I'm Really an Alchemist

He sat on the chair, looking at Grindelwald sitting cross-legged on the hard bed.

"Cooperation?" Grindelwald was slightly surprised: "The whole of Europe is in your hands, I don't think you need to cooperate with me, a prisoner!"

Zhou Qi shook his head: "There is a lot of resistance to what I want to do. This resistance comes from all over the world. Controlling the European magic world is not enough for me to resist the tide of the world. I need a partner!"

Grindelwald made it clear.

He turned his head to look northeast, and after a long silence, he said slowly, "Why are you so sure that I will help you?"

"Because our goals are the same, at least on the surface." Zhou Qi said: "You hope to overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy, and you hope to establish a world where wizards rule Muggles. There is no difference between wizards and Muggles."

Grindelwald laughed.

Zhou Qi looked at him quietly and laughed.

The first Dark Lord was out of breath and short of breath from laughing, his frail body was not strong enough to support such a violent heartbeat, and he turned from laughing maniacally to coughing.

"What can you give me?" Grindelwald restrained his smile and looked at Zhou Qi.

"Youth, knowledge." Zhou Qi smiled slightly: "There is nothing else, you need to get it back yourself."

Grindelwald rolled his eyes.

Zhou Qi's words ignited his already extinguished flame, as to whether it was used or not, there is no need to care.

He is Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald.

The demon king who set off a global magic war.

Who takes advantage of whom?

Who will have the last laugh?

The game hadn't started, no one would know.

But before that, Grindelwald had one last request. He raised his head and looked at Zhou Qi with a hoarse and low voice: "I want to know how strong you are now?"

"Is it important?" Zhou Qi asked calmly.

"Just to satisfy the old man's curiosity." Grindelwald showed a few big black and yellow teeth, and a pair of young brown eyes with dark eyes on his thin face.

Zhou Qi nodded slightly.

In an instant, the world was spinning.

The strong centrifugal force pushed Grindelwald against the cold wall. He actually felt a slight weightlessness in his body, and the surrounding walls gradually became transparent. Grindelwald opened his eyes wide in shock.

The prison on the tower of Nurmengard became the rocket.

It rises, rises, rises endlessly toward the sky.

The towers on the ground became the size of needlepoints, and the mountains shrunk. Grindelwald looked down at the ground, the layers of dark clouds under his feet, and watched the ground change from flat to slightly curved.

In the end, before his eyes was a planet that was huge to the limit.

"Low-earth orbit, located two thousand miles above the surface of the earth." Zhou Qi pushed open the transparent door, and the air in the prison poured into the vacuum crazily. Grindelwald and Zhou Qi were pushed to reach the zero-gravity vacuum .

The transparent ball supported the two of them.

The ball has air and temperature.

Grindelwald adapted to weightlessness, suspended in mid-air, and looked at the huge planet spinning in front of him in amazement. This is a world that wizards have never touched. Facing the earth, he can only feel how big the world is and how small he is.

"Is this your strength?" His voice was rough: "It's really unreasonable."

Zhou Qi stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips gathered a faint light.

It was a faint but dangerous light, giving Grindelwald the illusion of being as hot as the sun.

"If we say that the magic I have contributed the most to is this—I call it the Eternal Blazing Sun. Although I have never tried it since it was created, but from a mathematical point of view, it has an explosion of about [-] tons of TNT. The energy, in terms you can understand, is equivalent to two Hiroshima atomic bombs."

Grindelwald carefully distanced himself, staring at the dancing light on Zhou Qi's fingertips.

"You have such great power, why do you still want to cooperate with me?" The ambition in his heart was shattered by this unimaginable power.

Zhou Qi blew out the nuclear fusion light at his fingertips.

"It's not power." He said: "From the very beginning, I never thought of using power to force the world to change. The world can change, but people's hearts are hard to change! Magic combines great power in one body, even now I can rely on it External forces destroy the earth and rebuild civilization."

Zhou Qi turned around and looked into the vacuum.

"I can pull a swarm of meteorites to hit the earth. The damage they cause is far more terrifying than human weapons, but what's the point of that? I don't want to rebuild civilization on a wasteland."

Grindelwald fell into a brief silence.

He couldn't understand this kind of power, let alone Zhou Qi.

With such a powerful power, even if you don't rely on him to change the world, you shouldn't pass this power on to others. Isn't he afraid of being surpassed and defeated by others?

In this silence, Grindelwald took a deep look at the earth.

In another whirlwind, the prison returns to the tower of Nurmengard.

Zhou Qi reached out to point at the aging Dark Lord, and looked back at his body with majestic magic power. Visible to the naked eye, Grindelwald's skinny body became stronger again, and his hair and face changed towards youth.

