I'm Really an Alchemist

The Philosopher's Stone rises to fit seamlessly into the void in the ceiling.

It breathed like a living thing, devouring the ubiquitous vacuum zero-point energy, and breathing out invisible and colorless magic essence, filling the entire laboratory space.

"Extreme coverage—seven cubic meters!"

The experimenters in white coats shouted frantically.

Zhou Qi and Dubois breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their highly concentrated spirits suddenly relaxed, and they sat down on the soft chairs that had been prepared.

"Success." Dubois sighed with emotion.

"It worked." Zhou Qi took a deep breath, letting fresh air into his lungs.

The computer flickered and a short sentence appeared.

"The zeroth generation magic net has been successfully operated and has been recorded for the record."

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Chapter 446 Chapter 87 Grindelwald Returns

1994 years.

Siberia.

The wind and snow at minus [-] degrees covered the sky and the sun, and the endless ice field was filled with white mist. The gray-white snow wolf lay down on the cold snow, staring intently.

It's hunting.

Thanks to this sudden snowstorm, the visibility in the air was reduced to a level that even the beasts could not adapt to.

Certain snowfield animals will come out to look for food in this kind of blizzard.

And it, staring at a roe deer digging in the snow.

The snow wolf is suppressing its breathing and heartbeat. The snow on its fur is the best camouflage, which can effectively confuse its prey.It doesn't know what the principle of camouflage color is, but it is an innate talent.

It is the hunting and escape instinct of snowfield animals.

The roe deer continued to search for food in the snow, without any sense of approaching danger. The snow wolf blended itself into the wind and snow, like mottled background pixels, and sneaked towards the silly roe deer planing food on the snow.

The roe deer seemed to have discovered something.

Its tail exploded suddenly.

The snow wolf stopped quickly and hid itself in the wind and snow. What made it feel strange was that the roe deer didn't turn its head to look at itself, but let out a strange scream at the snow that had already been dug.

In the snow, there are mottled, stiff and cold big snakes.

Snow wolves and roe deer don't have the concept of snakes, and Siberia is not a place where snakes live. They looked at this strange life one after another, and fell into a short period of confusion.

But soon, the roe deer lost interest in the big snake.

It kicked the ice and snow a few times, covered the big snake, and turned around to leave.

This is a great hunting opportunity!

The snow wolf leaped out, opened its stinky mouth, and bit the silly roe deer's neck. The warm blood spurted out instantly, and condensed into granular crystals in the minus [-]-degree air.

On the snow, on the cold serpent.

The roe deer let out a short and frightened scream, its eyes were distracted, and it lost its ability to resist.

This is a very normal hunt in Siberia.

The snow wolf dragged the roe deer to the side and turned to look at the big snake in the snow. Regardless of whether he had seen this creature or not, the source of meat was the most important thing in this snowstorm.

It strode towards the big snake in the snow.

call out!

A gray shadow pierced out from the snow and ice, and wrapped around the snow wolf's body in an instant. The snow wolf let out a terrified roar, but it had never dealt with a python before. The more it struggled, the tighter the big snake wrapped around its body. .

In the long struggle and pain.

The snow wolf became the fate of the prey.

It fell to the ground, staring blankly at the roe deer killed by it with wide-open eyes, looking funny and weird.

The boa constrictor quickly bit its neck open, gulping down the warm blood, allowing its body to fully recover from the freezing. It raised its head and hissed in pain towards the white sky above the wind and snow.

"I... am... Voldemort!!"

It spits out words like insanity.

The big snake lowered its head, its eyes were confused, sober, ignorant and crazy. It dragged two dead animals and meandered towards the end of the snow field.

.....

Austria.

Nurmengard.

The old watchman carried a chandelier and walked on the monotonous spiral staircase. He pressed the square hat on his head to prevent the only hat from being blown away by the wind, otherwise it would be difficult to buy another one.

The chandelier swayed in the cold wind.

The only light loomed, like the light of an island in a storm.

