I'm Really an Alchemist

Dumbledore was silent for a long time inside the door.

at last,

The stone statue slowly moved out of the way.

The White Wizard held his wand in his hand and saw young Grindelwald coming up the steps.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to decades ago.

"You're getting older, Albus." Grindelwald said disappointedly, "I can't see the flame in your eyes."

He looked around the office facilities and sneered: "These decades of headmaster career have made you completely forget your ideals, Albus Dumbledore!"

"Gellert!"

Dumbledore stared closely at the younger old friend: "Your time has passed, why did you appear again at this time, what are you going to do?"

Grindelwald looked into his eyes.

"I want to continue the unfinished business of forty-five years ago. That is my dream!" His voice also raised his voice: "Albus, have you forgotten the agreement in Godric's Hollow?!"

The white wizard's eyes were in a trance again.

The two seem to have returned to their youth. Two equally outstanding and proud youths made a common agreement in Godric's Hollow to create an ideal world where wizards live in the sun.

"Enough!" the White Wizard roared, no one had ever seen such a furious expression on his face, "I can beat you once, and I can beat you a second time!"

Grindelwald calmed down, and even looked at his former enemy with pity.

He stretched out his hand slightly, and the whole office was deformed and squeezed.

The phoenix Fox flew high and attacked Grindelwald, but was entangled by Nagini, and a snake and a phoenix fought in the twisted and narrow space.

"You are old, Dumbledore."

Grindelwald's arms trembled slightly, and the rocks rising from the ground wrapped around Dumbledore's lower body, instantly turning into steel, making him unable to move.

Dumbledore waved his wand, intending to control the transformation of the office in his hands, but Grindelwald approached him instantly and snatched the elder wand from his hand.

"Your movements are too stiff, and your thinking is too slow." Grindelwald said with pity: "It should return to its owner."

The Elder Wand fell into Grindelwald's hands and became more flexible and terrifying. In an instant, the surrounding glass products exploded.

Dumbledore could only turn his head away, using his thick wizard robes to block the splashing glass shards.

Wait for him to turn around.

A gap was opened in the wall, leading to the outside of the castle.

Grindelwald and Nagini disappeared.

PS: Thank you for the blade of SCP-096, thank you for Latiao, who is so difficult to chat with girls, thank you for Ning Ri’an’s blade that no one can match, and the salted fish stab and blade of the attacking piglet

Chapter 448 Chapter 89 The Deathly Hallows Society

Dumbledore was leaning on the soft chair, with his hands on his lap, his face was hidden in the shadow of the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Only a hint of impetuousness can be seen from his blue pupils.

When did the Greatest White Wizard get so anxious?

Even if Voldemort is destined to return, Dumbledore will not be so anxious, he will push the wheel of fate in an orderly manner.

And now,

His enemy is no longer the Dark Lord who is destined to be defeated by the Savior in fate.

It was Grindelwald whom he had never defeated and never seen through.

His true mortal enemy!

The white wizard turned his head, and through the window, he could see people coming and going in the street, laughing and laughing, and there was a scene of peace—this was the peace he had won with great difficulty. He didn't dare to spread the news about Grindelwald, no Dare to let this Wizard's Lane return to its calm and lonely appearance again.

It has been ten days since Grindelwald took the Elder Wand.

During these ten days, Dumbledore tried his best and tried his best to find Grindelwald, but he found nothing!It's as if he disappeared into this world!

what do you want to do?

Where did you go again?

Anxiety once again rose from the mind of the white wizard. He thought he knew this opponent very well, but after forty-nine years, he could no longer guess what the opponent wanted to do!

Maybe I'm really old?

The white wizard looked down at the beard on his chest and at the thin palms.

"Click."

The door of the living room was gently pushed open.

Dumbledore straightened his back, quickly hid his expression in his heart, got up and greeted the white-haired old man who walked in.

"Mr. Ollivander."

The best wand maker in the world - Garrick Ollivander walked into the living room with a smile. Holding a rectangular wooden box in his palm, he came to Dumbledore.

