I'm Really an Alchemist

"I found a big gap in her memory. I read her memory through blood magic. Guess what I found?" He paused for a moment and said, "Barty Crouch Jr., Voldemort The most loyal Death Eater, he did not die of illness in Azkaban, but was brought out by old Barty Crouch, and kept at home with the Imperius Curse."

"Barty Crouch Jr. will not react to the curse. We can use his loyalty to Voldemort to act. There is also the Triwizard Tournament, and Krum will also participate."

"As long as we can get close to Harry Potter, there are many things we can do!"

.....

New York, a certain magic item shop.

Ball enthusiastically introduces the store's latest Magic Gum.

Because of his enthusiastic attitude and sincere smile, the store has gained a lot of praise. The store manager specially praised the employees and gave Pol a lot of bonuses.

The mentality of other employees is chaotic.

It's as if they don't know Bohr. This social animal wizard who is nearly [-] years old has always had tiredness and negative energy on his face, and his performance is also at the bottom. What's going on now?

How did he get his confident and cheerful attitude?

When an employee close to Boer asked him for advice, Boer just smiled mysteriously and didn't answer, which whetted his appetite.

The day is over.

The store manager held a celebration meeting to celebrate the improvement of today's performance, praised Boer lavishly, and even secretly suggested a promotion and salary increase, which immediately caused other employees to explode and become extremely jealous.

But Pohl made a surprise move.

He declined the store manager's kindness and handed in his resignation letter.

At the beginning of his career, he chose to resign.

The store manager couldn't keep him, so he could only sigh regretfully, but he still didn't withhold the bonus, and gave everything that should be given.Boer insisted on leaving, but there was really no other way. On the contrary, the other employees lost their jealousy and became very curious.

A wizard like Boll, who is almost thirty years old, can hardly survive without a job.

Where did he have the confidence to resign?

Bohr didn't care about other people's strange eyes and questioning. He packed up his things and prepared to leave, but was begged by his colleague and friend in the store.

"Have you found someone with a better salary?" The colleague hammered on Boer's chest and said in a low voice, "Take me away, I'm also very uncomfortable here."

Paul was a little embarrassed.

In the end, he decided to reveal a little bit of information, so that he could help his friends.

"If you want to know, wait for me at the Brooklyn Bridge before midnight tonight."

The colleague couldn't figure it out, so he could only watch his friend leave in a cool way, envious of his freedom.

It was before dawn.

The colleague who was tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't sleep got up secretly, put on his clothes in the sound sleep of his wife and children, took out his magic wand, and summoned the Knight Bus from the side of the road. He pressed his hat and said to the conductor: "Go to the Brooklyn Bridge .”

The conductor is not surprised.

"Don't be nervous, all the wizards here are going to the Brooklyn Bridge!"

The colleague looked into the carriage at this moment, and dozens of wizards inside all raised their heads and smiled kindly at him.

The conductor handed him the ticket and said with a smile, "Welcome, comrade."

Comrade?

While he was still in a daze, the driver started the car and arrived at the Brooklyn Bridge at lightning speed.

As soon as he got out of the car, Boer hurried over to greet him.

"York!" Pole waved to his colleagues, and the other wizards cast friendly glances. While greeting around, he held his colleagues back and said, "It's great that you can come. I thought you wouldn't come."

York looked around hesitantly.

Dozens of wizards gathered in this small area, they were dressed casually, some wore wizard robes, some wore Muggle clothes, and he also saw wizards who came in pajamas, but everyone had a small logo on their clothes .

A circle within a triangle.

The circle is bisected by a vertical line.

He felt uneasy: "Pol, you don't belong to... some sect, do you?"

This seems so unreasonable.

Ball smiled and said, "This is the wizarding society, and they are all members of the Deathly Hallows society."

"Deathly Hallows Society?" York searched his memory carefully, but he had never heard of such a society, but seeing his friend here, he still mustered up the courage to stay, wanting to see how this society changed his friend.

Ball pulled out a leaflet and handed it to York.

"Don't you want to know why I resigned? I plan to open a magic item shop by myself, selling interesting and harmless magic items. You know, this is my dream all along!"

York hadn't read the flyer yet, so he raised his head strangely.

"My God, where did you come from Jin Jialong, do you know how much it costs to open a store?"

Boer laughed heartily: "I don't have Galleons, but the comrades in the club do. They provided me with an interest-free loan, and also solved the problem of location and rent for me, and realized my dream for me."

York was even more confused.

How can there be such a good person and such a good society in this world?

It's almost like a utopia that doesn't exist.

"Is there no price?" York swallowed, and secretly looked at the laughing crowd around him. Together with the crowd, they came to a nearby Muggle-star hotel. The huge, luxurious and bright auditorium was full of laughter and laughter. the wizard.

If there is no price... then can he join?