Appearing in front of him was a white-skinned man with short white hair and an imposing appearance.

"Welcome back, Dark Lord." Zhou Qi threw a crimson pendant to Grindelwald: "There is a spiritual mark in it, you can find a helper through it, I believe it will help you."

Grindelwald put away the pendant.

Feeling the strength and vitality of his body, he walked out of the prison where he had been locked up for forty-nine years, and looked at the blue-gray mountains in the distance.

He takes a deep breath.

Let freedom fill your body.

Even without a magic wand, he is still the most powerful Dark Lord. Huge magic power floods his body, causing him to levitate off the ground. The tattered clothes on his body are transformed into a black and elegant windbreaker under the catalysis of magic power.

Grindelwald turned around.

The prison is empty, as if no one has ever visited.

"What a terrible person." His eyes moved slightly, looking at the scarlet pendant in his palm. Although he had not been born for forty-nine years and his followers had died, Grindelwald didn't care.

He can become the Dark Lord from nothing, and he can return to glory.

But before that,

He lacks a wand.

Grindelwald walked to the bottom of the tower, took the wand from the sleeping watchman, and then looked at the tall tower that he built but imprisoned himself, and swung his wand violently. The tower cracked, spread upwards, and collapsed .

Nurmengard fell, and Grindelwald returned.

PS: Thank you Ning Ri'an for the blade that no one can cloud

Chapter 447 Chapter 88 Dumbledore and Grindelwald

"Professor Dumbledore?"

There was a low voice in his ear, and the white wizard raised his head in a daze, his blue eyes were particularly confused.

Several worried faces appeared before his eyes.

The principal of Beauxbaton School of Magic - Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Durmstrang School of Magic - Igor Karkaroff, the director of the British Department of Magical Sports - Ludo Bagman.

Madam Maxim looked worried, Karkaroff was a little impatient, Bagman kept a little distance from the other two principals, and looked at them with a little disdain.

Only then did Dumbledore break free from the memory of the past.

He smiled embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I haven't had a good rest recently." He crossed his hands and looked at the three of them gently: "Where did we just talk?"

Karkaroff's attitude was very low, and he used compliments, which was hard to see in the previous high-minded Durmstrang.

"Professor Dumbledore, about the Triwizard Tournament..."

Dumbledore's thoughts returned, and when he remembered the purpose of these people coming to him, he couldn't help smiling bitterly. He was too old, and always ignored the things in front of him when he recalled the past.

Triwizard Tournament.

It is a traditional promotion competition of three magic schools in Europe. It has a history of [-] years. The three schools select a warrior respectively, overcome obstacles, and finally win the Goblet of Fire.

However, due to the high mortality rate of this kind of competition, it has not been held for many years.

"Professor Dumbledore." Madam Maxime sighed heavily: "I know this request is very unreasonable to Hogwarts, but please look at the friendship between our three schools and help us recover from the decline!"

She got up from her chair and bowed deeply to the White Wizard.

Karkaroff was slightly stiff, but he also stood up and bowed to Dumbledore.

In the Battle of the Death Eaters in Europe, Durmstrang and Beauxbaton defected to the Death Eaters camp. Now that Voldemort has died, the two schools finally tasted the bitter fruit.

The signboard of the millennium famous school fell to the dust.

The two schools that were originally as famous as Hogwarts have now become places that wizards despise. They are accused of being ridiculed as Death Eater schools, and even the graduates are not accepted by the wizarding world.

Now wizarding families in Europe are already considering sending their children to Hogwarts across the country, or simply home education.

Under this general trend, the two principals who have regained control of the school began to make amends frantically.

But no matter how they draw a line from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, it won't help—the two schools have already been labeled as Death Eaters, and their reputations are completely rotten.

The only thing they can do now is to let Hogwarts pull.

Hogwarts is famous not only because it fought the Death Eaters, but also because the president of the European Magic Union, the savior who defeated Voldemort, was also enrolled in this school.

It can be said that Hogwarts is as glorious as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are.

"I can understand your difficulties!" Dumbledore hurriedly pulled the two of them back to their seats. The thousand-year friendship of the three schools cannot be erased by this temporary disaster.

What he finds embarrassing is the practice of the two schools.

It's not impossible to restore the wizard's credibility to Beauxbatons and Durmstrang through the Triwizard Tournament, but the Triwizard Tournament has not been held in many years, and the mortality rate is very high.

In case of self-defeating, not only these two schools, but also Hogwarts, which has been raised to a high place, will fall down.

Regarding the concerns of the white wizard, the director of the Department of Magic and Sports, who had been silent until now, spoke up.