I'm Really an Alchemist

It has no thickness, and when viewed from the side, only a straight white line can be seen.

Dumbledore's world view was refreshed again, his eyes widened in horror, and the elder wand fell in his hand.

"Is it worth it?" Zhou Qi looked directly at the figure, shook his head and said, "You haven't met the conditions for a dimensional transition, but forced a high-dimensional expansion. Even if you appear in a three-dimensional world, you are still a painting."

"It's worth it. If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening."

The voice of the figure is extremely complex, as if covering all ranges and voices of men, women and children.

Zhou Qi turned his head, glanced at Dumbledore who was in shock, and smiled: "Principal, this is the culprit behind the disappearance of the magic painting, and he is now in a high-dimensional unfolded state, even if you throw a match , could kill him.”

"This is the disadvantage of high-dimensional development!" Zhou Qi's eyes fell on the figure again, and he was very strict: "All your mass is added up, and it is only the weight of the paint in the portrait. A little spark can easily kill you!"

The figure froze slightly.

The fluorescence on his body dissipated slowly, and his figure changed, becoming human, elf, dragon, orc, male, female, child, and old man.

Finally stabilized.

He took the form of a youth.

"This image is the savior of Alan's world." The young man looked directly at Zhou Qi: "When we discovered that the universe was closed, he led us to find hope. You can call me Morey."

Morey bowed: "On behalf of Allen World, I come to see you, my lord."

"—and come for answers."

He got up and looked directly at the alchemist, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Why did you create us?"

After Ellen's world first learned that he was a portrait from Mrs. Pablo, it once fell into collapse. The truth was far more cruel than they imagined.

It is not gods who create the world, nor aliens to raise civilization in captivity

Just a painting.

A pair of insignificant toys that can be made by every wizard outside the picture.

This kind of mental breakdown lasted for fifty years, and the thoughts of despair and self-destruction penetrated to the bottom of Allen's world. It was not until fifty years later that another trend of thoughts appeared.

Allen World investigates Mrs. Pablo.

They know a lot of information, including that the magic painting is a replica of a real person, that there is no passage of time in the magic painting, that the world of the magic painting can be connected to each other, and that the life of the magic painting is not a real life.

but,

Of all the magic paintings in the world, they are the only ones that are different.

They have precise physical constants, time rules, and biological chains that develop independently.

They have something that doesn't exist in other magic paintings - self-consciousness.

If he is just a created toy, then why does the artist set up such a precise and logically self-consistent biosphere, why does he need to set up magic elements, and why does he need to set up physical properties.

Why should we close the universe and prevent us from communicating with other magic paintings?

If we knew from the beginning that we were a painting and the life in the painting, we would not have such despair.

"We are special."

The new trend of thought has given Allen the courage and strength of the world, and they want to know the truth!

PS: Thanks to the Mojave Postman for the hot strips, and Shuke 1536205882 for the blades

This chapter is a bit difficult to write, today is gone

Chapter 437 Chapter 78

crackle.

Wearing a windbreaker and scarf, the Minister of Magic appeared at the gate of Hogwarts with only one confidant secretary.

In front of the precision-cast gate, there is a transparent magic barrier floating.

"Minister, I have notified Hogwarts in advance, and they will come to pick us up soon."

The secretary's tone was a little annoyed.

The Minister of Magic, the highest political official in the wizarding world, is equivalent to the Prime Minister of the Muggle world.

Both power and influence are second to none.

When did you experience such treatment?

Even a magic school dares to bully it!

Minister Fudge saw the secretary's displeasure. He sighed heavily. Through the fine-cast gate, he looked at the brightly lit castle with swaying figures, and said in a low voice, "Now we have to ask Dumbledore, so we have to compromise!"

"Pay attention to your words and deeds, don't spoil my business."

The secretary grimaced and nodded quickly.

