I'm Really an Alchemist

His body stiffened.

The phantom of the basilisk appeared in the pupils of the eyes.

The curse of Medusa, which was integrated with the blood of his body, erupted loudly. He turned his head in horror and disbelief, and let out a desperate scream. His body collapsed and disintegrated under the curse, and his soul was drawn into the center of the vortex while screaming.

At this moment, other Voldemorts who tried to escape also felt the outbreak of the blood curse.

Their bodies melted bit by bit under the curse.

"Hahahahaha!" Young Voldemort laughed wildly: "We have all been played with, the Dark Lord, and are just toys in other people's hands!!"

His crazy eyes crossed the border of the vortex, as if seeing the person behind the scenes manipulating the Dark Lord.

Then, he voluntarily gave up resistance, his body melted away, and his soul was drawn into the center of the vortex.

"Do not!!"

Twenty-year-old Voldemort let out a horrific scream and was sucked into the vortex.

The disfigured Tom suddenly sighed softly, he stopped trying to escape in vain, turned around and faced the center of the vortex, closed his eyes, and actively plunged into the vortex.

"I am the real Voldemort!"

The only thing that can suppress the blood curse is Voldemort himself.

His eyes were full of fear and madness, no matter how desperate others were, it did not affect his escape.

"I can't die here!" Voldemort growled, "I haven't lived forever, I haven't controlled the wizarding world, and I haven't realized my ideals!"

Voldemort, with a strong will, crashed out of the vortex just before his soul was pulled out of his body.

He didn't stop there, didn't care about his subordinates, and turned into black smoke, fleeing towards the sky.

The vortex has changed.

The vortex covering the sky rose from the ground and turned into a huge face. It was a huge face thousands of meters in size, composed of clouds and fog, and could be vaguely recognized from the appearance——

"Harry..." Hermione stared blankly at the sky.

"Harry!" Ron looked at the sky in shock.

Voldemort only felt that death was like a dangling sword of Damocles. He fled crazily, but he could never escape from the face above his head.

The face opened its mouth.

"No..." Voldemort looked up, watching the huge black mouth cover, his desperate and terrified scream hadn't erupted from his throat.

The giant mouth closed.

The sound fades away.

The Death Eaters kept their heads up, and the Death Eaters all over the mountains and plains remained silent, and the battlefield fell into a strange dead silence.

The huge face condenses and hangs down like fog.

In the high sky in the center of the battlefield, a human form is formed.

That's Harry Potter.

Harry Potter with a changed temperament.

He was wearing a pure black wizard robe, his hair had grown a bit and fell loose on his shoulders, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

Holding Black's body in his arms, he landed on solid ground.

All eyes were on him, but no one spoke.

Harry Potter gently put Black's body down, and with a wave of his hand, the ground suddenly rolled, and a big gray mouse squeaked and squeezed out from the cracked ground, separated by the invisible wizard's hand several kilometers away. , move to the front.

The mouse landed on the ground and changed back into human form.

"Harry, I was wrong!" Pettigrew crawled on the ground, crawled to Harry's feet, and said humbly, "Forgive me, Harry!"

"I was really wrong, and I am willing to make amends!"

"I killed James and Lily, and I framed Sirius!" Pettigrew straightened up and shouted into the silent battlefield: "It's me, I am willing to accept the punishment, lock me up, please put me away!" Lock it up in Azkaban!"

His shrill voice spread across the silent battlefield.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic moved their eyes slightly, but did nothing. Everyone's eyes stayed on Pettigrew strangely.

"Okay." Harry stretched out his hand, stroking the top of Pettigrew's head, his voice hoarse: "It's enough."

Pettigrew was overjoyed.

"Will you forgive me?"

Harry said coldly: "If you like being a mouse, then be a mouse for the rest of your life. Good luck, Pettigrew!"

Dark magic power erupted from his palm, Pettigrew screamed in agony, his body was eternally and irreversibly transforming into a mouse, its magic power disappeared without a trace.

Pettigrew disappeared, leaving a fat gray mouse on the ground.

It was a little confused and a little frightened, and quickly went into the hole and disappeared.

