not just plants.

Maybe even life will be alienated into magical life, and it will be the most fundamental magic civilization.

That is a magic civilization in the true sense, not the current development trend of civilization where magic and technology are clearly separated, and light and dark are divided.

Thinking of this, Tom Riddle felt lucky and cold.

Thankfully there is no way to prove this, thankfully it is impossible to do so.

"We can't experiment with Earth."

This is the experimenter's regretful note in the experiment log.

on the high platform.

The black wizard Dubois did not know when he appeared, and he was silent. He stood on the edge, looking at the colorful flowers in the transparent isolation room, and his light blue eyes reflected the entire laboratory.

.....

At the same time as the lights were raised, Dumbledore's pupils suddenly expanded.

While adjusting to the light, he saw the huge portrait on the wall.

Dumbledore has lived for many years and has seen many paintings—not only magic paintings, he has also read famous paintings in the Muggle world, which can be said to be artistic.

But he had never seen such a painting.

Magnificent and magnificent.

Instantly clenched his soul.

Earth in the sky.

He could only think of such adjectives, in the extremely dark color, dotted with endless stars, located in the background symbolizing the universe, it is a blue planet.

Blue sea, green trees, brown soil, white clouds.

Zhou Qi's painting skills are not inferior to music. What is imprinted in Dumbledore's pupils is a vacuum and a planet like a real photo, vast and full of real and false beauty.

Facing such a painting, Dumbledore woke up from a little drunkenness, and a great terror of facing the truth clenched his heart tightly.

"what do you want to do?"

Dumbledore subconsciously leaned against the wall, and the solid support behind him gave him the courage to question.

He struggled to look away from the giant painting, and looked directly at Zhou Qi sternly.

"An experiment." Zhou Qidao, he smiled and looked at the huge portrait on the wall: "If the element of magic existed in the world from the very beginning, what would happen?"

"It will give me the answer, it will tell me - the future of arcane civilization!"

Dumbledore's eyes widened.

He didn't know where the anger and fear came from, his body trembled slightly, and his voice was low and full of anger: "You are creating a life that shouldn't exist, and you are doing gods! Professor Ivan!"

The light flickered.

In the mottled light and shadow, the musician turned his head sideways, his eyes were deep, and a surprised smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you talking about?" he said. "It's just a picture."

Staring at the smiling eyes, Dumbledore seemed to see some kind of more distant and profound world in a trance.

It's just a painting.

Yes, it's just a painting.

Doubts arose in my heart.

What am I nervous about.

"You're drunk, principal." Zhou Qi said softly, "It's better to go to bed early!"

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and his gaze once again moved to the painting of the starry sky. In front of this huge picture, he seemed to be in a boundless universe, where even light could not escape, a universe that was suffocating just by imagining it.

The wizard fled in despair.

Zhou Qi looked at the back of him leaving, raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became mocking. With a hook of his finger, the activation potion placed on the ground was suspended, and the dark liquid formed a perfect water ball.

In the manipulation of magic.The water polo makes contact with the giant painting on the wall.

assimilate into.

recovery.

The still painting, combined with the potion, produced an unimaginable reaction. Under the catalysis of magic power, the starry sky flickered.

The stagnant planet spins.

.....

Walking in the brightly lit castle, listening to the laughter of the students, looking at the Christmas ribbons hanging on the walls.

The white wizard looked dazed.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Someone called out to him worriedly.

He followed the voice and saw a portrait on the wall. The knight in the painting had a worried expression: "Are you okay?"

Painting, painting again.

Dumbledore had an inexplicable fear of the oil painting, he ignored the caring knight, but fled back to the office, sat on the office chair alone without lighting the lamp.

Even in his office, there are movable oil paintings.

Phoenix Fox squeezed into his arms, leaning against his right cheek, comforting his master.

"I never knew him."

Dumbledore stroked the feathers of the phoenix and whispered in the dark.

The phoenix didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. It flapped the feathers on its tail, and a red light lit up in the dark room, illuminating the white wizard's uncertain expression.

The headmaster of Hogwarts stared at the fire, thinking silently.

Coming out of Zhou Qi's office, he felt more and more that certain things were connected. From the first year to now, this gentle and friendly musician, loved by students and appreciated by professors, has another side that is unknown.

Everyone has another side.

Even myself has a dark side. I want to follow my fate, and I want Harry Potter to defeat Voldemort.

But the other side of Ivan is like an abyss... He didn't even dare to think about it. The white wizard vaguely grasped a certain thread, a certain terrifying hypothesis, appeared in his mind.

If this hypothesis is true, then Professor Ivan is a far more dangerous figure than Voldemort.

But this assumption, he dared not say it.

No one will believe it.

Even he himself didn't want to believe it.

Dumbledore's dignified eyes flickered in the flickering firelight, he sighed suddenly, and reached out to tap on the table.

puff!

All the lights in the room were turned on.

The orange light illuminated everything, and the fear on the headmaster's face subsided the moment the light appeared. He looked at the portrait on the wall with a warm smile on his face.

"Please invite Professor Flitwick here."

The man in the portrait woke up with a yawn, completely unaware of what happened, he nodded and left his frame.

It didn't take long.

Headmaster Ravenclaw came to the headmaster's office, and the headmaster with a smile on his face greeted the half-goblin headmaster.

As the night falls, Christmas Eve ends happily.