I'm Really an Alchemist

They saw the portrait.

The fireplace in the room was still burning, and the sweater Mrs. Pablo never left her hand fell on the high chair, but there was no one there.

Dumbledore hurried over.

He checked the magic painting, his face was gloomy, and he quickly asked about the students, ghosts, and other portraits, trying to find Mrs. Pablo, but found nothing. No one knew how she disappeared.

A castle in a blizzard.

The person in the painting who disappeared out of thin air.

This fulfills all the elements of a detective story, and the fear begins to ferment.

"here we go again!"

"Did the Death Eaters do it again, can't we have a good Christmas break?"

"Look, Harry's here too...the disaster star!"

Harry Potter remained silent, but the black cat was so angry that its fur exploded, and it screamed shrillly towards the surroundings.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore's voice was amplified a bit, overwhelming the whispers of the students, his tone was heavy: "The professors will find Mrs. Pablo, you all return to your respective rest areas, and you are not allowed to go out!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Harry intentionally or unintentionally, but turned and left without saying anything.

The students returned to the rest area according to the professor's instructions, and they were still discussing this matter in a low voice.

When Harry returned to the rest area, everyone who was discussing shut their mouths, and the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive and awkward.

"Harry..."

Ron wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but saw his friend, turned around and left the public rest area without saying a word.

When he left, the dull atmosphere melted instantly.

Everyone discussed this weird thing again.

Standing in the middle, Ron looked at the figure of his friend leaving, and then at the classmates who were communicating with him, feeling a strange sense of alienation.

"I don't blame them, I don't blame them at all!"

Harry rubbed his eyes, as if talking to himself, or talking to the black cat: "It's because of me that these things keep happening. If you want to go back to your previous life, you have to catch Sirius!"

He picked up the black cat and said indifferently: "I will definitely catch Sirius!"

The black cat was a little dazed, and human emotions floated in its vertical yellow pupils.

.....

The professors searched all day, but could not find Mrs. Pablo.

They have searched for every magic painting.

They also used their respective relationships to ask wizard friends outside Hogwarts, but none of them had seen Mrs. Pablo.

"Mrs. Pablo won't leave her frame easily." Pomona was worried: "Where did she go? Could it be that the Death Eaters really kidnapped her?"

"Death Eaters don't kidnap a painting."

Snape said quietly.

"We have looked for every painting in the castle, where can she hide it, and that painting?" Professor McGonagall's tone was not as calm as her expression.

Dumbledore was stunned, his eyes wandering involuntarily on Zhou Qi's face.

Can't see any abnormality.

"Go back and rest!" Dumbledore said, "It's still not the way to find it like this. Let's calm down and think of other ways."

The professors had no choice but to disperse separately.

What worries me now is how to appease the students.

Zhou Qi returned to the arcane office.

There was already one more person by the door.

"There is another painting, we haven't found it." Dumbledore's face was clouded by the flickering lights, and he looked at the alchemist without any expression: "Professor Ivan, the oil painting you drew."

Zhou Qi was not surprised by his arrival.

"Please, Professor Dumbledore!" He opened the door, invited the White Wizard into it, and raised the light.

The white wizard's gaze fell directly on the giant painting on the wall, which was obscured by the gray curtain.

Grasping the edge of the curtain, Zhou Qi suddenly asked: "Principal, why didn't you point this out just now, but you want to look at this painting alone, what are you afraid of?"

Dumbledore remained expressionless and did not answer.

Zhou Qi laughed lowly, guessing his reaction, no longer hesitated, and exerted strength with his arms.

"Tear!"

The gray curtain was torn down.

The oil painting was clearly displayed in front of the two of them.

The white wizard's expression changed instantly, and his eyes showed horror. He didn't see Mrs. Pavlov in this oil painting, but saw something even more terrifying.

This oil painting is completely different from what I saw on Christmas Eve.

The planet located in the starry sky is no longer blue, but covered with steel-like metallic luster, lifeless.

There is no life, no sound.

It was as silent as death.

But what frightened Dumbledore the most was not the dead metal star, but the English words that appeared in the vacuum.

The text composed of meteorites, metal, and machinery is painted in the color of blood.

"I've come to see you, painter."

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Chapter 434 Chapter 75 I am your father's friend

"call!"

The wind and snow outside the window did not stop, and the sky was dark, as if the sky was falling, making people breathless.

The icy wind mixed with large flakes of flying snow hit the windows, rustling.

Dumbledore's mood was far colder than the weather outside.

He staggered back and stuck to the wall, his eyes staring blankly at the huge oil painting. The blood-red short sentences floated in the endless vacuum, like a giant hand grasping his heart and throwing it into the abyss.

"They left."

He heard the musician sigh softly.

In this sigh, there was no regret or anger, only irrepressible surprise... Dumbledore turned his head slowly, and the black-haired young man beside him stood under the light, looking at the oil painting happily.

"Tell them, who are they..." Wizard Bai's voice was low and painful, and his anger was burning in his gradually rising tone. He looked directly at Zhou Qi with a serious expression that was almost ferocious.

Zhou Qi turned his head sideways, looked at each other silently, and then laughed.

"Don't you already know?"

Wizard Bai clenched his fists and stared at Zhou Qi's harmless smiling face. At this moment, he had the urge to pull out his wand and attack this face.

Reason and instinct held him back.

Reason makes him calm, instinct makes him fear.

Whether facing Grindelwald or Tom Riddle, Dumbledore has never been afraid, but at the moment when facing Zhou Qi with the thought of attacking, the uncontrollable instinctive fear spread from the heart to the body.

The white wizard put away his hostility, and the creepy feeling of walking on a tightrope on a cliff subsided like a tide. He took his eyes off Zhou Qi with difficulty and turned to the oil painting.

"Did they take Mrs. Pablo too?" asked Dumbledore.

Zhou Qi: "Maybe they were taken away, maybe they died of old age, it depends on how long it took them to know about the world of portraits."

Facing the bewildered wizard Bai, Zhou Qi patiently explained the difference.

The time frame of reference in the magic painting world he created is completely different from that of the real world, and the time flow rate of the world in the painting is much higher than that of the real world.

Ordinary magic paintings do not have the setting of time.

This is the reason why magic painting life can live forever.

Mrs. Pablo was pulled into the world of Allen, so she needed to adapt to the time rules of Allen's world. It was exactly two hours since she disappeared. How long has it been in Allen's world?

This is the meaning of the second half of Zhou Qi's words.

But from the fact that Ellen can learn to express meaning in English, Mrs. Pablo stayed in this painting for a long time.

"They obtained enough information through Mrs. Pablo, and left the painting a few minutes before our time frame of reference, and hid in the magic painting world all over the world."

Zhou Qirao looked at the short English sentence on the painting with interest, "It wants to come to me, but it doesn't appear in front of me through other paintings, Principal, do you know what this means?"

The white wizard was overwhelmed by the amount of information.

He answered subconsciously: "What do you mean?"

"It means that they know that they are a painting." Zhou Qi's eyes and pupils were full of brilliance, as if he had seen a child grow up, and he showed a sincere smile: "Paintings are not qualified to have an equal dialogue with painters."

"They want to talk to me on an equal footing!"

Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

The person in the painting wants to have an equal dialogue with the painter...

Is this possible?

A painting is always a painting and cannot affect the real world.