The two waited at the door for about ten minutes. Filch, the hunched and lantern-carrying administrator, walked over quickly. He first used a special magic tool, like pulling a curtain, to pull the magic barrier. Out of the passageway.

Filled with courteous and ingratiating smiles, he welcomed the two of them in.

"My lord, I'm really sorry." Filch wrinkled his face and walked on the right side of Cornelius Fudge with a lantern in his hand, saying, "The castle is in chaos now, I'm a little late!"

"What happened to the castle?" Cornelius Fudge put on an appropriately concerned expression.

"The magic paintings are all gone." Filch danced, and the lantern in his hand swayed, almost hitting the secretary: "All disappeared, the professor and the students are crying!"

Cornelius Fudge was taken aback for a moment, and sighed softly.

When they came to the bright castle, as Filch said, there was a lot of crying.

The students were crying, and so were the ghosts.

The professors also had red eye circles, soothing the students' emotions.

Cornelius Fudge was also a graduate of Hogwarts. He walked in this familiar castle, looked at the blank portraits on the walls, and recalled his study career vividly.

"Minister Fudge."

Professor McGonagall, with reddish eye circles, came over, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't greet you in person." She smiled very reluctantly, and also felt sad for the disappearing magic painting.

Cornelius Fudge: "It's okay, I can understand how you feel...because I've been through this grief too."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, trying to calm down as much as possible, and turned back into the resolute head of Gryffindor again.

"The principal is in the office, I'll take you there!"

With that said, he was going to lead the two of them to the principal's office.

Fudge looked around.

"Professor McGonagall, you have more important things to do now." Looking at the chaos in the castle, he sighed heavily: "The students need you more! Please don't pay attention to us, I am familiar with Dumbledore's office!"

Professor McGonagall hesitated, but agreed.

Minister Fudge was right. She still had more important tasks to do, so she could only let the administrator Filch continue to lead the way and take the two of them to Dumbledore's office.

Walk in the castle.

Even the nagging Filch fell silent.

Surrounded by mourning students and mourning ghosts, only picture frames decorated with blank paper remained of those moving magic paintings.

As a political official, Cornelius Fudge quickly broke away from his sentimentality and considered how to use the disappearance of the magic painting as a bargaining chip to persuade Dumbledore.

suddenly.

He felt his sleeves being pulled.

Cornelius Fudge woke up from his contemplation, and on the left and right were the secretary and Filch, but they kept a close distance.

"Minister Fudge."

His sleeve was pulled again, and there was a familiar and small voice in his ear.

"I'm Harry Potter, and I want to have a private chat with you!"

Harry Potter!

Cornelius Fudge was so surprised that he almost cried out, he stopped quickly, found an excuse to leave alone, and came to an empty corner not long after.

Followed by.

Harry's figure appeared in the empty place. He took off the invisibility cloak, his eyes were red, and when the magic painting disappeared, it also gave him a heavy blow.

But his eyes were firm.

It's like a fire is burning.

Harry Potter went straight to the point: "Minister Fudge, I am willing to deal with Voldemort!"

"Really!" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed with trembling voices, he grabbed Harry's arm, as if grasping the last remaining hope, his voice lowered again, full of earnestness.

"Mr. Potter...that's great, you will definitely bring peace to this world!"

Harry Potter looked very calm.

He looked at the Minister of Magic who was incoherently excited, and said, "I have one condition."

"Any conditions are fine!" Cornelius Fudge let go of his hand, looked down into the boy's eyes, and tried to make himself appear gentle: "What do you want? As long as I can do it!"

"Catch Sirius first." Harry lowered his eyes, his voice indifferent: "He is hiding in this castle, as long as you can catch him, I will deal with Voldemort!"

......

"Why did you create us?"

Morey straightened up, looking straight at the alchemist without being humble or overbearing.

Dumbledore grabbed his wand nervously, watching the direct dialogue between the Creator and the Creator, messy thoughts appeared in his mind, and he remembered what Professor Ivan said before Christmas Eve.

an experiment.