I'm Really an Alchemist

"Professor." A girl cried, "Are we sure we'll never see them again?"

Zhou Qidao: "It depends on how you define this matter."

He turned around and faced all the teary-eyed students: "Paintings are objects that express feelings and are created to commemorate memories. Why must it have life?"

Principal's office.

Dumbledore put down his brush, his beard was stained with paint, and he frowned at the painting in front of him.

It was a somewhat distorted oil painting.

The oil painting is a serious man with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are firm and powerful.

Dumbledore blew the drawing paper and framed it into a picture frame. Phoenix Fawkes held the picture frame in his mouth and hung it on the wall, where it originally belonged to the former headmaster, Armando Dippet.

Dumbledore looked up at the still painting, then at the blank frames on both sides.

"There are still so many to draw." Dumbledore shook his head, picked up the brush again, and concentrated on drawing.

A smile unconsciously formed on the corner of his mouth.

Imagine that the former principals have no responsibilities and obligations, and live in another world of their own. What would that world be like?

As soon as he was distracted, paint was splashed on his body again.

Wizard Bai didn't care, and repainted the portrait of the former headmaster, which was his last memorial.

.....

After the Christmas holiday, it is the usual study life.

According to the rules set by the new headmaster, Ravenclaw entered the heavy and boring study, and entered the study state of preparing for the college entrance examination, except for a few magic courses that Zhou Qi believed had scientific basis and were worth learning.

What fills their lives is only mathematical, physical and chemical students.

Three days of small tests and five days of major tests. After the tests, a bulletin board will be posted on the Hogwarts bulletin board, ranking them according to their results.

Even students who want to catch fish will feel ashamed and uncomfortable when they see their names marked in red and counting down forever.

But it is strange that not many students resisted, at most there were a few complaints.

Maybe even the Ravenclaw students themselves feel that the complicated study fills the void in their hearts, and they are so full that they open their eyes to study and close their eyes to sleep, and there is no free time to hurt the spring and autumn.

Because of the scarcity of teacher resources.

Zhou Qi could only let Professor Snape be the teacher of biology and chemistry, which shocked the other professors. They never expected that Snape, who had always been at odds with Zhou Qi, would actually be willing to become a teacher of Muggle courses.

When Dumbledore found out about this, his back shivered.

If there was someone he trusted the most in Hogwarts, it was Snape!

Because of Snape's love for Lily, he became the most hidden chess piece in Dumbledore's hands... At some point, even this chess piece was mastered by Zhou Qi.

Dumbledore couldn't ask Snape for confirmation, so far, Zhou Qi didn't seem to think of a showdown.

And he has no ability to showdown.

Maintaining the status quo is the most appropriate decision!

Dumbledore looked at Hogwarts, which was gradually becoming strange and out of control, and he was always paying attention to the musician who was exactly the same as three years ago, and even his smile had not changed. The more worried and anxious he was, the more he had to take this Emotions are hidden.

He realized that Zhou Qi's purpose was to completely change the magical world.

Not quite the gradual progression he had hoped for.

But what if it can be discovered?

What can he do?

This is a character far more dangerous than Voldemort. He has power far beyond Voldemort and Grindelwald, and has a far deeper ambition than the two Dark Lords. More importantly, compared to the two Dark Lords who started the war devil.

This Muggle musician is more like a black hand hiding behind the scenes.

Dumbledore desperately found that Zhou Qi had nothing to do with what happened now, that is to say, if he couldn't find any evidence to prove that Zhou Qi did all of this.

There is no way to transfer the conflict to him!

The only thing we can do now is to delay time, find out the flaws, make Zhou Qi the target of public criticism, and gather all the forces that can be gathered to deal with him!

This is not an enemy that can be defeated by one person alone.

It is a monster that needs everyone's joint efforts to defeat!

In the evening, the cafeteria.

Hermione Granger looked tired and was ladling pumpkin soup with a math problem spread out.

Take a bite and take a look.

"Hermione!" Ron said: "You are exaggerating, we can only stay for a while during dinner time, why are you still reading?"

Ravenclaw and Gryffindor have completely different routines.

Harry and Ron wanted to meet good friends, but only during dinner time and weekend breaks. They couldn't spend a lot of time together every day like in the past.

Harry also said: "Yeah, you should relax too!"

He reached out and forcefully closed Hermione's math book.

Hermione let out a long breath.

