I'm Really an Alchemist

The magic painting incident is no better than the Death Eater War, which is in the real dimension and can be stopped!

But what about the former?

They don't even know who the enemy is, or the cause of this incident!

Cornelius Fudge thought sadly that he might be crucified on the pillar of shame. No minister of the Ministry of Magic had ever failed like him. During his tenure, two major incidents with a wide range of coverage happened in succession.

Silent for a long time.

The Minister of Magic sighed heavily and stood up.

"Get me a present, I'm going to Hogwarts again."

The subordinates were puzzled.

"Do you want Dumbledore to retrieve the magic painting?"

No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he is not omnipotent.

Facing real enemies, his deterrence is very high, but this is a magic painting incident that has spread to the whole world. Is it possible that Dumbledore has a way to solve it?

Merlin wizard may not be able to solve it!

Seeing the puzzled expressions of his subordinates, the Minister of Magic shook his head and said in a low voice, "We want to divert the public's attention and try to restore the reputation of the Ministry of Magic as much as possible, and now the only way to keep the public's confidence in us is to Defeat the Dark Lord!"

"Stop War, Return to Peace!"

.....

The winter blizzard has long since ceased.

The temperature also began to rise, the icy lake outside Hogwarts showed signs of melting, and the mountains in the distance were no longer pure white.

The Owl Messenger brings the latest Daily Prophet.

The dailies, with the biggest pages and the most catchy headlines, produced reports that made everyone shudder.

The magic paintings all over the world have disappeared!

If only a few disappear, people may grieve because of it, and suffer for those who don't return - but the concept of disappearing to the extent of the whole world, it is a disaster.

The Daily Prophet expressed its views in tragic words, and it believed that the magic painting incident was not caused by human beings.

It was the wizard's contempt for the magic painting that caused the disaster!

The magic world only regards the magic painting as a tool for sustenance, not as a real life, and does not give the magic painting any rights and obligations to life, which makes it disappointed in us.

Just leave our world!

The newspapers called for the Mohua Human Rights Liberation Movement, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would take this matter seriously and give Mohua life the same rights and obligations!

Obviously, no shit.

People always regret when they lose.

Hogwarts has a weird atmosphere.

For unknown reasons, only Hogwarts escaped this crisis in the whole world. Except for Mrs. Pablo's whereabouts are unknown, every magic painting in the castle is still intact.

It's just that everyone in the magic painting has a sad face, as if seeing a doomed fate.

"Children, I will not be able to open the door for you in the future."

The fat lady hanging at the gate of Gryffindor wiped her tears and said, the knight on the opposite side pulled out her sword and saluted every student passing by, even the baron who was annoying to the students and only chattered was silent Sitting in the portrait.

He looked into the distance and looked at each student.

It's like wanting to imprint this place deeply in my heart.

At this time, the students of Hogwarts suddenly realized how much they hated these portraits, the simple and honest troll, the fat lady who sang badly, and the chattering but helpful Baron.

The thought of them disappearing soon makes my heart empty.

"We can't watch them disappear!"

"Hogwarts without magical portraits, is it still Hogwarts?"

"When I was in the second grade, I accidentally got lost in the castle, and it was Ms. Ke Mengna who showed me the way!"

Protect the magic painting.

Guard Hogwarts.

At this time, regardless of the four major colleges, all the students have reached a consensus that they want to protect the portraits of Hogwarts and prevent them from disappearing!

Under the leadership of the prefect, the students of the four colleges took turns guarding the portrait.

At first, the head of Ravenclaw liberated the curfew, allowing Ravenclaw students to take shifts in the middle of the night and protect the portraits; after that, the other three colleges also got the permission of the head.

The professors were all moved by the pure behavior of the students, and they also joined the team to protect the magic painting and the students.

For students and professors, the life of every magic painting is touched.

They have accepted their doomed fate.

But once again, I was moved and inspired by these lovely and brave students.

"We're not leaving."

The dejected magic paintings cheered up again, and they decided to fight against the unknown fate for the sake of these students who protect themselves!