The watchman stopped and stood on the stairs, looking towards the sky.

At the end of the sky, a dark cloud slowly came, and the roar of the wind was heard from the exposed mountain walls around.

"It is going to rain."

The watchman has a sad face and quickens his pace. He wants to return to his warm hut, lie in a blanket chair, and it is best to pour a cup of coffee to gain peace of mind before the approaching storm.

Look up from the watchman.

This is a solitary tower, completely pitch black, with a very tall gray city wall, and countless magic forbidden areas. There are bare mountains and rocks in a radius of a hundred miles, without plants and life.

Stay away from people.

It is also a prison.

Prison where the first Dark Lord was held.

The watchman walked down the stairs to the tower, and the chandelier in his hand shook treacherously, and the sky seemed to be a little gloomy during the flickering.

A figure walked towards the tower.

"Who are you?" The watchman saw a figure coming from the end of the rock, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be his background. The old watchman was a little scared, but the quality of the retired Auror made him lift the chandelier, He scolded: "Outsiders are not allowed to enter here! Get out!"

Nurmengard placed the Muggle Repelling Curse, and only wizards could reach the prison.

The watchman raised the chandelier and saw the figure approaching clearly.

It was an Asian young man with black hair and black pupils, and a warm smile.

The watchman was a little dazed, although in the eyes of Europeans, Asians all looked the same, but he still recognized this face, because the other party's reputation in the wizarding world was too great.

Famous Muggle musician, British Viscount, head of Hogwarts Ravenclaw, arcane pioneer.

Any celebrity whose name is used can kill people.

"Mr. Ivan?" The watchman still asked vigilantly, "Why are you here?"

Zhou Qi stopped under the tower.

He didn't answer the watcher, but looked at the phrase, already covered in dust, carved into the doorway - for the greater good.

"Mr. Ivan?!" The watchman slowly stretched out his hand and held the wand that never left him, his voice was a little louder.

"Quiet."

Zhou Qi looked over indifferently.

The old guard's eyes widened suddenly, his mind was lost, and his eyes spread instantly. As if he had been hypnotized, he turned around stiffly and walked into his guard's hut.

He will sleep there and wake up forgetting everything.

Without interference, Zhou Qi looked up at the tower. He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly, and the deep and invisible magic power instantly penetrated into the defense nodes of the prison and disintegrated in an instant.

In the dark room on the top of the tower, the old man woke up suddenly.

After an absence of forty-nine years, he felt that magic power surged out of his skinny body again. It was a thin but real extraordinary power.

Soon.

The wooden door opened slowly, and the dim light poured in. The young man who appeared at the door looked at the old man who had been released from the shackles.

"Hello, Grindelwald."

Zhou Qi greeted him in a brisk tone. As he entered the small room, the surrounding light gradually increased, and even the space was slowly expanding outward. Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable that he hadn't enjoyed it for forty-nine years. It's been bright.

He sat cross-legged on the hard plank bed, and the shackles on his wrists and ankles had been undone.

"I know you."

The old and skinny Dark Lord raised his head slowly: "Let me guess what you are here for. Voldemort's use value has been drained. Do you want to use me?"

Zhou Qi raised his brows, he was really surprised.

Grindelwald laughed hoarsely, and he glanced at the door with disdain.

"Although the old man's cooking is terrible, he will still give me the outdated Daily Prophet to pass the time." He smiled half-smile: "I haven't missed any issue of the Daily Prophet, only idiots outside can't see these events Contact in!"

Worthy of being the first Dark Lord.

Zhou Qi looked deeply at the skinny and aging Grindelwald, and secretly felt that this Dark Lord was far more dangerous than a fool like Voldemort.

This is also the reason why he didn't use the avatar, but the real body.

Grindelwald has a deeper ambition and strength than Voldemort. He is a full-fledged ambitious man, and he is not comparable to Voldemort's brain-dead violent elements.

"Not to use, but to cooperate."

Zhou Qi patted the wet and cold wall, and the wall suddenly stood out, transforming into a chair.