"You don't understand, the competition in Ravenclaw is too fierce!" She grabbed her hair vigorously and cried out in grief: "I almost fell from the first place in the last exam!"

"I'm a teaching assistant. If I fall from the first place, what face do I have to meet Professor Ivan?"

Ron and Harry looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Having said that, Hermione also knew that she could only get together with her friends during the dinner break, so she reluctantly put away her book and rolled her eyes at the two snickering friends.

I have to say that Harry has been much happier recently.

Maybe it's because of the elusive black cat.

Or maybe he had already thought about it.

Harry stayed with Ron recently when he had nothing to do, and came to him during the recess, saying that he wanted to make up for the neglect of the Christmas holiday... Hermione laughed out loud when she thought of this.

Ron and Harry looked curiously, and the blushing girl rolled up the book and tapped them on the head.

The three laughed and made noise, as always.

.....

The blazing flames soared, and in the special high-temperature-resistant laboratory, Tom Riddle was undergoing a mutation.

He slowly opened his eyes, red blood was flowing in the dragon pupils, his body suddenly swelled, his clothes cracked, and iron blue dragon scales spread out from the surface of his body, covering and spreading in an instant.

Bang! !

The clothes on Tom Riddle exploded instantly, he bent down, and let out a violent dragon roar from his throat.

Outside the laboratory, a researcher in a white coat calmly pressed the button, and the metal walls on all sides of the laboratory were opened, and a python, a cheetah, a lion, and a crocodile were put in one by one. Suddenly stiff.

Tom Riddle's body changed, he grew dragon claws and wings, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a giant dragon with a size of tens of meters and covered in blue-gray.

The beasts shivered under the pressure of the upper race as if they had seen a natural enemy, curled up into a ball.

The dragon shook its head and tail, raised its head and roared.

Just the sound waves of the roaring caused the reinforced glass in the laboratory to burst suddenly.

"Power!" the giant dragon roared excitedly: "This is the true power of the bloodline!"

Tom Riddle is obsessed with feeling the majestic power gushing out of his body, whether it is an extremely powerful physical body, or a scale armor that can resist the death curse, or the magic power flowing like magma in his body.

These forces constitute him.

Whether it is the other selves or Dumbledore, under this powerful force, they are just weak ants.

Tom Riddle's spiritual power penetrates deep into the bloodline. He can possess such terrifying power just by tapping a small part of the potential of the bloodline. What will happen if he completely controls the bloodline?

Evolution or sublimation?

"This is..." Tom, who was addicted to the power of the blood, was taken aback suddenly. He felt the curse of snake venom and the spiritual imprint in the blood, and now, as long as he wanted, he could easily get rid of them.

The dragon's stern eyes turned to the outside of the laboratory, and through the glass, he saw the black wizard Dubois standing behind the experimenter.

It's like pouring ice water down.

Tom Riddle, who had been dazzled by the power, regained consciousness with his scales standing on end.

"Mr. Tom." The laboratory administrator adjusted the microphone: "Can you understand me?"

The dragon nodded honestly.

"That's good, please control the blood and fully control the dragon transformation reaction!"

Under the arrangement of the experimenter.

The dragon gathered its wings and turned into a flaming pillar of fire. It shrank in an instant and turned back into a naked Tom Riddle, suspended in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the light blue dragon scales climbed up like clothes to cover key parts.

He opened his eyes, revealing magma-like crimson dragon pupils, and blue dragon wings stretched out from behind.

Dubois walked to the experimental bench, looked at the half-dragonized Tom Riddle, thoughtful.

The main body sorted out the path of the arcane, and also comprehended it, allowing them to find out the path of the blood warlock-at this moment, Tom Riddle is the real blood warlock.

With spiritual power as the fulcrum, pry the blood, trace the blood, and sublimate the blood.

Instead of just relying on the blood of magical animals to cast magic like ordinary wizards.

What's the point of this?

Tom Riddle can completely abandon the wand and spells at this time. Not only can he become a dragon to enhance his combat power, but also because of the power of his blood, he can derive many magical abilities like instinct.

High fire resistance, magical control over flames.

As a dragon's superior coercion and dragon roar, huge power increase, defense ability against most magic.

This is only a small part.

But Tom Riddle at this moment is enough to crush other Voldemorts, and the three Unforgivable Curses are completely ineffective against him.

Looking at the half-dragonized Tom Riddle in the laboratory, Dubois pondered for a moment and said, "Tom, expel the curse from your body!"

Tom froze for a moment, in disbelief.