.....

Dumbledore opened the curtains and looked at the mountains where the ice and snow had melted. The clouds in the sky turned from blood red to dark blue, and the last glimmer of light gradually faded.

The dark blue night climbed up the sky inch by inch.

"They will return eventually..." Wizard White opened the window, feeling the last vestiges of winter, the cold wind poured into the office, the curled up sleeping Phoenix shivered slightly, and buried his body even deeper.

"They are here."

Hanging on the wall - in the portraits of previous principals, the only female principal has a complex tone.

The expressions of the other portrait principals also changed.

"Albus." The former headmaster, Armando Dippet, said calmly, "Hogwarts is up to you."

Dumbledore closed the window.

He looked up at the portraits on the wall, imprinted the faces of each headmaster in his heart, and put the expressions in his eyes.

Some fear, some calm, some encouragement, some smile.

But in the end, all the headmasters unified their emotions, and they looked at Dumbledore with smiles and encouragement.

"I'm going to find Professor Ivan." The white wizard said slowly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was full of weakness and grief. "I will find a way!"

He turned his head and left the office.

"Albus."

He heard the voice of the former headmaster.

"You are the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts." The former headmaster: "Goodbye."

Dumbledore paused, without looking back, and walked down the stairs resolutely.

He walked quickly, almost running towards the arcane office.

On the way, he saw the panicked expressions of the students, saw one pair of white picture frames after another, and saw the portraits calmly bid farewell to the crying students... Dumbledore hid all the grief in his heart, Go towards the destination.

How to request Professor Ivan?

Lower your posture and beg?

Or plead as the headmaster?

Dumbledore considered many situations, but when he stepped into the Arcane Office, where all the plans and considerations were made, he saw the oil painting and the young man standing in front of it,

There is no such thing.

"Principal Dumbledore, you are here." Zhou Qi turned his head, as if he knew he would come: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

boom!

The door behind him closed by itself.

The light in the room also slowly decreased.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Dumbledore felt the giant oil painting on the wall glow faintly, as if it was the only light source in the room at this time.

Now is not the time to care about this!

Dumbledore stepped forward and said, "Professor Ivan..."

"Hush." ​​Zhou Qi made a quiet gesture, without taking his eyes off the portrait, and said softly, "They're back."

came back?

Dumbledore's attention was involuntarily focused on the oil painting, his eyes widened, and in the dark vacuum, a line of English appeared out of thin air.

"Hello, Mr. Albus Dumbledore."

Staring at the greeting on the oil painting, the White Wizard felt a chill run up his spine, climbing up.

"Don't worry." Zhou Qi saw Dumbledore's fear, and said reassuringly, "They are still a painting and cannot affect the three-dimensional world."

"Yes." The oil painting replied in cooperation: "There is an insurmountable gap between the two-dimensional world and the three-dimensional world. You don't need to be afraid of us. We are beings below the three-dimensional world. As long as you lightly use your magic wand, you can easily Destroy us."

"Even if it's to cross this barrier—"

The floating fluorescence of the magic painting gradually increased. The white fluorescence had no temperature, but it illuminated the room. In Zhou Qi's eyes, this light was not light in the actual sense, but the brightness of the color was increasing.

Dumbledore didn't understand the principle of light refraction, but he instinctively noticed the strangeness of this white fluorescent light.

In fact, the principle that life can see things is that the light shines on objects and refracts into the eyes-so pure white, even if it is white beyond the sky, as long as it does not refract light, it is dark in human eyes.

The fluorescence of the magic painting violates this physical rule.

It boosts the tone and creates a luminous effect.

This is enough to prove how high the arcane civilization has developed... Unfortunately, it is only a two-dimensional world, the civilization in the portrait.

Zhou Qi sighed softly.

The white fluorescence gathers together to form a faint figure in the void. The whole body is covered by warm white fluorescence. You can't look down on your face and clothes, but you can clearly feel the difference between it and a real person.

thickness.