Pettigrew's main body consciousness is replaced by the mouse's consciousness, he can only stay in the mouse's body forever, clearly understand the mouse's feelings, and become a real mouse.

Harry Potter straightened up and looked around calmly.

He stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, and the soul imprints of all the Death Eaters fell into his hands, taking over all the Death Eaters.

Werewolves, vampires, death eaters.

They all felt that the carrier of the soul imprint had changed. They hesitated, and a vampire knelt down towards Harry.

Like dominoes, all the Death Eaters knelt down towards Harry.

They bow down, pilgrimage, awe,

The third Dark Lord - Harry Potter!

Chapter 444 Chapter 85 Changes in the World

"Is that Harry Potter?"

Someone looked at the boy in the center of the Death Eaters and muttered in disbelief.

A Ministry of Magic employee beside him said in a low voice, "No, that's the Dark Lord."

Harry Potter and the Dark Lord.

This kind of connection will only appear in the rumors of certain pure-blood families. According to the legend that the Malfoy family once believed in, the one who killed the Dark Lord must be the new Dark Lord.

It's just Harry Potter's kindness and courage that make people ignore this possibility.

At this moment, everyone recalled it again.

The one who kills the Dark Lord must be the new Dark Lord.

The third Dark Lord.

"No..." Hermione's face turned pale, her little hands clutched her clothes, her eyes were fixed on her familiar friend and the strange Dark Lord, and she murmured to herself, "Harry will not be the Dark Lord, he will not be the Dark Lord." Possibly the Dark Lord!"

She wanted to rush up and pull her best friend back, but Zhou Qi stretched out her hand to stop her.

Hermione followed Zhou Qi's gaze and looked at the classmates beside her.

Everyone had fear on their faces and their eyes dodged.

Harry Potter was the Dark Lord, which gave them the greatest shock and fear. You must know that except for Hermione, most of the students had excluded Harry Potter this year.

Will he hold a grudge?

Will he take revenge?

Everyone has no idea, the principle that the law does not blame the public can be applied to ordinary people, but it is not applicable to the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord felt the fear and pleading eyes, but kept dodging them. He raised his head indifferently, his eyes were extremely cold, making everyone who met him accidentally fall into the abyss.

Someone stumbled out of the castle.

He walked towards the Dark Lord in pain, passed countless death eaters who were kneeling on the ground, and came to the side of the Dark Lord, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground.

"He's dead?" Lupine knelt beside Black, held his cold and stiff hand, raised his head in pain, and became the only person in the room who could look directly at the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord lowered his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I couldn't save him."

Lupine stared at Black in a daze, his heart pounding with sadness.

He was the only one left in the former group of four.

"I'm very sorry."

The Dark Lord drew out his wand, and the lightning-like spell ray shot out, traveling through the space at lightning speed, piercing into the castle, and beating the werewolf Fenrir who was lying on the ground in fear.

The wailing of the werewolf Fenrir's dying fear spread instantly.

At this moment, the hopes of those who had hoped for Harry Potter were completely shattered.

This is not Harry Potter.

This is the Dark Lord.

Cruel, terrifying, and the dark lord who brings despair.

The Death Eater lowered his head lower, lest he become the next Fenrir, and Tom Riddle leaned against the wall, looking at the Dark Lord, grinning.

It had to be said that Harry Potter was more to his liking at this time.

Edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The magical animal was as stiff as a puppet, not daring to move, but its eyes were extremely frightened and flustered.

At this time, Buckbeak escaped from the custody of the centaur, screamed loudly, staggered, passed Minerva McGonagall and Mrs. Pince, and rushed to the side of the Dark Lord.

It was wronged and attached to the Dark Lord's body intimately.

The Dark Lord's eyes fell on its broken wings and the scars on its body, and the more icy eyes swept towards the Forbidden Forest.

He lightly tapped Buckbeak's body with his wand, and a cool magic power poured into Buckbeak's body. The scars on his body healed slowly, but the broken wings could not be restored so easily.

The Dark Lord gave the first order to the Death Eaters.