"We are comrades." Bo Erwen said, "We are also a big family. We stay together for a common ideal."

The subject changed, and he said again: "And our sources of funds are very abundant. Many rich people in the No-Maj world like to collect strange things. My store will make a lot of money. Do you want to help me?"

"No-Maj?!"

York let out a scream, and the leaflet in his hand fell to his lap.

He said in a trembling voice: "You want to sell magic items to No-Majs, are you crazy—" He lowered his voice: "Do you want to be arrested and judged by the Magic Congress?"

Paul's smile faded.

"Magic is our innate talent. Why can't we use our own talent? It's like those who are talented in music can make money from it, and those who study medicine can also cure diseases. Magic, medicine, and music are the same. We After learning magic for seven years, we should get what we deserve through it!"

"But...."

York was stunned, deeply entangled in his heart.

The world view is shaken.

"The Magic Council will not let you go."

Pointing to the wizard in the auditorium, Bohr said with a smile: "Look at these comrades, this is just a part of the bottom wizards in New York, the society is still growing, we will all follow that lord and create a new future - in this general trend Now, what can the Magic Council stop?"

"That lord?" York's heart trembled.

pat!

The lights suddenly went dark.

The laughter and laughter of the wizard quickly disappeared, and the auditorium fell into silence. Everyone's eyes fell on the auditorium under the spotlight. York saw the center of the empty auditorium, and a black shadow fell out of thin air, turning into an elegant, calm and confident man.

Grindelwald gently held his wand, spread his arms, and bowed to the fanatical believers.

Applause thundered.

Amidst the roaring applause, York looked at the other crazy wizards and the frenziedly excited friends beside him. In this atmosphere, he clenched the leaflet tightly, ready to listen to this man's words.

He decided that no matter what the man said, he had to stay awake and not be confused.

After leaving, rescue your friends!

.....

Magic Congress.

The atmosphere of the meeting was tense, and the speaker in charge of Auror operations was staring intently at the information displayed on the white screen.

"The No-Maj department discovered that there are magic props circulating in the No-Maj society. We have sent relevant personnel to clean up the memory and recover the props. This matter has a huge impact, and those magic props are loaded with anti-tracking magic."

The President of Congress slapped the table hard.

"If it wasn't for a magic item that caused a commotion in the No-Maj society, the personnel of the No-Maj Liaison Department would not have been able to find out about it—we still don't know exactly how many magic items fell into the No-Maj world, and these are Who did it?"

Members of the Magic Congress immediately took Legilimency to the rich and entrepreneurs who bought magic props, and tracked them all the way, but the wizards who sold the props were extremely secretive, and even had to go through the program several times in a row before they could buy magic props.

And the buyer will be erased from the relevant memory.

This had a great impact on the pursuit of the Magic Congress. They could only entrust Gringotts to investigate the exchange rate between Galleons and U.S. dollars, but there has been no progress.

The chairman of the Magic Congress issued a red alert, asking Auror to quickly arrest the wizard who violated the confidentiality agreement.

After the meeting ended, the Auror Speaker walked out of the office helplessly, without any clues, what else could he do?

When he returned to the Auror department, he planned to hold a mobilization meeting. He had to work overtime to solve this bad influence first, but when he saw the logistics staff in the office discussing with a leaflet, he suddenly lost his temper. where to come.

I was scolded on the top, and you fished on the bottom!

The leaflet was confiscated, and before he came to remember to tear it up, his eyes were attracted by the marks on the leaflet.

"Deathly Hallows Society..." He looked at the somewhat familiar mark, whispered silently, and then said, "Who brought this?"

A field Auror stood up.

After inquiring, I found out that this Auror accidentally found this leaflet among the fugitive's belongings during the arrest of the fugitive in New York. However, during the interrogation, the fugitive only said that he had just arrived in New York, and a wizard came to his door. And put it in his hand.

There are also many societies for wizards, such as the Potions and Charms society, the Quidditch society.

But all associations have to be registered with the Magic Congress. When Auror brought back the leaflets, he found that the Deathly Hallows association had not been registered at all, and belonged to an underground association.

If it's just that, it's fine, after all, there are many underground societies.

The more the Chairman Auror looked at the leaflet, the more he felt that the logo on the leaflet was familiar. He shook his head, put the leaflet down, held a meeting, and launched a search for the sale of magic props.

But for several days in a row, they did not find any news.

The Auror Speaker's mentality is getting worse and worse.

In the No-Maj department, several new magic props were discovered in succession, and some No-Maj even used black magic props for vendetta, which caused a great negative impact.

Finally, an Auror found a clue.

They discovered that the wizards who secretly sold magic items were inseparable from a society called the Deathly Hallows—at this moment, the Auror Speaker suddenly came to his senses, and he turned out the leaflets under the documents.