I'm Really an Alchemist

It stopped running, squatted on the ground and looked around anxiously.

But finding someone in this sea of ​​countless people is not as easy as finding a needle in a haystack!

Blake was mad with anxiety.

At this time, the crimson pendant on his chest suddenly moved, and pulled in a certain direction... This pulling feeling was extremely slight, but Black felt it. He had no time to think about why the pendant moved, and moved towards The direction where the pendant was pulled ran wildly away.

Charms are like navigation.

Whenever it goes the wrong way, it pulls slightly in the other direction.

Finally, the black cat found its way forward, and there were fewer and fewer Death Eaters.

It saw the end of the road, and a pair of familiar phantoms dissipated.

James and Lily.

Black's tawny cat pupils reflected the disappearing friends, it seemed to return to the night thirteen years ago again, reliving the heart-piercing pain, but soon, Black's attention quickly shifted to the boy .

Harry Potter's eyes were lifeless, like a body with its soul removed.

"Harry!" it tried to yell, but it was just a high-pitched meow.

It saw Voldemort surrounding Harry, and at the same time drew out his wand, aiming at the ashamed boy.

"Goodbye, Harry Potter."

Different Voldemorts in different tones, different intonations.

Either crazy, or gloomy, or sneer, or say this sentence with pity.

Then, raise your wand at the same time.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The tip of the wand is condensed with a floating light that symbolizes death, and the Most Demonic Curse, which steals the power of death, is infused with every Voldemort's deepest malice and killing intent, and five red arcs are ejected, hitting the expressionless boy at the same time.

Harry Potter was kneeling in the center, his godless pupils reflected the arc of the Death Curse.

In the deepest despair, he closed his eyes instead, waiting for death to come.

If you die, it won't be so painful.

If you die, you will be able to redeem your sins.

"Harry!!"

The boy heard screams of pain and pity.

The dark and elegant Bombay cat crazily crashed into Voldemort's encirclement, exerted its agility to the extreme, and knocked Harry away viciously at the moment when the wave of the death curse was ejected from the wand.

crackle!

Five spell rays with electric arcs hit the black cat at the same time.

Harry Potter opened his eyes in disbelief, and saw the black cat hit by the five Avada Kedavra curses, the black cat that was always by his side, and was by his side when he was most sad.

The black cat's eyes moved down, as if it wanted to engrave the boy's face in its heart forever.

Bang!

When it fell to the ground, its body suddenly changed, turning back into Sirius Black.

The man was facing upwards, with pity and pain in his unclosed eyes, staring at the sky and at Harry Potter.

"Black." Pettigrew laughed wildly: "Master, he is Sirius Black, hahahaha, Harry, this is the person you have always hated, even if you push him to hell, he will still want to save you!"

Voldemort frowned slightly, they put down their wands temporarily, and looked at the dumbfounded Harry Potter with malicious eyes.

"What's the use?" The young Voldemort smiled wildly, his eyes moved between the boy and the corpse, and his tone was cheerful: "Harry Potter, you killed the one who loved you."

"He wants to save you, but no one can." Young Voldemort said softly, "Next time, no one will come to save you."

Five malicious eyes fell on the boy.

The boy stared blankly at Black, at the cracked crimson pendant on Black's chest, his empty heart was quickly filled with pain, hatred, and regret.

"It turns out that you have been by my side all the time."

The boy thought of the proud black cat.

The black cat that accompanied him.

He slowly held Black's cold palm and murmured softly.

The original hatred for Black quickly smudged and spread, intertwined and fused with love, despair, pain, hatred, and madness.

You have me I have you.

At the same time, on the right side of the castle, Ravenclaws defended against the almost endless Death Eaters. Ravenclaws headed by Hermione set up a huge protective shield, watching countless werewolves and vampires defending against it. The hood crumbled.

Fear spread.

They set their expectant eyes on the dean.

Through the protective cover, the new Ravenclaw dean flicked his fingers to deform the ground, and the moisture in the condensed air formed icy tentacles, which were patted on the Death Eaters from the air. His face was blue and he couldn't move.

But there are too many of them.

Vacancies are quickly filled.

Suddenly, Zhou Qi's attack faltered slightly. The Death Eaters thought that he had consumed too much magic power, so they rushed towards him frantically, trying to devour him and tear him apart. Countless hideous faces hit the protective shield.