Box opens.

Inside was a brand new wand.

"Twelve and a quarter inches, rowan wood, phoenix feathers." Ollivander shook his head and said, "Professor Dumbledore, the wand will choose its own master. I tried my best, and I can only see if it accepts you? "

Dumbledore nodded to Ollivander, reaching for the wand in the box.

The magic is running smoothly.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that it likes me very much." Dumbledore stroked his wand with a little emotion.

Except for the Elder Wand, all other wands grew up with wizards since childhood. No wizard will re-customize a new wand. It is not a tool, but a companion.

There is no one who can change a wand at the age of more than a hundred, except him.

Ollivander was also very confused, but he didn't ask any questions. He was just an ordinary wand maker. As for the use of the wand in the hands of the master, that was not his business.

"Mr. Ollivander, I hope you will help me keep the matter of making a new wand here with you."

The white wizard's attitude is very sincere, he doesn't want to be known that even his personal wand has been taken away, it will cause great panic.

Ollivander hesitated for a while, and nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore paid three times the galleon, turned his head and walked into the peaceful and peaceful Diagon Alley. Hearing the exclamation from the street and Dumbledore's hearty laughter, Ollivander vaguely felt more A big storm is coming.

He hastily turned his head.

"I'm just an ordinary cane maker. The sky in the magical world is falling...and there are tall people on top of it." The cane maker whispered worriedly.

.....

August seventeenth.

port of new york.

Thousands of cruise ships come in and out of the world's largest port every day. Standing in the port and looking out, the huge ships are like monsters floating on the sea, and the shadows cover the sun, giving people a sense of grandeur.

A passenger ship from Thames Harbor, England, docked into the port.

Passenger ships put down the steps, and passengers from all over the world set foot on this most prosperous city in the world with their dreams.

"Sir, it's your first time in New York, do you need a map?"

"Miss, have you booked the hotel yet? I have recommendations for high-quality and cheap star-rated hotels!"

"Souvenirs, Indian handicrafts!"

Dark-skinned peddlers swarmed up, fooling new travelers to New York. Whenever such a person came with a dream, they would be taken advantage of in their eyes.

But the hawker is also watching people order food.

Those who are not well-dressed and will bargain, have nothing to scratch.

But those passengers who are well-dressed and have temperament, even if they just scrape off a little bit of oil and water, may make a lot of money.

And they took aim at a pair similar to a father-daughter combination.

The man has short white hair, a low-key and luxurious fluffy coat, a finely stitched handmade towel around his neck, and an English square hat in his hand. His dressing style is very classic British gentleman.

The woman was a long-haired Asian girl with a good face, a good figure, and smoky makeup. She took the initiative to land behind the man with a suitcase.

Either a secretary or a mistress.

The peddlers quickly determined the couple based on their own experience.

They crowded around.

"Sir, do you need a tour guide?" Among a bunch of vendors introducing maps, handicrafts, and hotels, a white boy squeezed in and said loudly: "My name is Dick, and I know everything about New York! You invited me , must be value for money!"

He looked at the peddler beside him with a little disdain, and lowered his voice.

"These niggers are not clean, sir!"

Although Dick's voice was low, it was heard by the others. Immediately, several black men aggressively rolled up their sleeves, exposing their bulging muscles, and began to curse.

The smoky Asian girl quickly stood in front of her, her eyes especially fierce.

"Don't be nervous, Nagini." The man said with a low smile, "Ethnic conflicts run through this land. We have to get used to it. This is the characteristic of this city and this country."

Grindelwald patted the white boy on the shoulder.

"It's just you. I haven't been to New York for many years. I hope to have a pleasant trip."

Dick suddenly became happy. He glanced proudly at the unwilling hawker group, and led the two of them out of the port. He was eager to help Nagini carry the suitcase, but was glared at by the Asian girl. Awkward.

"Sir, what's your name?"

Dick laughed dryly and changed the subject.

"Grindelwald."