"Professor!" Hermione quickly asked another person to take over the protective magic, came to Zhou Qi's side, and said with fear and concern: "You take a rest! We can still hold on!"

Zhou Qi glanced into the distance.

He didn't look back, his voice was smiling.

"It's over."

"It's over?" Hermione was puzzled. Looking at the Death Eaters who continued to charge into the protective shield, she felt horror and chills. The protective shield was not only the only way to stop the Death Eaters, but also a desperate situation to trap them.

Hermione also followed Zhou Qi's gaze and looked into the distance.

In the world she couldn't see, the majestic and obscure magic power spread under the ground, linking up a huge six-pointed star circle, including Black Lake, Hodmog, and Hogwarts.

Above the core of the circle is Harry Potter.

Hate is born of love, and love and hate are reversed.

This is the fundamental part of Zhou Qi's core plan. Pettigrew pretending to be Black is the first layer, invading Hogwarts is the second layer, Voldemort breaking the blood magic is the third layer, and Black dying in front of Harry is the fourth layer.

Everything that happened at this time was under Zhou Qi's control.

All are pawns.

On the core of the hexagram, the void in Harry Potter's heart was quickly filled, and love and hate were reversed, completing the last part of the magic ceremony.

In his brain, there was a scream of pain.

The fragment of Voldemort hidden in Harry Potter's soul suddenly opened his eyes, but quickly disintegrated in the scream of despair and fear. The giant magic circle under the surface glowed with a deep light, and the majestic magic power poured into Harry Potter. Body.

Pettigrew continued to laugh wildly.

The other Voldemorts restrained their smiles, sensing something was wrong.

With Harry as the center, the tiny whirlwind rolled the gravel, soil and fallen leaves on the ground, suddenly spreading and erupting.

The vortex, the vortex that supports the sky and the earth.

The vortex that devours everything.

The Death Eaters, Dementors, Werewolves, and Vampires in the melee all stopped attacking. At the same time, they looked at the vortex that covered the sky and the earth. The dark clouds covering the silver moon were sucked into the vortex, and the cool moonlight swayed down.

At this moment, it seemed that there was only that vortex left in the world.

Fear and coercion crept into the hearts of the Death Eaters inch by inch. The dementor screamed in terror, escaped from the castle, and fled in all directions.

But he was pulled involuntarily, sucked into the vortex, and disappeared without a sound.

No one dared to move.

Whether it's Death Eaters, or Hogwarts, or Forbidden Forest animals.

They looked at the huge vortex in awe.

Seventeen-year-old Tom Riddle watched the vortex and covered his forehead in pain. At this moment, he felt that his soul was attracted by the vortex.

It's like the soul can't wait to jump out of the body and plunge into the vortex to complete the final completion.

Fortunately, he was prepared and far enough away.

Tom Riddle stuck to the wall, looking at the whirlpool in awe, with a wry smile on his lips.

He finally understood the dark wizard's plan. Since Voldemort's resurrection last year, he had already doomed their end. No matter how happy they danced, they were just pawns, and they were just making wedding dresses for others.

With such a distance and such adequate preparations, I felt a sense of separation from my soul.

What about Voldemort who is close to the vortex?

If I didn't choose the right path at the beginning, I'm afraid I'm the only one who is in despair now, right?

As Tom Riddle thought.

The Voldemorts who are close to the vortex are located on the edge of the vortex. They are dumbfounded, desperate and frightened. In front of this vortex, their souls are involuntarily drawn, pulled, and want to actively plunge into the vortex.

It's like instinctively wanting to complete completion and fusion.

"Are you kidding..." the ferocious and crazy young Voldemort growled, "I am the Dark Lord, the strongest Dark Lord!"

He kept waving his wand.

Countless waves of cursed light disappeared silently in the vortex.

Other Voldemorts also struggled desperately. They frantically exploded the magic power in their bodies, using various methods to escape from the vortex, and using various magics to break up the vortex.

Nothing works.

At this time, Tom, whose face was disfigured, screamed in horror, and he fled out of the whirlpool.

The other Voldemorts also sprang up frantically and flew out of the vortex, but the terrifying attraction of this vortex was like a black hole, pulling their spirits and souls.

At fifty-two Voldemort was closest to the outer end.

He looked at the border in front of him in ecstasy, stretched out his hand as much as possible, and stretched out of the whirlpool.

suddenly,